*Esmé’s POV*
After Mason left my room, I was livid about his ‘Yes, Boss’ comments. I wanted to give him space, but I also wanted to run after him. I hated that I had this pull toward him. I hated that I cared so much about his well-being. I lay on the bed, scrolling down f*******: for about 45 minutes when I decided I needed to apologize for leaving him stranded and not taking him with me. I stood up from the bed, cursing the Manolo Blahnik shoes that I wore earlier because, thanks to them, my feet ache every time I took a step. Instead of putting them back on, I opted to put on my black bow flip-flops. I opened the hotel room door and stepped out. I headed out to Mason’s room and knocked but there was no answer.
I looked back at my men, and I didn’t even have to ask them. Jason, my hea
