I watched as the chocolate and vanilla mixed, my vision continuously blurring as sobs continued to wrack my body. Usually drowning my sorrows in a pint of ice cream helped with guy troubles, but I felt so sick to my stomach that I couldn’t eat a thing. My phone rang, again and I looked at the screen, but I already knew who it was. Mason. Again I declined the call and then tossed the phone on the bed . A text popped up on my phone’s screen and vibrated the phone. Mason again. Where are you? I buried my face in my comforter. “I’m such a fucking idiot!” From the very first second he had met me, Mason had been in control of the entire relationship. He had access to the mansion 24/7. Asher hadn’t watched through the cameras the first day I had been invited over to the mansion because Asher had been right in front of me. He’d had several cars, not to mention a driver for at least one of them, and everyone had known him at the fancy restaurant.
