Every year the Christmas Eve party is held at the main offices of CRC.
“Hold up, let’s leave together,” Falcon says.
When Falcon takes his keys from his pocket, Lake protests, “No, put those away. We’re all going in the Bentley.”
“Why?” I frown, not liking the sound of that at all.
“Because you fuckers left me with that viper last time. If we go in the Bentley, there’s no space for her.”
Shaking my head, I walk out of the suite first. As I press the button for the elevator, I smell something sweet and glancing to my side, I see that it’s Kingsley.
She’s busy checking something in her purse. Her hair is styled in soft curls. She glances up, and her blue eyes lock on mine.
I might not get along with her, but even I have to admit she looks beautiful in the black dress she’s wearing.
Turning my eyes away from her, I glance up at the numbers, and as soon as the elevator opens, I step inside.
Kingsley walks in and then stops the doors from closing as the rest of the gang approaches us.
I step back and lean against the wall. When Kingsley bumps into my left arm, I flick a glare her way. She quickly moves to the corner and smiles at Lake when he goes to stand by her.
After Falcon and Layla get in, he leans down and whispers in her ear, “You look beautiful, my rainbow.”
Having seen enough, I turn my head only to lock eyes with Kingsley again. Her head is tilted to the side, a far-off expression on her face.
“You planning my death, Hunt?” I ask when she still staring at me as the doors open on the ground floor.
She blinks a couple of times, then grunts, “Huh?”
“I asked,” I say a little louder, “are you planning my death?”
She lifts her chin, and walking out of the elevator, she says, “No need to. I planned that shit a long time ago.”
That mouth of hers…
When we walk out of The Hope Diamond, Lake lets out a groan when he sees Serena, and urgently whispers, “Get your assess to the Bentley!”
“Who am I riding with?” Serena asks.
Lake walks so damn fast to where the Bentley is parked, with Kingsley and Layla right behind him, you’d swear they were having a competition to see who can get away from Serena the quickest.
My eyes snap to Serena, and I take a couple of steps closer to her. “I didn’t know you liked to bake.”
She gives me a vexed look. “What on earth are you talking about?”
“The pie you gave Layla just before she was rushed to ICU.” I keep my face blank even though anger is quickly filling my chest.
“I don’t have time for this, Mason,” she snaps.
When she takes a step toward Falcon, who’s watching us from where he’s standing a couple of feet behind me, I grab hold of her arm.
Her eyes flick to me. “Let go of me this instant.”
I close the distance between us and leaning down, I whisper, “I know what you did.”
Pulling back our eyes lock and I see the manic rage burn in hers.
“Falcon,” she calls out, “are you going to allow your friend to treat me this way?”
I glance over my shoulder. “Wait at the car for me.”
Falcon nods and walks over to where everyone is standing, watching us with worried expressions.
“Just because you’re the future President of CRC, it gives you no right to treat me this way,” Serena spits at me.
Letting go of her arm, I take a step back and let my eyes go over her. “Where are you going?”
“The Christmas Eve function, of course. Mrs. Reyes invited me.”
A slow smile forms on my face. “Ahh… I see.” I let out a breath and shaking my head, I give her a look of pity. “I hate to break this to you, but as the future President of CRC you’re officially banned from attending any function held by my company.”
Even with all the makeup on, her cheeks turn red.
“See what I did there?” I ask as I sneer down at her, and I snap my fingers in front of her face. “That’s all it takes, Serena, and you’re cut off.” A smile splits over my face again as I begin to walk away from her. “If I were you I’d start worrying about my next move.”
“Why, Mason?” she yells.
The shrillness of her voice tells me I’ve succeeded in scaring her.
“Because you fucked with my friend.”Chapter 6KingsleySitting in the back of the car with Layla and Falcon, I keep staring at the side profile of Mason’s face.
He doesn’t look upset after his argument with Serena, and wondering what it was about, I ask, “What did Serena do?”
When Mason and Lake keep quiet, Falcon says, “It’s just time we severed ties with her.”
I lean forward so I can see Falcon because Layla is sitting between us. “Not that I’m best friends with her, but should I distance myself from her, as well?”