Hera pov

My lips curl upwards in a smile.

" Are you accusing me?" I ask and Mason Chuckles, his deep rich masculine voice brushing against my skin like silk.

" I don't know Hera. That's why I am asking you." He answers.

I tilt my head. He definately knows I kissed him to irk that bitch Fiona.

" I don't like being threatened." I reply, my fingers grazing his well trimmed beard. " She happened to warn me to stay away from you so I wanted to know what would become of me if I didn't." I ...