When She Stops Playing Nice

Chapter 8

Gina approached a VIP room and knocked.

A man pecked out, visibly disappointed. “Was hoping Mr. Jackson was here.”

His gaze shifted, eyeing Gina and Aria with a lewd sparkle. “Hey beauties, why don’t you join us for a drink?”

Gina, cool and straight to the point, said. “You’re the one spreading lies about me online. Right, Mason Greene?”

Mason, caught off guard, replied irritably. “What’s it to you?”

Aria, fuming, retorted, “It’s about her, how could it not be?”

Realization dawned on Mason. He had believed Gina to be unattractive, reluctantly thought, I thought it would be embarrassing to claim I had been with Gina.

Doubtfully, he asked. “You’re Gina?”

Aria lashed out, “You don’t even know her and you’re slinging shit about her online, you asshole!”

Mason crossed his arms defiantly, feigning ignorance. “Rumors? What rumors?”

Internally smug, he thought, I posted that crap anonymously. How did they pin it on me? But really, what’s she gonna do about it?‘

“You’re still playing dumb!” Aria exploded, thinking, “Dragging a girl’s name through mud like that is fucking low. This man is a complete asshole.

Their argument caught the attention of the others in the room.

“Who’s there, Mason?” someone yelled out.

girls you

pointing at Cina. “Boys, look who decided

the post, eagerly anticipated meeting the

a

doesn’t she have an STD? You ain’t scared?” another piped up nervously.

on a condom! She is hot, and Mason is not hogging her all to himself, another sleazebag

they advanced on Gina, thinking

out smugly. “Come on, join us for some fun!”

his wrist with a swift move. Mason’s scream pierced the air as Gina landed a kick in his groin and smacked

Gina is kicking ass!! She even clapped. ‘Hell yeah!

Tue: 21 May

Chapter 8

not expecting Mason to be

on! Help me out here!” Mason tried to rally

moved in, only to

floor. That’s for all the disgusting things you said,

thinking, “How the hell is she so

as Mason fled, begged Gina. “We’re sorry! We were wrong. Please,

let Mason off that easily

running like a headless chicken, almost collided with someone at the door.

see?” a deep voice chided.

looked up, relief washing over him. “Mr. Jackson, thank God

Mason’s battered face, asked, “Got

to his ego. ‘Some asshole beats my guy and thinks

this to you?” Ethan demanded, his

Gina storming after him. Terrified, he

followed Mason’s gaze. “Gina?”

You’ve