"You're playing with fire, Kaya." His grip on my arm tightens to the point where I know it's going to leave bruises.
"And I know how to let it out." I glare at him.
Mason Blackthorne, a cold and ruthless heir of the Blackthorne empire and maybe th...
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Me, Grace and Dove are standing at the entrance and apparently they're doing security checking.
They're sending few of them back and Dove asks one of the guy who was being sent back, why they are doing so and he said that only few of the selected ones are allowed.
What the fuck is this? The Maze Runner?
We also got to know that Leo is hosting this party to celebrate Mason's return.
Ah, no wonder.
I wear a black strapless corset dress with diamond earrings and black heels. My hair is tied into a lose bun with few strands let free from the sides. Dove wears a cherry red satin dress which falls above her knees with black heels and straightened hair. Grace wears a baby pink, bodycon dress with white heels and her hair is tied into a sleek bun.
I haven't told them about my incident with Mason yet. If I did, Dove would definitely murder me and Grace would give me the silent treatment.
Couple of hours ago, I thought that I could leave my chaotic world behind and enjoy the night. But, Mason changed my plans otherwise.
I'm here for my phone and I will get it back.
At the corner of my eye, I see a few bodyguards surrounding someone. I slowly tilt my head to the right, catching a glimpse of a tall man with--
"Your ID?," my attention snaps back to the security guard. He's wearing a black suit with red tie.
I ruffle through my purse, finding for my ID. "It must me here." I smile awkwardly, looking at the security guard. Please be there. Please be there. I dig my hand deeper into the purse and I still don't find something which feels like an ID card.
I hear people behind shouting at me to hurry up. Dove and Grace already got in and they're waiting for me in front of the huge glass double door.
I must've forgotten in a hurry. I see the guard pressing his earpiece carefully, listening to something, "Yes, sir." He says sternly and looks at me.
"You can go in." He gives me the way towards the double door entrance.
Thank god and bless that person who let me in.
As I walk towards the double door, I turn around and catch a final glimpse of that man surrounded by bodyguards. All I see is his fingers wrapped around the head of a gold plated lion walking stick and finally his entire form is covered by one of his bodyguards.
