ALLISON.

My heart raced in my chest, a wild drumbeat as I faced the man who had just tried to pull me off the stage for a private lap dance. Behind him was Mason who looked so damn intimidating.

“Hey! I called dibs on her first!” the drunken man argued, pointing at me as if that gave him some kind of claim. “You can’t just take her away, Mason!”

Mason didn’t look impressed. His grip on the man's shoulder was like iron, making him groan in pain as Mason’s silver eyes ...