"Yeah, I don’t feel like telling you anymore."

Mason clenched his fists. "Please."

Derek leaned back against the door, amusement flickering in his eyes. "You know, things are more valuable when they’re rare."

"You never used to say ‘please.’ The first time you did, I thought it was interesting, so I helped you out. But hearing it over and over? Kinda loses its charm."

Derek had always done whatever the hell he wanted, never caring ...