"Something up?" Aurelia asked.
"Yeah, a bit." Mason Nightshade replied, "I'll be there in ten minutes."
Ten minutes later, Aurelia stepped out, wearing a white chiffon blouse with a bow and a black knee-length skirt.
Mason's car was parked by the roadside at the corner.
As soon as she got in, Mason pulled her into his arms, his large hand sliding along the fabric of her clothes, frowning slightly, "Wearing such a short skirt."
"You can only wear it for me, understand?" Mason declared imperiously.
Domineering.
But Aurelia loved his possessiveness.
The car stopped at Mason's place.
Aurelia followed Mason inside, puzzled, "Why are we here?"
Mason noticed her extreme caution and chuckled softly, "I'm taking you to meet someone."
Recently, he had indeed been a bit aggressive, so he couldn't blame her for being as cautious as a cat.
Meet someone? Aurelia was only stunned for a moment, and immediately guessed who Mason wanted her to meet, but it was just speculation.
