Traded for Trouble — A Label For Mason Carter

whipped. When we were 18, he poked my forehead and laughed. Miss Bossy, wait until I'm 25. I haven't had enough fun yet. So I waited. I kept thinking that when he turned 25, we'd be together forever. forever. But in just one year after college started, he grew more and more impatient with me. I couldn't say I was heartbroken, just a little regretful. If I'd known the numbers

change, I wouldn't have tried so hard. Got all those years babysitting him honestly exhausting. I quickened my steps towards the guy without thinking. The closer I got, the heartbeat. By the time I was almost behind him, I suddenly had no idea what to say. Hey handsome, are you my future husband? Would you believe me if I said we end up together?

Every option made me sound unhinged. Cringing at myself, I kept staring at the number above his head and following him until he stopped, then slowly turned around. My eyes widened slightly. A label seemed to appear right next to his number. This is my man. But what really my attention was the number above his head. 26,290. He was unbelievably gorgeous. This

Can I help you? His voice was beautiful. His eyes calm as water. Will you be scared walking back to the apartment by yourself?

The second the words left my mouth, I wanted to black out.