Mason’s POV
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my cool. “Nadia, nothing happened. I was trying to help her.”
“Help her?” She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. “By putting your hands on her? That’s your idea of helping?”
I clenched my jaw, the frustration starting to bubble up. “I wasn’t—dammit, Nadia, I wasn’t touching her like that. She’s messed up. She thinks every guy wants something from her, and I was just trying to show her that not all guys are like that.”
Nadia stood up, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest, her gaze hard. “And you expect me to believe that?”
“Yes,” I said firmly, stepping closer. “Because it’s the truth.”
For a moment, we stared at each other, the tension thick in the air. I could see her struggling with her emotions, and I knew that underneath all that anger, there was something else—something that made her react like this.