Mason.I woke up in an unfamiliar place. I could tell even before I opened my eyes. When I opened them, the confusion turned into horror as I saw Carolina lying next to me peacefully. Seeing that we were both stark naked, I figured we must have had sex. Although Carolina was a very beautiful woman, I didn’t want any of that to happen.I turned to lie and my back and stared at the ceiling, trying to recall the events of the previous night. How on earth did I end up in Carolina Mendoza’s bed? I remembered her invite and having fun at her game party. When everyone was gone, she poured me a drink and a few minutes later, I lost conscious.“Fvck!” I cursed loudly. And then I turned to look at the woman beside me. She looked so peaceful, and yet she was a conniving b*tch. I was sober when my cousin left, so how did half a glass of whisky make me drunk. Realisation dawned on me. Carolina had put something in my drink.I sat up. “Carolina.”She stirred in her sleep and her right hand moved to
April.If I had to do one more interview with Nicky Jones pretending to be deeply in love with him, I’d go mad. After a long day of interviews, fake smiles and kisses, I impulsively packed up a few things in a suitcase and left Miami. I switched off my phone to avoid calls from Nicky and Kylie who couldn’t get enough of the fake romance. I was done. I didn’t care about the consequences anymore. Faking it was not in me.When I arrived in the peaceful small town called Flowood, I booked a room in a midrange resort. I had the most peaceful night I’d had in a while. No one seemed to know me, or they didn’t care. I choose a quiet place in the bar and enjoyed a few drinks before going to sleep.As I had breakfast in the morning, I was given a flyer by one of the staff. It was for a single’s event, a matchmaking affair. I didn’t plan on attending anything that put me in close vicinity with other people. The town might have been in the middle of nowhere, but there was possibility of one of th
Jenny slid into the room and did a twirl in front of everyone, her costume swirling around her lithe body. “Are you ready, girls?” She asked with a wide smile on her face.“Yes!!” the small room erupted in loud cheer as my colleagues stood up. I managed a small smile, and glanced at the ecstatic faces. I wished I could be like them, happy and excited. Instead I was a nervous wreck, constantly twisting the ring on my middle finger. Jenny had been helping me to manage my stage fright since I joined the group, but I had not made much progress. She said I was the best singer which was why she stuck me as a main lead for the upcoming gig. As if being the main lead was not scary enough, we were going to perform in some rich drug lord's mansion. Mason Steele.Officially, he ran a tech business but many people thought it's just a front for money laundering. Most of the world knew that Mason Steele was a tech billionaire who was as ruthless as they came. There were even rumors that he had
We were in the foyer when I remembered that I had left my ear monitor in the room. “Shit,” I told my roommate. “I forgot my ear monitor.”“Go back for it, but don’t let Jenny see you. Make sure to return before we go on stage.”I waited for Jenny to go through the door and quickly ran up the stairs. I was walking along the hallway when I saw two men walking in my direction. My heart skipped a beat when I recognized one of them. Mason Steele, the host of the party. The most handsome man I had ever seen was wearing a dark blue suit and strolling casually along the hallway. My heartbeat skyrocketed as I wondered whether to return or continue. Well, he has already seen me so it was better to get on with it.I stopped moving as they drew closer.“Good evening, gentlemen.” I said not quite meeting their eyes.“Who are you?” It was Mason who spoke. His voice was laced with authority.I managed to snatch a look at his perfect face. His perfect blue eyes were watching me. His dark brown hair
The next two weeks passed by without incident. Life went back to normal. We had small gigs every now and then. We partied and enjoyed life while hoping for a better paying opportunities to come along. My biggest drive for a better opportunity stemmed from the fact that I shared an apartment with two people. It was very inconveniencing and I was tired of not having enough privacy.Jed did not call me. I was disappointed but not the least surprised because it had happened before. Guys have taken my number before and never called. There was nothing I could do about it. I found it ridiculous, like, why take a number of someone you don’t intend to call.The Mason incident was almost leaving my mind when Jenny called and asked me to report to her office. Jenny ran a club as well, and conducted her side business there.“I have great news for you,” she said excitedly while I took a seat.“What is it?“Mason Steele wants you to perform at his house again. On Saturday.”My heart leapt at the m
Two days later, I was discharged from the hospital. All my mates had visited except Kara. When Jenny found out I was incapacitated, she had called Mason and suggested to send Kara in my place, but Mason rejected the offer. On one hand, knowing that made me feel better. It meant he believed in me and wanted me to be the one to perform at his house. It increased my self-esteem. If a man like him could want to listen to me, then maybe I had a chance to become a famous singer which was my ultimate dream. On the other hand it scared me. What if Mason wanted more than just singing from me? What if he wanted to use me to satisfy his sexual desires and then toss me to the streets? Knowing the type of man he was, saying no would make him angry and drive him to destroy me. What if he enjoyed watching me like a pervert? The more I thought of it, the more I become thankful for whoever sent me hurtling down the stairs. It has caused a dip in my pockets but that is a good price to pay if it mean
Mason’s POVApril Hartfield was beautiful. The way she belted out words with her charming voice and danced around with her banging body had me all hot and bothered. I could not take my eyes away from her. As she moved closer, I felt like standing up, grabbing her and taking her right there and then. But, I swallowed and maintained my composure. Imagine my disappointment when she finished the songs and moved back, away from me. “What do you think?” she asked me when I didn’t say anything. I was too star struck. How a woman with such an angelic voice could be doing only small gigs. She deserved to be on top, on billboards, on radios, TV among other interesting places. I wanted to say excellent, but didn’t want to seem too excited. I was not yet sure what I wanted with her, and did not want her to start getting ideas too soon. So, I settled for a nonchalant response.“Good,” I said with a slight nod. “You can go now. Your payment will be sent to your boss.”Her shoulders drooped. She s
The downtown club was jam packed with patrons. The evening was young, and the air still fresh. A few people had started dancing while others were getting their first drinks and chatting with their friends. When we appeared on stage, they started cheering but soon quietened down as we start performing. I realized how much I had missed performing with the others. All was going well until I saw him.Mason was seated on the first table in the VIP lounge watching me with keen eyes. I faltered a bit after seeing him but somehow managed to get my composure back. Making a conscious effort to avoid him, I belted out words while gyrating my body to the beat. As the patrons started cheering and singing along some of the songs, my confidence increased and I drowned myself in the music forgetting about Mason and his steely eyes. As we started singing famous singing of other musicians, the crowd becomes livelier. I enjoyed myself and the attention we were getting. My favorite part about performin