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now?

 
    “You know it’s because you’re growing feelings for him,”
leave it to Sharron to read my mind.

 
    “I can’t help it. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a
perfect, Adonis-like package.”

 
    “Yeah well I still think he’s a conniving weasel, darling.
But if you like him, then I really can’t interfere. Just try not to get blinded
by his… well his dick game.”

 
    “Dick game? Is that a French saying?”

 
    “No, I thought it was American actually. Regardless, don’t
let the sex distract you.”

 
    Sharron raised a valid point. The sex was incredible, but
that wasn’t all there was to Mason. There was that aura he had around him.
There was that way he held me that made me feel as though things were ok. There
was that way he talked to me that made me weak at the knees. And
the butterflies in my stomach today? Only Mason could be responsible for
those.

 
    “Ok, I’ll talk to him about us then. It was weird this
morning though. I woke up and he wasn’t there, usually he sleeps till like four
in the afternoon,” I told her, confusion entering my speech.

 
    “Did he sneak out like a masked bandit in the middle of the
night?”

 
    “No, no. He just went out for a morning jog. Just odd,” I
had completely forgotten to bring up my unlocked office door as my masseuse
worked his magic on just the right spot.

 
    “Well, you don’t want to keep your Adonis on too tight of a
leash. Let him run and keep that six-pack of his.”

 
    I laughed at Sharron just as my phone started ringing. The
sound seemed to shatter all illusions of peace and tranquility that the spa set
out to create. I reached over to my purse in a flurry, trying to find my phone
and silence it before it seemed as though the place would explode.

 
    “Ah shit, sorry about that,” I said, finally finding it and
muting the ring. I pulled it out of my purse and glanced at the caller id. It
was a number I hadn’t recognized before so I decided to answer it.

 
    “Hello?”

 
    “Blaire Stone?” A woman replied on the other line. Sharron
looked over me with a slightly confused and very annoyed glare.

 
    “Yes this is she,” I replied, holding up one finger to
Sharron, letting her know to wait. Something felt wrong.

 
    “Hi Blair, I’m calling from ADT Protection. We have police
dispatched out to your office. It seems as though there was a break in. Someone
has been shot.”

 
    My heart dropped and then leaped up to my throat in one
single motion. Shot? Break-in? What the hell was going on.

 
    “Who’s been shot? Are they ok? When did this happen?”

 
    “Shot! Oh my dearest God, is everything ok?” Sharron
exclaimed, brushing off her masseuse and sitting up on the table, eyes wide
with worry.

 
    “I don’t have exact details, mam .
I’m just with the alarm company. I suggest you make your way over to the scene.
I’m sure officers will want to take down some statements and also go over what
was stolen with you,” the woman on the phone said.

 
    “Yes of course. Thank you for calling.” And with that I hung
up. I turned to Sharron, when all of a sudden I remembered. Mason had text me
an hour ago saying he was going to stop by the office to drop something off.
The blood instantaneously rushed out of my face and my head felt ten-times
lighter. I immediately unlocked my phone and called Mason, Sharron noticing the
panic setting in on my look.

 
    “What’s going on,” she asked me as the phone rang without
any answer.

 
    “Someone’s been shot at my office. Mason. He was going there
earlier. He’s not picking up. He’s not answering his phone.”

 
    I shot up and put on my clothes faster than ever before.

 
    “Oh my holy Jesus! Honey, let me drive you there. We’ll
figure things out. Oh my great God, shot ?! Oh no, no,
no. I’m sure Mason is ok… Oh dear.” Sharron said, also throwing on her clothes
and rushing out.

 
    The receptionist