Chapter 312

MASON It’s only been eight days since I issued my ultimatum, and while that’s not a long time, it feels like a lifetime where King is concerned. Although I knew that he’d never go for my suggestion, a stupid, fucked-up part of me still hopes he will cave every time he strolls into my office, which he continues to do with alarming regularity. That he’ll sink to his knees and tell me he’s got the worst case of blue balls that have ever occurred in the history of all humankind and beg me to fuck him. Unsurprisingly, that life-altering event has not occurred. And I’m the one with a chronic case of blue balls. No matter how many times I jerk off, it’s not satisfying at all. The past three times, I couldn’t even summon the will to finish the job. I can talk to my brothers about guy stuff, and frequently do, but never anything deep. Nothing that involves actual feelings, at least not my own. And talking about King when all except Mad know him would feel too messy. I could talk to Mad, but he’