FIFTY NINE – PARTY PREPARATIONS

MIRA

I can hear Halloway's ramblings as Mason holds my arms, pinning me in place. I try to escape but he narrows his eyes at me, and I remain still.

Hurt churns in my gut as I remember his words.

'Do not disrespect Halloway.'

But little miss perfect has the leeway to disrespect me.

Not in this life.

"Yes. I added that to my schedule. I will be there."

Mason disconnects the call and stares at my bent head without a word. I can feel his heated gaze all over me.

"Look at me, Mira." He says finally.

I fold my now free arms and keep my head low. I hear his sharp intake of breath just before he wraps his arms around me, slamming me against him.

Shock courses through my veins. My eyes go wide, and I dig my nails into his shoulders, trying to maintain my balance.

Mason picks me up, walking forward until the backs of my thighs encounter cold, smooth marble. He sets me down on the marble counter and proceeds to stand between my legs, keeping my thighs firmly apart with his fingers wrapped aro