Page 33 of Midsummer Masquerade
Tobias
I watch as Harrison and Hunter get back into the limo, and the driver pulls away. With my mind made up, I head towards my apartment building. They said I could bring a plus one tonight and that there’d be masks at the door, so naturally my first thought went to Rainbow.
Then, like an apparition, she stepped out of my apartment building looking ethereal, her gorgeous candy floss pink hair falling in loose waves, her face partially covered by a masquerade mask. And that dress hugging her in all the right places had my dick twitching in appreciation.
She’s all I’ve thought about since she snuck out on me after the most amazing weekend of my life.
And for the first time, going out never looked so good.
As I make my way up to my apartment,my phone buzzes in my suit jacket pocket. For a moment, I think it might be Rainbow, but the chances are slim to none. When I pull it free, I find Ric’s name flashing across the screen.
Ric: Hey, don’t suppose you fancy coming out tonight?
Me: As it happens, I just saw Harrison and Hunter. They gave me 2 tickets for Midsummer Masquerade if you fancy it.
Ric: It’s like you read my mind.
Me: I’ll get ready, meet you in an hour.
Ric: Cool, cool.
I’m ready in less than half an hour.After a quick shower, I put on my evening suit, then make my way down to Ric’s apartment.
I knock on the door, and Ric opens it with a quirk of his eyebrow when he sees me.
“No key?” he asks, holding out his fist in greeting.
I shake my head. “Nope, I’ve not seen Bow to get it back.”
He turns and heads down the hallway, and I follow behind him.
Guilt swarms me. I need to say something to him, but not before I speak to Bow.
“How did she seem to you while I was away?” he asks, grabbing me a beer from the fridge.
Twisting off the cap, I bring it to my lips and take a long pull, then clear my throat.
“She was fine,” I reply, cringing internally. “Why do you ask?”
He leans back against the counter.
“Honestly, I’m worried about her,” he admits, swirling his beer in the bottle. “I know she comes across like she’s always happy, but she’s good at masking when she’s not. Coming to Mayfair was a fresh start for her. Her last boyfriend was anarsehole, said she wasn’t the type of girl you take home to meet the parents.”
“What the fuck?”I clench my fist, grinding my jaw. I’m not a violent person, but that alone makes me want to track the cunt down and smash his teeth in.
“Yep, I never met the guy. Otherwise, I’d have taught him a lesson.”
“You and me both,”I reply, bringing my beer to my lips and polishing it off.
“Anyway. So yeah, she’s at Midsummer Masquerade tonight, so I just want to make sure she’s okay, you know?”
I frown. “Cock block her, you mean?”
The words leave my mouth before I can filter them. That sounded wrong, even to my own ears.
“Well, if it’s unwanted, yeah, of course.”
“And if it’s not?”I question, wondering if trying to gauge his answer is a good idea. I feel like a dick. Was I her rebound? Does she regret what we did? Is that why she ran?
