Holy Angel

28. Containing

Mason

Mason hopped out of his car and made sure the door was locked behind him.

"You sure this is a good idea?" Bruce kept up with his pace.

Mason was anxious to see Miya. Its been at least two weeks and he just wanted to feel her in his arms.

"Hell yeah this is a good idea. I haven't seen her in what feels like months. I need to see her now." Mason nodded his head at the bouncer and walked into the club. The smell of sweaty people and alcohol filled his nostrils instantly.

"I'm not talking about her, I'm talking about being out in the clubbing scene when you're not in your right state of mind." Bruce followed behind him.

Mason pushed pass the sweaty people and searched around the room for Miya.

"How dare she out here partying, but not returning none of my messages. When I see her I'm going to choke her the fuck out." Mason grumbled.

He was happy that she finally contacted him, but to only tell him to meet her at a club pissed him off.

"Hold up, you're not about to sit here and embarrass her like that." Bruce placed his hand on Mason shoulders, but he shrugged it off.

Mason scanned the crowd and smirked when he found exactly who he was looking for. She had a bottle of peach Ciroc in her hand as she stood on the couch swaying her hips.

"Why she looking all sexy? That shit better be for me and no other thirsty nigga in here." Mason made his way to the section and walked over to her.

"Oh boy." Mason heard Bruce mumble after him.

Mason ignored him. The closer he got to Miya the more he couldn't wait to wrap his hands around her throat, but when he stood in front of her all the anger he had built up inside of him left.

They both locked eyes with each other as he shoved his hands in his pockets. He tilted his head to the side as a smirk formed on his lips. It was as if they were the only two people in the club at the moment. His attention was all on her and he knew all her attention was all on him.

She pulled his glossy bottom lip in between her teeth and smirked lightly.

"Is that Mason?"

Mason looked at the female standing next to Miya and wondered who she was, but quickly looked back at Miya.

Miya nodded slowly, but her eyes never left him.

"Girl, He is fine!" The woman yelled as she held her bottle of Hennessy to her lips. "Shiiit."

Miya snapped her head into the woman and mugged.

Mason grabbed on Miyas free hand and pulled her down off the couch. He pulled her so close that not even a sweep of air could get in between them.

"Who that girl?" Mason nodded towards her.

"My cousins girlfriend."

He could smell the peach liquor linger from her lips. Mason looked down at Miya and looked at her revealing outfit.

"Why you out here showing what's mines?" Mason placed his hands on her ass and gave them a squeeze.

"I'm not out here showing my pussy Mason." She rolled her eyes lightly.

"Everything on you is mines. You out here giving niggas a free show huh?" Mason licked on his lips as he raised his hand and slapped it down hard on her ass.

"Mason I'm not." She whined.

Mason looked around to make sure that no one was paying close attention, then slid one hand up to Miyas neck. He held on it loosely as they both continued to stare at each other.