MIRA"Can you please go a bit faster?"The driver responds by stepping on the accelerator, propelling the already speeding car forward.I grip the leather seats with shaky fingers, trying to shrug off the feeling of dread that tightens my stomach. "Did he tell you anything?" I ask the stone faced guard for the hundredth time.He shakes his head."I do not believe there is anything to be particularly worried about, Miss. Mr. Lachlan is fine."" You didn't hear him." I retort sharply. " He didn't sound okay." The guard lifts one brow at me and I lower my eyes."Sorry." I whisper, turning to the windows.The beautiful Hawaiian city flies by in a blur. I do not notice it…I do not notice anything other than the tuneless thumping of my heart against my chest. The sun is burning in it's full glory, but I feel strangely cold.I tell myself that I'm just worried about Mason like a fellow human being would, but my subconscious lets out a loud, mocking 'ha! "Sydney's words plague me. I know M

MIRAI look down at the dress Sydney and I finally agreed upon this afternoon…or I agreed, rather. I do not know if Mason's party is some kind of princess ball, but Sydney kept suggesting those overly expensive, tissue-like, fluffy dresses. I hated all of them.The dress on the bed is expensive, too. Exorbitantly so. The money I spent on it will cost me an arm and a leg to replace, but it was the best dress I saw. I bought it without even thinking about the consequences. Sydney threw a fit.I haven't seen Mason since our little altercation yesterday. He just disappeared. Today, I came out of the bathroom to find a box accompanied with a note.It read,"The party is by nine o'clock tonight. Use the jewelry enclosed in this box, and do not be late."Even the message sounded cold and uncaring. I opened the box and gasped at what I saw. There, lying admidst a nestle of lush pillows was an expensive looking, all diamond choker.Yes, the entire choker is made of diamonds. Real diamonds. I

MIRAI place my hand in Devon's, giving him free rein to take the lead. I am well aware that I have just made an alliance with the devil, but I do not particularly care.His eyes light up with a devious expression as he slowly leads me past the talkative ladies, to the dancefloor."She came with one man, but is dancing with another. A true whore." One of the ladies whisper. I pay them no heed. The rage coupled with jealousy that burns deep in my veins makes it difficult to concentrate on anything other than the memory of the soft look in Mason's eyes when he stared at Halloway earlier. He doesn't look at me like that.I am suddenly hit with the realisation that I do not want Mason angry with me 24/7. I want him to look at me that way, too.And that is when I realise I am in trouble. I'm in deep, deep shit.Halloway looks over Mason's shoulder and gives me a smile, looking like the feral cat that got the cream. Her eyes trail to my companion, and they widen almost comically.Devon

MIRAI can barely hear myself think over the constant roaring of blood in my ears. I made the wrong decision. I know it surely as I know Anna doesn't eat eggs. Devon's grip on my hand is firm, giving no room for excuses, or backing out.We step into the party once again, and I lift my chin at the stares I receive. I ignore the part of me that itches to run back to Mason, wrap my arms around his waist and make him vow never to let me go.My eyes roam over the buzzing crowd. I find Halloway with a group of expensively attired gentle men. They fawn over her otherworldly good looks while she smiles and flutters her lashes at whatever they seem to be saying.I feel Devon's grip on my hand tighten, and follow his line of sight to a still laughing Halloway. His bright eyes are instantly overcome by dark, violent shadows."You like her, huh?" I ask him.He looks down at me, instantly smoothing out his expression. The manipulatively playful billionaire is back."You like Mason, huh?"I snap m

MIRAShe's probably a hooker or a club performer, but I do not particularly care. She's my escape plan.She stares at me through heavily made up, cautious eyes, smacking a gum on her way to the sink. I take a deep breath and walk after her.She turns on the tap, and the sound of running water instantly fills the room."So he won't hear us." She says.My brows lift in confusion. She nudges her head towards the exit."The guy outside. He's following you, isn't he?" Stunned, I begin to stutter." H-how…""Doesn't matter." She cuts in. "I have an eye for these things. What do you need help with? What's a well dressed chick like you doing in a gas station's restroom?"I consider my plan for all of two seconds. She's a total stranger. This could be a trap. I back up a step. On the other hand, if I stay too long, Hurricane might come bursting through that door any minute now.I go closer and grip the sink."You're right, I need help. My life is in danger. I need a phone to call my best fri