demanded.
“Let’s go. It’s not safe here.”
Cold chills pricked along her spine from his words. First, Skylar gazed around cautiously. Then she glared at him, walked out, and headed to theater number ten.
Suddenly, Skylar jerked back when Mason grabbed her hand. She couldn’t believe he was holding her hand. Not only that, he pulled her close to his chest…so close, almost into a hug.
Her eyes drifted to his, unable to look away as if he held a spell over her. She could see so much love, tenderness, and the possibilities behind his rude, egotistic, arrogant attitude. She blinked and retreated back a few steps when he released her abruptly, as if he finally realized he was holding her longer than he wanted to.
“We’re not going there,” he stated, as if his words were final.
“We’re not going there?” When did I become a part of “we”?
“No. We need to talk.”
You got that right. I’ve been asking you like so many times. It’s about time . “Yes. We need to talk. Where should we talk then?”
“At my house.”
Skylar gulped nervously. “At your house?”
“Are you going to repeat everything I say? I should just call you Echo.”
There he goes again, back to Mr. Rude. “I’m not repeating. I’m just asking.”
“If you don’t want answers to your questions, then fine with me.”
“What? I’ve asked you so many times, but you won’t answer them. I’m not going to beg.”
“Umm…that might be interesting.” He arched his brows, giving that tantalizing smirk he did so well…the kind that made butterflies dance in her stomach, the kind that made her want to just pull him in and plant her lips on his.
“Are you kidding? Take me to your house.” She couldn’t believe she’d just said that, but enough was enough. “I need to tell my cousin and get my purse.”
“You don’t need your purse. I’ve already told Nick.” Without her permission, he snatched her wrist to hold and tugged her out the exit door.
After a few strides, she yanked her arm back to her chest and stood her ground. Gritting her teeth, she peered up to him angrily. “I can walk by myself. And next time, ask me first before you make a decision for me.”
With a nod from him, not knowing if that was an answer to her request, he led the way to his car.
Chapter 12
Mason opened Skylar’s side of the door. When she stepped out, she was still holding onto her T-shirt. Mason placed his hand out, asking for it. After she reluctantly gave it to him, he placed it on the passenger’s seat. “You don’t need to carry that around. I’ll leave it right here in the car.”
Skylar nodded and looked past him. She didn’t want to freak out from the grand size of his house, but her eyes deceived her. Passing the long, enormous steel gate upon entering the circular driveway, she should have known she would be setting her eyes on a mansion. She had seen big houses in magazines and newspapers, but never had she been this close to one.
As she followed Mason’s footsteps to the front entrance, her eyes were still glued to the house, observing the elegance of it. Though it was dark, the surrounding lights were enough to reveal the beauty. Red rose bushes edged the cobblestone path leading to the front door. To the right was a huge water fountain with an ivory statue of Zeus, lounging in the middle, but she wasn’t sure if it was him. He looked majestic and proud.
Upon entering, her eyes got even bigger when Mason hit the lights. Standing on the caramel marble floor, her eyes went straight up to the crystal chandelier, shaped like an upside down umbrella. It sparkled like diamonds reflecting from the lights above. Underneath it, a grand vase was centered on a round, tall mahogany table. Filled with stargazer lilies, the fragrance permeated the house with a heavenly scent.
“This way,” he directed, reaching for his cell phone from his back pocket. “Excuse me,” he said, making eye contact. He turned his
“Let’s go. It’s not safe here.”
Cold chills pricked along her spine from his words. First, Skylar gazed around cautiously. Then she glared at him, walked out, and headed to theater number ten.
Suddenly, Skylar jerked back when Mason grabbed her hand. She couldn’t believe he was holding her hand. Not only that, he pulled her close to his chest…so close, almost into a hug.
Her eyes drifted to his, unable to look away as if he held a spell over her. She could see so much love, tenderness, and the possibilities behind his rude, egotistic, arrogant attitude. She blinked and retreated back a few steps when he released her abruptly, as if he finally realized he was holding her longer than he wanted to.
“We’re not going there,” he stated, as if his words were final.
“We’re not going there?” When did I become a part of “we”?
“No. We need to talk.”
You got that right. I’ve been asking you like so many times. It’s about time . “Yes. We need to talk. Where should we talk then?”
“At my house.”
Skylar gulped nervously. “At your house?”
“Are you going to repeat everything I say? I should just call you Echo.”
There he goes again, back to Mr. Rude. “I’m not repeating. I’m just asking.”
“If you don’t want answers to your questions, then fine with me.”
“What? I’ve asked you so many times, but you won’t answer them. I’m not going to beg.”
“Umm…that might be interesting.” He arched his brows, giving that tantalizing smirk he did so well…the kind that made butterflies dance in her stomach, the kind that made her want to just pull him in and plant her lips on his.
“Are you kidding? Take me to your house.” She couldn’t believe she’d just said that, but enough was enough. “I need to tell my cousin and get my purse.”
“You don’t need your purse. I’ve already told Nick.” Without her permission, he snatched her wrist to hold and tugged her out the exit door.
After a few strides, she yanked her arm back to her chest and stood her ground. Gritting her teeth, she peered up to him angrily. “I can walk by myself. And next time, ask me first before you make a decision for me.”
With a nod from him, not knowing if that was an answer to her request, he led the way to his car.
Chapter 12
Mason opened Skylar’s side of the door. When she stepped out, she was still holding onto her T-shirt. Mason placed his hand out, asking for it. After she reluctantly gave it to him, he placed it on the passenger’s seat. “You don’t need to carry that around. I’ll leave it right here in the car.”
Skylar nodded and looked past him. She didn’t want to freak out from the grand size of his house, but her eyes deceived her. Passing the long, enormous steel gate upon entering the circular driveway, she should have known she would be setting her eyes on a mansion. She had seen big houses in magazines and newspapers, but never had she been this close to one.
As she followed Mason’s footsteps to the front entrance, her eyes were still glued to the house, observing the elegance of it. Though it was dark, the surrounding lights were enough to reveal the beauty. Red rose bushes edged the cobblestone path leading to the front door. To the right was a huge water fountain with an ivory statue of Zeus, lounging in the middle, but she wasn’t sure if it was him. He looked majestic and proud.
Upon entering, her eyes got even bigger when Mason hit the lights. Standing on the caramel marble floor, her eyes went straight up to the crystal chandelier, shaped like an upside down umbrella. It sparkled like diamonds reflecting from the lights above. Underneath it, a grand vase was centered on a round, tall mahogany table. Filled with stargazer lilies, the fragrance permeated the house with a heavenly scent.
“This way,” he directed, reaching for his cell phone from his back pocket. “Excuse me,” he said, making eye contact. He turned his
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