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What was left there on the table fell and in the next second Mason was in front of her.

With her proximity and menacing aura, Allora took two steps back, irritating Mason. He grabbed her roughly by the forearm and pulled her closer to him. Looking directly into her teary eyes, he said, "If you need a man, you can come to me anytime, is it necessary that you prostitute yourself in the office too?"

Once his words ring a bell for Allora, the tear-filled eyes begin to droop. She gasps from the physical and emotional pain

also. She wanted to hit him, punch him, but his iron grip on her was making her feel helpless.

"Let me go," she stammered. It was a big thing for her to even finish her sentence while she was going through the agony. Agony at her accusation. Agony for indirectly calling her a whore.

"Why? Not satisfied with him? I can satisfy you right here, right now," Mason said as he breathed through clenched teeth.

He pushed her onto the nearby couch before hovering over her. "What's