MIRAIt's a few minutes to seven o'clock at night when we finally arrive at the fenced, private estate that holds the office complex of Mason Group of Companies. This is because a certain bossy man had sat me down on one of the high stools in La Magnifique's ultra modern kitchen and forcefed me an entire plate of lasagna.My stomach is so full, I can feel my skirt bursting at the seams. I had the shock of my life earlier when I walked into his ballroom of a closet and found an entire section dedicated to the most luxurious female accessories any woman could ever dream of. I'm talking about bags, shoes and jewelries from expensive brands all over the world.Feeling naughty and still angry at Mason for my sore ass, I picked the shortest skirt I could find and a blazer crop top, with six inch fuck me heels to match. His heated stare has been on me ever since we left La Magnifique earlier, burning through my skin in delicious waves. My plan was to distract him, make him regret the horri

MIRAAfter 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

MASONI never counted on being so utterly infatuated with someone that my day becomes one huge mess if I do not touch her before starting off. If someone told me that a woman would one day have my entire mind in knots and twists, I would've laughed in their face. But right now, my accounts manager babbles on about figures and trade counts, while my mind wanders far, far away, conjuring images of a particular dark haired, green eyed, beautiful female. Mira.Last night changed alot of things. I realised I didn't like her upset with me. I never want her upset with me. The hurt in her eyes after I threw her words in her face last night, and when she saw Halloway this morning sent a shard of something sharp through my heart.When she ran from me…Anger shoots through my veins at the thought. I never want her away from me. It is a bloody miracle that I'm able to stop myself from bundling her to work every single day. Last night, I realised the extent of my infatuation. I want Mira. I wa

MASONAnger surges through my veins as Mira stiffens in my arms, once again caught in the throes of a panic attack. My men are still digging into her past in an attempt to discover which specie of dick had the fucking audacity to touch my woman. When they eventually find him, I will shred his dick to pieces and feed it to him. Right now, I have a punishment session to deliver. And my cock doesn't know how much longer it can hold off.***MIRAMason's voice brings me slowly back to Earth. Once again, he's not here. The black man cannot hurt me here. Only Mason Lachlan can.His smooth palm runs over the length of my body, pausing to tweak my nipples. I gasp at the jolt of pleasure that assails me, my fear momentarily forgotten.He whispers against me again, his hot breath trailing down my neck."Welcome back, princess."Then he hoists me into his arms and strides away. "Where are we going?" I ask on a gasp. His jaw tightens. Dang it. He's still mad."You'll see."He walks down the

MIRAI stay in the master bedroom until the door slides open a short moment later. Mason comes into the room with a box-bearing, petite, younger lady in tow."This is Pixie. She's a professional masseuse. I hired her to give you daily massages. It helps with the pain." He says determinedly, in a tone that undoubtedly tells me he is not to be argued with.Pixie turns out to be a very lovely, lively young lady. I like her already. I look uncertainly at Mason when the time comes to strip for the massage and he still stands in the room, his shoulder against one of the walls, his eyes focused entirely on me."Uh…won't you excuse us?""No." He says simply.A blush covers my cheeks as I remove my only article of clothing, the robe. This man has seen and touched almost every inch of my body, but I suddenly feel too self conscious to stand nude before him once again.His eyes burn into me, raking my naked body with scalding heat. He has absolutely no regard for the wide eyed masseuse in the