TWENTY THREE – UNWORTHY

MIRA

After we get home, Mason force feeds me once again, then he disappears, saying he has work to do.

I go though my bathroom routine with throbbing lips and an equally throbbing core. I want his hands on me so badly, I'm practically going out of my mind. This is not healthy.

I climb into bed and just lie there, the silence slowly pressing in. I miss Anna and Vanessa's constant bickering. I miss them so much. Tears sting my eyes and I blink it away.

Vanessa asked me to be strong. I have to be strong.

I shut my eyes, trying to will away the overwhelming feeling of loneliness and despair. Trying not to think about the gray eyed, annoying-as-hell billionaire probably typing away at his office.

I pull the covers to my chin to lessen the effects of the AC going at full speed. All alone with only the silence as my companion, my mind begins to wander.

Mason's words today at his office and every other hurtful things he's said to me all come back with a vengeance. The man is so determined to