The crowd roared when Kevin opened the door and stepped out. Mason looked at me.
“Are you ready for this?” he asked.
I nodded, panicky excitement shooting through me. He was absolutely dazzling. He was dressed in a sharp black, very fitted suit made out of shiny material, with a black dress shirt underneath, and no tie. His hair was pulled back in a loose bun with some strands already out framing his face. I wanted him. He stepped out and straightened his jacket, the crowd going absolutely nuts at this point. He reached out his hand and smiled down at me. I took a deep breath, reached out to grasp his hand, and stepped out of the limo. The once hyper crowd went almost silent. Mason was looking at me with something akin to awe…and another emotion I couldn’t quite identify.
The red carpet was long as the throngs of people screamed his name, seemingly recovered from the weird silence they had fallen into when Mason had pulled me from the limo. Mason had to give interviews with various journalists as we walked down the carpet. He kept me behind him when he talked to the reporters, telling them firmly that he wouldn’t be answering questions about me tonight. I was nervous but tried to keep a smile on my face like his handlers had instructed me. Mason squeezed my hand reassuringly as we walked along. Various musicians and stars would frequently stop us as we walked, giving Mason hugs and asking about me. Mason introduced me to some, and others he simply ignored. I idly wondered what made him introduce me to some and not others.
We had just stepped inside the building and were grabbing some drinks at a bar set up to the side of the room when someone called Mason’s name. He turned around seeming to recognize the voice right away. I had ventured a few people away from Mason and had to peek around to see who it was. The tingly feeling returned, stronger than ever.
Walking up to Mason was the third man I had seen when I was first looking up Damon, Beckham Stone. He was ten times more gorgeous than he had appeared in the movie I had watched at Damon’s, looking every inch the Hollywood movie star with his golden skin and hair and his eyes the color of the sky. He was accompanied by a stunning brunette wearing a magenta fitted dress that clung to her curves, showcased her generous breasts, and flared out at her ankles.
I immediately felt a surprising rush of jealousy flow through me at seeing her arm clasped in his.
“Beckham my man,” answered an excited Mason, clapping him on the shoulder and pulling him in for a side hug. “How are you Vanessa?” Mason asked coolly to Beckham’s date.
Beckham went to answer Mason when all of a sudden his eyes caught mine. He froze, staring at me with an inscrutable expression. He suddenly dropped the brunette’s arm and strode towards me, pausing in front of me. He reached out a shaking hand to my face, his eyes glistening with emotion.
“My queen,” he whispered. The world went black as I fainted.
TO BE CONTINUED…