TWELVE – PSYCHOTIC BILLIONAIRE

MIRA

I fly into the first room I can find – which happens to be the bathroom. My pulse thumps rapidly as I make my way down the marbled floors, looking for an empty stall to hide.

My mind flashes to the black clouds I could see in Mason’s eyes earlier. Something tells me that if he catches me this time, I might likely not survive his wrath.

I finally find an empty, half open stall and slip in quickly, locking the door behind me. My legs are trembling as I listen quietly for any sounds. Five minutes later, I hear the sound of footsteps as people walk in.

“Can you believe that Mason brought his slut to a high profile party?”

From the sounds they’re making, it is apparent that the ladies came in to powder their noses. I roll my eyes.

“I know, right?” The second one replies. “Once a slut, always a slut. She even kissed another man while he stood right there. Where did he even find that whore?”

I stifle the urge to open the door and give those bimbos a piece of my mind. Instead, I bring