9
ISOBEL
"Already here?" Came Mason's excited voice, "You couldn't wait to be alone with me, could you?" He smiled widely, "I perfectly understand."
I said it! This narcissist was bipolar because this wasn't the man that just displayed unrivaled authority few minutes ago. Something was definitely wrong with him. He must have hit his head as a child due to Ophelia's bad parenting as a godmother.
"Now don't just stand there like a piece of furniture, my chamber is well furnished, I don't need more." He said, while pouring a glass of wine.
For the first time, I allowed myself to admire his room and truly, it was tastefully furnished but now wasn't the time to for that. We needed to address the elephant in the room.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked, unable to hold back.
Mason casually took a sip from his glass, leaned back into the couch and let his eyes skim over me before giving me a response, "Doing what?"
