Jason P.O.V
I stare at my reflection wondering if I should back out of this event, but I know that it is not in my place to make such a decision. This was a once-in-a-lifetime event where you meet men with standards, with a mixture of wealth and power. Men known to change destinies with just a flick of their fingers. “I can't believe that I have to carry that w***e with me,” I muttered, rubbing my forehead…searching for answers that didn't exist.
I stormed to her room and pounded on the door “Brinda! Open up.” I knocked repeatedly.
Silence.
“Ugh! You know what? If you're not ready when it's time to leave, you're on your own, b***h!” I snapped, my voice laced with anger, with clenched fists, struggling to keep myself from exploding, but yet no answer.
I returned to my room, pacing
