ZOE BELL PART 76
I shake my head. "Well, I’m technically in another
relationship, and I’ve already ‘cheated’ on him
with my best friend. I shouldn’t make it worse than it
already is. . ."
"If you’re with Curtis right now,
then you should definitely hang with me. He’s a bad
influence and Mason would be much better off if you were to be
with me. I’m better for you." He put his arm around my
shoulders and leaned in, closer to my face.
"Well, as tempting as that sounds, you
wouldn’t be next in line if I was to drop Curtis. So maybe
if the second guy screws up I’ll consider you." I put
my hand over his mouth, and gently push him away.
"You’re missing out on a great
opportunity. They only come around a few times, so if you miss
this one, it won’t happen again." He’s giving me
a malicious grin and I’m half tempted to slap his face, but
that wouldn’t be very nice payment for his
"I’m sure it is a once in a
lifetime opportunity, but I think I’ll just have to pass on
this one. I thank you though for the offer. I really appreciate
it. And thank you for your information." I paused my getaway
plan, and gently pressed my lips to his for half a second.
"Thank you. Really."
"My pleasure. If you need anymore
information I’m sure I’ll find a way to get it to
you. Trust me."
I grin and get up to leave for lunch. And then
I wished I hadn’t. Mason was at the door, waiting for me,
and I half wondered if he saw what happened with Gage and I. He
didn’t say anything though, and I felt relieved. But then I
remembered I was mad at him and caught Gage’s arm as he was
walking past us.
"Wanna have lunch at my place
Gage was just as shocked at my request as I
was, but he agreed and we left without a second glance at Mason.
I knew that Gage’s arm around my shoulders would be enough
to make him furious with me though. And that was enough for
"Are we really going to your place?"
He asked me, once we were in the parking lot. He led me to a
raised Ford Bronco that was required him picking me up and
placing me inside of it.
"Of course not! You’re taking me to
your place so I can hide from him."
He shut my door for me and went around to his
side. I was surprised to find the car fairly clean, considering
that when I think of Bronco’s I imagine red neck junk
littered all over the floor.
"To my place it is!" He fired up the
engine and maneuvered it out of the parking lot in an exceptional
manner. I knew I would never have been able to drive this thing
without hitting something!
"I’m impressed. But then again I
shouldn’t be since you have super powers and stuff."
He looked at me in confusion. "With you being a werewolf and
all?" He raised his eyebrows, still not knowing what I was
talking about. "Driving this thing?!"
He laughed. "Ok, I get it now. I thought
you were impressed with me going to lunch with you and I had no
idea how that had anything to do with me being a werewolf and
I shook my head and smiled. "So what are
you feeding me?" I asked, feeling my hunger begin to sink
in. I hadn’t eaten breakfast, and I was afraid there was
going to be some stomach grumbling in a few minutes if I
didn’t eat soon.
"I’ll find something suitable for
you. I usually just eat whatever I can find, but I’m sure
there’s some hot pockets or something that will work."
He flashed a grin at me and I rolled my eyes.
We pulled into the driveway of an immaculate
home. There were colonial pillars supporting the porch of the
house, with beautiful rose bushes placed delicately along the
length of the porch. There were trees and flowers scattered
tastefully across the lawn, and the pure white home was, in
itself, the most gorgeous town home I had ever seen in my
I must have had shock written all over my
face, because Gage laughed at me and pulled me through the
drivers door to the floor. "It’s not the amazing, is
I couldn’t pull myself together for
words, so I just followed him into the home. We paused in the
foyer before heading for the kitchen. He told me he was listening
to see if his parents were home or not.
He motioned for me to sit at the high bar
while he searched for some food. The kitchen screamed
‘Personal Chef’. I just knew it! There was no way
this kitchen could look the way it did. My suspicions were
confirmed when a nice looking woman walked in and asked us what
we wanted to eat. Gage looked a little embarrassed, but brushed
it away since he didn’t know what to feed me. I
didn’t care what I ate, so she got out some chips and salsa
while she prepared meat for homemade tacos.
"What are you thinking?" Gage asked,
sitting next to me and brushing a strand of hair out of my
"Why are you embarrassed about
this?" I gestured around the room and he shrugged.
"I just don’t like be associated as
the rich kid. I get taken advantage of and thought of in ways
that don’t apply to me."
"Like what?" I dipped a chip in the
liquid spiciness and crunched it’s delicious flavor,
savoring it before I swallowed.
"People just think I’m a stuck up
brat since my parents have money and I don’t have financial
"Well you have your own job, don’t
you?" The salsa was hotter than I expected, and the only way
to keep tears out of my eyes was to keep eating chips.
"Yes, but not very many people know about
What difference does it make if people think
you’re rich or not? Heck, if I was rich I wouldn’t
care what people thought. I would buy whatever I wanted! But
looking at his face, I could tell that he really didn’t
want to talk about it, so I switched the subject.