Mason’s POV
As I roll over in bed, I let out a groan and fumble around my nightstand in search of my ringing phone. After a few seconds of blindly patting around, I finally manage to grab it and hit the answer button. I bring the phone up to my ear and say, “Hello?”
“Hey, whereabouts are you at the moment? We're having a massive bash at the club before the Tamsin moon tonight, and you're nowhere to be seen,” Quinton inquires.
“Oh s**t! I can't believe I forgot about it. I'm still in bed,” I mutter as I roll over and sit up, rubbing my face to wake myself up. Glancing at the clock, I realize it's only nine in the morning. “I wonder if the club has already started bustling with activity?”
Absolutely, our establishment is bustling with activity and the VIP Lounge is brimming with guests.
