Hera POV
Mason's words are still ringing in my ears. He said I am the first woman to sit on his ride. I don't even know why the thought of it makes me happy. I shouldn't believe him but why am I inclined to trusting his words? He is an attractive man, the kind ladies would willingly drop their panties and bend over to be f****d by him. Everything about him screams bad boy,the kind that have a long line of beauties waiting to offer themselves to him. And me? I am just a fat b***h as they call me. There's nothing special about him, especially not for a man of his caliber.
' Come on Hera, don't kid yourself. He can't possibly mean that. You can't listen to his sweet nothings.'
My mind is telling me not to trust him, but my heart is saying otherwise. I feel safe when I'm with him. He has
