MIRA"...One year after the epic scandal that ended the few weeks old relationship between New York's billionaire and most eligible bachelor, Mason Lachlan and his mystery lady, the business Lord is beginning to show signs of settling down. You would remember that just a few days after the scandalous Lachlan Dinner Affair, Mason already started going out with different options, proving all our thoughts that his relationship with this mystery woman then was never serious in the first place…"" Shut that thing off, sis." Anna says from the top of the stairs of our rickety, Las Vegas home.My eyes snap from the droning television to her, and I immediately replace what I'm sure is a hurt, pained expression with a big smile."Hey, sweetie. Are you ready to go?"She shakes her head with obvious exasperation, comes down the remaining steps and unplugs the TV. I frown at her,"Why did you do that?"She looks at me with rebellious blue eyes." The plan was to forget about our pasts, sis, was
MASONMusic blares in the VIP section of the Delegharo club as I silently watch the strippers twirl and gyrate wantonly on the poles. I press a single button on the wall beside me and the manager comes running."You called, sir. Do you need anything? More wine? Is everything to your taste?"I give him a silent, narrow eyed look, one that tells him that his consistent, lapdog attitude is fast constituting a nuisance.He lowers his head, taking a step back."My apologies, sir.""I need girls. Two of them."He looks at me once more, nodding eagerly." The usual."I nod and return to the open laptop in front of me. By "the usual", he means girls with jet black, waist length hair, slender limbs and forest green eyes. Girls who bear a similar physical appearance to my only obession, Mira Fernandez.It's been twelve months. Twelve fucking months since Mira ran from me. Twelve months since she disappeared into thin air.In those months, I have searched diligently for her. I mean, where haven
MASONA loud roar echoes in my ears as I stare at the green eyed beauty before me. Her long, dark hair cascades down the side of her face in gleaming waves, her hands on my thigh burns like hot flames.And her eyes. Fuck! Those eyes. Without thinking, I reach out to touch her,"Mira…" I whisper.She blinks, and bites her lips seductively."Sir, I would love to give you a blow job right now." Just like that, the moment disappears and I snap to my senses. I blink and the Mira mirage disappears. Before me, on her knees, is one of the whores the manager brought in earlier.I rub my hands over my tired eyes. What the hell is wrong with me? Mira. That's what.I haven't slept for close to three hours per night since she ran. My body only functions on autopilot these days. Eat, work, more work, repeat.Even a thousand miles away, the little hellion is fucking messing with my mind.I feel a hand move against my crotch, and revert my attention back to the girl before me."Sir? I'll suck your
:MIRAIt is so hot out. I hustle from the parking lot to the store, not bothering to slow down and admire the scenery of my beautiful town like I always do. I finally arrive at the store and heave a sigh of relief. Wemp Creek, where Anna and I grew up, is a nice little town. The people welcomed us back with open arms. Some even brought food and came over to help clean out the ashes from the store. Other than that, they mind their business…mostly.I push open the store and I'm immediately welcomed by the scent of strawberries and peaches. It is a welcome change from the smell of smoke that lingered even after I had the whole place wiped down.I set out setting things in order, trying to maintain a happy mood, and keep my problems from slipping in. I think about everything else, from Anna, to Vanessa, to the slow but steady growth of the business. Nothing works, unfortunately.Within seconds, all my worries come creeping back. I drop the wash rag and go over to the counter. I lean in
MASONI grab the leather seat of my chair, pausing to gather my thoughts after pacing for close to an hour."Anything from our hackers? Has Anna responded to our emails?" I ask Damon.He looks up from his perch on the sofa, turning his laptop in my direction. I cross the short distance to him immediately."Look at this. It appears Vanessa's sister doesn't have a phone or laptop, so she sent us that email through a friend's laptop."I stare at the tiny letters on the screen, trying to make sense of them. Then it finally clicks. I turn wide eyes to Damon. He just smiles and nods."Our hackers can read the IP address because the device Anna used to send the email doesn't belong to Mira. It isn't protected by any firewall." Damon says.Anticipation and adrenaline zing through my blood. I am finally close to finding my woman. I can already feel the smooth expanse of her soft skin beneath my fingers."Where is she?" I ask quietly.Damon returns his attention to his laptop."Mmmm…let's see.
MASON"Welcome aboard, sir. May I take your coat?"I look up at a smiling Marjorie, my chief air hostess, my eyes narrowing as they scan over her.Her pristine work shirt is two sizes too small, and the buttons are on the very verge of popping off and revealing her breasts to whomever might care to see.I nod once and she walks over, her hands lifting to touch me. I step back, and her face creases in confusion.Without a word, I shrug off my coat and hand it over to her, keeping my mouth firmly shut. I feel uptight…way too uptight. If I decide to speak, I might just end up lashing out at her.She takes the coat, batting her lashes at me,"Have your seat, sir, and please, do alert me if you need anything. Have a nice flight."" Thank you, Marjorie." I say coldly, making my way to my seat. The pilot's voice comes over the speakers and within minutes, we're off. Destination, Wemp Creek, Las Vegas.Marjorie tuts and prowls around, obviously looking for attention. When I do not pay her an
MASONWembley's place turns out to be a rundown building just outside of town. Why on Earth would Anna want to meet here? The building looks on the downside of dilapidated. I'm certain it might not function for very long."Are you sure this is the place, sir?" Darth asks, fingering the gun in his holster. I do not blame him. This place makes me just a tad uneasy as well.I peer up at the building through the tinted glass windows of the limousine."Well, the sign overhead says Wembley's Place. This should be the place."I push open the door and step out. Darth steps out immediately, coming to stand before me."Perhaps you should wait until our men sweep the area before going in, boss. Just for security reasons."I eye him for a second, then push the door open wider and step out."Nobody knows we are going to be here, Darth. But if you feel that your men need to sweep the place, then by all means go ahead. I'm not waiting in the goddamn car."Dath looks like he's about to protest, but h
MASON"Where the hell have you been?" I ask Anna as the bell signals her arrival into the store. I take a quick scan of her body to make sure she's okay. "It's almost eight pm. You never go out this late. What happened?"She finally meets my eyes and I almost do a double take. Her eyes are red rimmed and puffy from crying. My heart drops to the bottom of my shoes.I take her arm and lead her to a chair, forcing her to sit down. I cup her chin, lifting her face to the overhead lights."You've been crying." I whisper, almost as if I cannot believe it myself. "What happened? Who hurt you, Anna? Talk to me."She holds my gaze," It's nothing, Mira. Just some stupid boys at school."My pulse leaps,"Did they hurt you?"Her eyes snap to mine in surprise." What, no? They didn't hurt me physically. Just orally."" Oh, my poor baby. What did they say to you?"She leans back in her seat and asks instead,"If you had the opportunity to sell the store off to an extremely wealthy man, a man not