Chapter 11
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Mason wasn't kidding. As soon as we entered the house he shooed me away.
"Go!" He said, "Get ready."
I flipped him off and went upstairs. "I saw that." Mason quipped.
I hadn't looked into the closet that was next to the bathroom. I had no use to, but considering I didn't bring anything nice, as Mason put it, I figured I'd check.
It was too big. Racks and shelves piled with dresses, shirts and pants of all shapes and colors. Clusters and racks of shoes stretching to the ceiling, stacked with sneakers, boots and heels. I sucked in a breath. How am I supposed to find something to wear? I sighed and set to work.
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I jumped when a knock sounded from outside the door.
"Calsy, what are you doing in there?" Mason.
"I'll be out in a minute!" I shouted back.
I was slipping on a black leather jacket when I heard a "f**k it." From the other side of the door and then Mason entered my room. He took one look at me and stopped. His eyes trailed up and down my body, sending shivers down my spine.
He had changed too. Dark blue jeans, black t-shirt and also a black leather jacket. I raised an eyebrow and turned to look at myself in the mirror I had brought out from the closet. I was a sight to see. Tight black leather pants and a red tank top. Small black boots and golden rings on my fingers. My air dried brown hair added another small touch of rebellion to my outfit.
I looked back at Mason. His mouth was hanging open a tad bit too much so I said. "Close your mouth. Drooling isn't attractive." His answering smile was almost feral. Another shiver went down my spine.
Mason held out his arm, "Shall we go?" I grabbed his arm. "Please tell me we're not taking the bike tonight."
A bark of a laugh. "No, were taking a car. Wouldn't want to mess up that hair." Mason replied, taking a piece of my hair and twirling it between his fingers. It felt strangely intimate and I blushed.
He led me down the stairs and into the garage. At least five cars sat in the room, each a different color than the last. Mason led me over to a polished sliver car with doors that opened upward like wings. I gasped, the inside was as beautiful as the exterior. Light, gray leather seats and black floor boards. We slipped in, Mason letting the doors float down on their own.
He pressed a button and the garage door opened soundlessly and we pulled out into the night.
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"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" I asked.
"You'll see." Was his only reply. I frowned.
"This is the second time you've done that to me."
"Done what?"
"Not told me where we're going."
"When was the first time?"
"Going to your house."
"Hey, technically, you just didn't know the address."
"Same difference."
Mason huffed out a laugh. "Relax Calsy, I'm not k********g you."
"You could be."
He shot me a look. "Trust me. If I'd kidn*pped you, you would know." There was an edge to his voice, one I hadn't yet heard. One that sent goosebumps rising on my skin. I noticed his tense shoulders and how his face had dropped into a scowl so I let it drop.
After a few more minutes we pulled up in front of a club. Club Purple flashed in its namesake across the front. "Club Purple? This is what you wouldn't tell me?"
Mason only shrugged. "Wanted it to be a surprise."
I rolled my eyes. "Well, lets go."
Mason pushed a button on the keys and once again the doors rose. A valet took my hand and helped me out of the car. Mason walked in front and gave the man the keys.
"Try not to break it." He said. The valet looked down and nodded. A line of people waited outside the clubs' entrance but Mason and I slipped right through after Mason gave the bouncer a quick smile and nod of the head.
He took my hand and led me through the throngs on people making out in the hallway. We entered a full room, bodies packed back to back on the illuminated dance floor and plenty at the bar in the back. I swallowed, I'd never tasted alcohol in my life, I don't think my first taste should be in this kind of place.
Mason must've seen the look on my face because he whispered in my ear, "You don't have to drink."
So I whispered back, "You don't have to either."
He had the nerve to look vaguely disappointed.
I laughed and pulled him to the dance floor, he dragged me here, and I sure as hell was going to make him dance.
He didn't even hesitate. Instead he took my body and pulled me close. Mason's hands gripped my waist and I put my hands on his chest, I could feel his heart thundering against my palm. We moved back and forth to the beat of whatever song was playing over the speakers, but I couldn't hear over the pounding of my heart as he whirled me around so that my back was on him.
I couldn't describe it. As we danced to the bass, my back against his solid chest, it felt like being free. I couldn't understand why. Never in my life had I felt this way, about anyone, with anyone.
It felt scary, but good.
After the song ended he pulled away and whispered, "I'm getting a drink."
I raised a brow.
"A water." He clarified, smirking. I scrunched up my nose and stuck out my tongue like a child. I looked at him as he walked away, watching the way his legs moved, the way his arms swayed. It felt like someone looking at me, poking holes between my shoulders. I followed the feeling to a guy, about my age, probably older, looking at me. He looked familiar, like I had seen him before, but I couldn't place where.
He continued to stare at me, but I moved on as if I hadn't noticed and a couple minutes later I forgot about him all together.
That was until I felt a small hole press up against my back. A small weight wedged between my shoulder blades.
And a cold voice. "Move and you die."
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