Mason shakes his head, a dark frown on his face. “It’s only a matter of time before I kill her.”
Silent laughter escapes me. “I remember thinking the exact same thing about Layla.”
“Now you’re killing her with –” I throw my phone at Mason because it’s the only thing I had nearby.
“Shut up,” I growl.
Picking up my phone, Mason unlocks it.
“There’s nothing in there,” I warn him.
“I’m texting Kingsley and God help that woman if she reads your message.”
Lake starts to laugh, giving up on trying to hide it.
“She fucking read it,” Mason exclaims. He dials her number and puts the phone on speaker.
“Hey, Falcon,” Kingsley answers. “Layla’s in the shower. Are you looking for her?”
Taking my feet off the table, I sit forward. “She’s in the shower?”
Lake begins to laugh again.
“Getting Layla’s shower schedule can wait,” Mason snaps. “Hunt! What the fuck? How dare you ignore my messages?”
A loud sigh comes over the phone. “Mason, we aren’t sleeping together and you sure as hell aren’t paying me, so seeing as you’re not my sugar-daddy, I’ll read your messages when I have some spare time.”
I cover my face and fall back against the couch as I crack up because that’s the best comeback I’ve ever heard. When Lake grabs his stomach and falls off the couch, I practically start crying.
Even Mason has a smile on his face. “You want me to be your sugar-daddy, Kingsley?”
“Oh, God,” Lake wheezes. “Can’t… breathe.”
“Layla, heeelllppp,” Kingsley yells.
“What’s going on? If it’s another spider I’m burning this place down,” Layla’s voice comes over the line.
She must hear us laughing because soon her soft chuckle drifts over the phone, then she asks, “Are y’all picking on Kingsley?”
“No, just Mason,” I quickly answer.
“Hold up,” Mason says. “Kingsley still needs to answer me.”
“What did he want?” Layla asks.
“Whether I want him to be my sugar-daddy,” Kingsley grumbles.
Layla sounds stunned when she says, “Oh… wow… I so did not see that coming.”
“I’d rather drown myself in the bathtub,” Kingsley mutters.
“I left clean towels in the bathroom for you.”
“Kingsley is going to bathe now?” Mason asks as he gets up which has Lake scrambling up from the floor and me darting up.
“Yes, so you guys –” Mason cuts the call, and when he runs to the door, we set after him.
He ignores the elevator and takes the stairs which has Lake groaning, “Why am I even running after him?”
“To see what he does next,” I answer.
Mason gets to Layla’s door first and bangs on it. Lake tries to stop but begins to slide because the idiot’s wearing socks.
He slams into Mason as Layla opens the door and they both go tumbling into her room which has me sinking to my knees with laughter.
“Did you hang-up on me?” Layla tries to scowl, but when she looks at me, she covers her mouth and turns away, laughter bursting from her.
Mason climbs to his feet and walks into Layla’s room.
“What the hell, Mason!” Kingsley yells and then a shriek echoes through the suite.
When Mason comes stalking out of the room with Kingsley tossed over his shoulder, I claw at the wall to get to my feet.
“What if I was undressing?” she shrieks at him.
“Then I’d be carrying your naked ass out of this suite,” Mason growls.
“Layla, help!”
Mason stalks out of the suite, and when Kingsley sees us all laughing, she scowls. “Some friends you all are!”
Lake, Layla, and I have to jog to catch up to Mason as he heads in the direction of the pool house.
When Kingsley realizes where they’re headed, she begins to slap his back. “Put me down! Mason, don’t you dare throw me in.”
Nearing the pool, Mason starts to run and then he jumps, taking Kingsley with him.
The second their heads break through the water, Mason growls, “You’d rather drown, right?”
Kingsley sputters and tries to doggy paddle away from him which has Mason tilting his head, and asking, “Can’t you swim?”
“Fuck off,” Kingsley snaps before she goes under which has Lake diving in before I can even react.
“Why the fuck are you all panicking? She’s in the shallow end,” Mason exclaims.
Lake gets to Kingsley and helps her to stand then he scowls at Mason, “Not cool.”
Placing an arm around Kingsley, he checks if she’s okay.
“Get Mason out of the pool so I can kill him,” Kingsley growls. She sounds fine, which has me relaxing.
“My heart almost stopped,” Layla whispers next to me.
Glancing down at her, I see she’s still staring at the three in the pool with wide eyes. I place an arm around her and draw her into my side. “Cute PJ’s.”
“Right? I got them on sale.” She looks down at the yellow outfit that’s covered with green UFOs.
“What are you all doing?” Serena’s voice echoes through the pool house.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
Layla sighs while Lake and Kingsley freeze.
Mason, on the other hand, throws his arms in the air. “There goes the fucking night.”