Harper POV
I didn’t say a word on the ride home, but Mason didn’t seem to mind.
Even as he walked me to my bedroom door and pressed hard, bruising kiss to my mouth, he didn’t seem to care I didn’t kiss him back. He just said, “Get some rest, Harps. You’re picking up your dress today, remember? That’s exciting, right?”
I forced a smile. “Yeah, it’s gonna be great.” Satisfied, Mason nodded and walked away without a backward glance. Good.
As soon as my door was closed behind me, I ripped his stupid shirt off and went for the shower, my head roaring.
Emotionally, I was a mess, but one thought was clear – Mason had gone too far.
His behavior in the car had crossed so many lines. It wasn’t just possessiveness, I could understand that a little. But he insulted me, called me a slut. And w
