Blaming me

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.

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