Chapter 316

MASON Iwake up to a notification that I have a voicemail from King along with a whole fuckload of guilt and regret. Why is it that he can act like a prize jerk, but I’m the one who feels like shit about it? I’m not a lovesick teenager who’ll come running because he flashes that killer smile. I glare at the phone screen while I make my morning coffee, refusing to listen to his excuses. No doubt that whatever he has to say will piss me off and set me up for a shitty day. As if I don’t feel crappy enough about him running out of here like the apartment was on fire. Not to mention the fact that I lay awake for hours after his drunken visit, feeling like a complete asshole for not letting him in. For not letting him use me. Again. I glance at the notification time stamp. The voicemail was left at 5:37 a.m. He’s either had a chance to sober up or spent the night getting more wasted. I’m not sure which of those options would be better. Regardless, I can guarantee his voicemail will ruin my da