Aria
I slide across the tan leather seats in his sleek limo, fighting the self-preserving urge to scoot all the way to the far end. Instead, I let him slide up next to me, his heavy arm stretching across my shoulders, he smells like faded deodorant and growing B.O. making my already upset stomach rumble with further nausea.
“Why the f**k-” Mason starts before someone cuts him off with a heated whisper. Smith shouldn’t hear the murmurings coming from my ear but being this close makes it a possibility we shouldn't leave it up to chance. Especially now that I’m basically at his mercy.
“Where are we headed?” I settle my hand on his thick thigh keeping my eyes firmly locked above his waist. Touching any part of him is bad enough, I certainly don’t want to
