attitudes like Erika’s who just didn’t care, and who were out for the same reason – sex and only sex, no relationship, nothing. As the moments passed, he found himself laughing into the bottom of his now empty glass of Captain and Coke, almost as if the entire situation was a joke. That’s what he did, though; he never internalized situations that other people would have. He never carried the thoughts or feelings that most people did as a result of something bad happening to them. Having feelings makes you vulnerable. Caring makes you vulnerable, he thought, so in every case possible he plainly did without either one.
Chapter 9
It took a little longer than expected, but finally the night was progressing. Two drinks and a little over two hours later Mason was in his element. The music was perfect, echoing the sounds of John Legend to The Gym Class Heroes. And the women were phenomenal. It seemed like Delaware had been hiding its most beautiful women until tonight, because there were a number of faces he’d never seen before. He had already wooed three women enough to walk out of the club with them at any moment and was working on his fourth. He was picky, and although the others seemed reasonable to him, they weren’t enough to move him. This one, though, this one may just be the girl for him tonight. She sat across from him in the booth like she was on a blind date. She was cute, with short hair that tapered to her neck, light skin, and a tiny, petite frame. A little smaller than Mason would usually prefer, and even though her name escaped him her conversation was far more entertaining than the other girls.
“Why don’t we get out of here?” he suggested.
She smiled, “I was hoping you would say that.”
He went to help her out of the booth but was taken off guard. Still holding her hand as she stood in front of him, he squinted to be sure he was seeing what he thought he was. A group of women had just come into the club and were heading straight for the bar and he couldn’t help but notice. Not all of them, just one.
He shook his head slightly, looking away with a smirk on his face. “You have got to be kidding me,” he mumbled.
Thinking he was referring to her, the girl he was helping out of the booth turned to him. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
Little did she know Mason wasn’t going anywhere, not anymore.
“Um, I’m sorry Sarah,” he looked down nervously.
“Samantha,” she corrected him. “My name is Samantha.”
“Samantha, we’re going to have to do this another time. I don’t feel much in the mood to leave just yet.”
He wasn’t worried at all about how she would respond. He didn’t care. She, on the other hand, was angry. Making the decision to go home with someone and regretting it later is one thing, but to have that thrown back in your face was shameful. She shook her head and walked away, melting into the crowd, completely unnoticed by him. He sat back down and ordered a water, figuring he’d let his drinks settle while he waited. He couldn’t believe it. Of all of the women that could have walked into the club that night, there she was. As if his mind wasn’t bad enough fighting the desire to stop thinking about her, she was right there, in person, only feet from him. She was almost within reaching distance. Sydney. She wore a deep lavender dress, one that fit her exquisitely, stopping just above her knees, and she was more beautiful than he had remembered. Her eyes pierced brightly through the dim lights of the lounge and her smile was equally as radiant almost hypnotic. She turned towards the bar, and her hair flowed like thin strands of silk along her shoulders. She is beautiful, he thought. Far more than any other woman he’d seen all night.
She had come in with a group of friends celebrating what looked like a birthday. From the outbursts and spurts of excitement at the bar,
Chapter 9
It took a little longer than expected, but finally the night was progressing. Two drinks and a little over two hours later Mason was in his element. The music was perfect, echoing the sounds of John Legend to The Gym Class Heroes. And the women were phenomenal. It seemed like Delaware had been hiding its most beautiful women until tonight, because there were a number of faces he’d never seen before. He had already wooed three women enough to walk out of the club with them at any moment and was working on his fourth. He was picky, and although the others seemed reasonable to him, they weren’t enough to move him. This one, though, this one may just be the girl for him tonight. She sat across from him in the booth like she was on a blind date. She was cute, with short hair that tapered to her neck, light skin, and a tiny, petite frame. A little smaller than Mason would usually prefer, and even though her name escaped him her conversation was far more entertaining than the other girls.
“Why don’t we get out of here?” he suggested.
She smiled, “I was hoping you would say that.”
He went to help her out of the booth but was taken off guard. Still holding her hand as she stood in front of him, he squinted to be sure he was seeing what he thought he was. A group of women had just come into the club and were heading straight for the bar and he couldn’t help but notice. Not all of them, just one.
He shook his head slightly, looking away with a smirk on his face. “You have got to be kidding me,” he mumbled.
Thinking he was referring to her, the girl he was helping out of the booth turned to him. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
Little did she know Mason wasn’t going anywhere, not anymore.
“Um, I’m sorry Sarah,” he looked down nervously.
“Samantha,” she corrected him. “My name is Samantha.”
“Samantha, we’re going to have to do this another time. I don’t feel much in the mood to leave just yet.”
He wasn’t worried at all about how she would respond. He didn’t care. She, on the other hand, was angry. Making the decision to go home with someone and regretting it later is one thing, but to have that thrown back in your face was shameful. She shook her head and walked away, melting into the crowd, completely unnoticed by him. He sat back down and ordered a water, figuring he’d let his drinks settle while he waited. He couldn’t believe it. Of all of the women that could have walked into the club that night, there she was. As if his mind wasn’t bad enough fighting the desire to stop thinking about her, she was right there, in person, only feet from him. She was almost within reaching distance. Sydney. She wore a deep lavender dress, one that fit her exquisitely, stopping just above her knees, and she was more beautiful than he had remembered. Her eyes pierced brightly through the dim lights of the lounge and her smile was equally as radiant almost hypnotic. She turned towards the bar, and her hair flowed like thin strands of silk along her shoulders. She is beautiful, he thought. Far more than any other woman he’d seen all night.
She had come in with a group of friends celebrating what looked like a birthday. From the outbursts and spurts of excitement at the bar,
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