All Chapters of Miss Brown, Keep It Down: Chapter 51 - Chapter 56

By 11:45 a.m., Las Vegas was already shimmering with dry, relentless heat — the kind that clung to your skin and made every breath feel slightly heavier.Sebastian stepped out of the black town car and into the glossy, tinted-glass lobby of the Mason Equity Group — Nevada Division, briefcase in one hand, suit crisp, expression unreadable.The receptionist — a young man with a slightly panicked smile — jumped to his feet.“Mr. Mason! We weren’t expecting — I mean, of course, we’re honored. Ms. Vega is upstairs. I’ll just —”“Let her know I’m on my way up,” Sebastian said calmly, already crossing to the elevators.The doors closed behind him with a soft hiss. His reflection stared back from the mirrored walls — calm, composed… but his mind was already working. Numbers. Inconsistencies. Too many delays. Too much silence.Something wasn’t adding up in Vegas.---On the 14th floor, the moment the elevator dinged, he stepped into a wave of tension.Phones rang. People whispered. Someone nea

The sun filtered softly through the gauzy curtains of Katherine’s apartment, painting the walls with streaks of gold. The city below was already alive — faint traffic, distant sirens, and the occasional bark from a neighbor’s balcony dog. But up here, up in the apartment, it felt like they were suspended above it all. Sebastian stood barefoot by the window, still shirtless, his trousers loosely hanging from his hips. The phone in his hand cast a faint glow across his stern features as he scrolled through the headlines. “‘New York’s Golden Couple to Attend Charity Gala This Saturday’,” he read aloud with the dry tone of someone unimpressed by the poetry of the press. “Apparently, we’re ‘radiant and mysterious.’” From the kitchen, Katherine let out a sleepy laugh. “That’s just a fancy way of saying we didn’t stop to pose for the paparazzi.” She was wearing one of his crisp white shirts, the sleeves rolled up, the hem barely covering her thighs. Her hair was a messy bun of curl

The light streaming through the tall windows of the penthouse felt almost offensive.Katherine Brown blinked at the ceiling. It took her a second to remember where she was.Then it hit her.Sebastian’s bed.Sebastian’s city.Sebastian’s absence.She sat up sharply, the silk sheet slipping down her shoulders. The other side of the bed was perfectly made — untouched. Her heart thudded with something between confusion and fury.“Seriously?” she muttered, shoving her legs off the mattress and grabbing her phone.One missed call from Chloe. Two texts from her sister. Nothing from him.She hit the dial.Ring. Ring. Ring.“Mason.”His voice was clipped. Professional. Background noise buzzed — typing, murmurs, a printer.Her eyes narrowed.“Are you in the office?”“Yes.”A pause.“I didn’t want to wake you.”“How considerate,” she said, her tone sweet as venom.“Just curious — is that your new way of making amends? Leaving a woman in your bed while you go play Empire?”No answer.“Don’t worry