Ten minutes later Mason comes out of his room to find me sitting in his couch, he has changed out of his clothes and is now wearing sweat pants and a hoody. He doesn't say much he just looks at me then he proceeds to go to the joint kitchen right behind me. I hear him opening a fridge but I don't bother looking back to see what he's doing. Mind you I'm still mad at him.
" Would you like something to eat?" He finally says, I bet he said that in his head a million times before saying it to me. I don't say a word to him. " Ok, suite yourself." He says more to himself than to me.
I'm sitting here looking at his flat screen TV in all its blackness, just as my thoughts are taking over my brain, I'm disturbed by Mason taking a sit next to me. He puts down a sandwich which he made for two and a bottle of wine on the table before us. He reaches for the remote then he turns on the TV, I'm looking at him as he takes his sandwich then he puts his feet on the table. He doesn't even bother to look at me, when I look at the TV he has on the sport channel.
He's ignoring me as if I'm not here, he then gets up and head for the kitchen. I quickly reach for the remote then change the channel to Telemundo.
He comes back from the kitchen with two glasses in his hand, then a surprised look is evident on his face. He looks at me then at the remote in my hands.
"What the hell is this?" He asks me as he puts down the glasses in his hand.
"It's TV." I answer him.
"Yeah I can see that but this is not what I put on, take it back to the sport channel." He tells me but I don't listen to him.
"Well Mason, this is what you get for dragging me to your place instead of taking me home."
"This is my TV, you are a guest here so behave like one." He says to me as he changes his mood from surprised to frustrated.
"Well then take me home so that you can enjoy your TV in peace." I challenge him with my eyes piecing into his, refusing to break our eye contact.
He breaks the eye contact with a mocking smile on his face, he shakes his head in disapproval as he opens the bottle of wine then he pours for himself.
He looks at me but I look at the tv, Aurora is on and my heart skips a beat with joy. One of my favorites. He downs the first glass then he pours the second one. Did he bring the second glass for me? I guess I pissed him up that he forgot his manners.
"Can I have a drink?" I take my chances with him, he looks at me then he storms out of the room to his bedroom."Guess I'll help myself then."
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MASON'S POV
How dare she changes the tv like that, as if she owns the place. She's got some nerve I tell you, with her beautiful braided hair and her stupid beautiful smile. Damn it she's gorgeous, and the fact that she doesn't fall on my feet like the others girls just turns me on.
I had to leave her alone in there, because her defying me has turned me on like hell. I feel like heading the shower but then again the thought of her on my bed runs through my mind. I know it was wrong of me to bring her here but I needed her, to be close to me especially after seeing my father.
She calms me down somehow and I don't think that much about his betrayal to my mother. It's been an hour now since I left her in there, I bet she's more relaxed now that I'm out of her side. Unlike other girls, it looks like my presence revokes her.
But I don't care, her presence calm me down and now that little big Mason is also calm, I'll go check up on her. The moment I open the door to my bedroom my eyes are met with an empty couch, where the hell did she go? I move closer to the tv area then I hear a "shit" coming from the kitchen area.
"What are you doing?" She's basically inside the refrigerator, after hearing my voice she pecks at me.
"Hi." She says to me with a big smile on her face, and I'm instantly convinced that she's drunk. She would never smile at me.
"Are you drunk?" I ask her.
"Aahh, nope." Yep, she's drunk.
"What are you looking for?" I try to move closer to her, she has tied up her hair which made her face come out. She looks even more pretty than before, all drunk and everything.
"I want something to drink, but your fridge seem to have hidden it." She says as she folds her arms then she makes a funny face which just makes me smile. I'm now right next to her and she hasn't moved from her spot, not even when I came closer.
I look into her brown eyes then she looks at me just as equally, my hand is itching to run through her cheeks but I take that thought away. She would freak out if I jus......what the hell is she doing?
I feel her lips on mine and the smell of liquor on them, she's literally kissing me and I'm not doing a thing. I'm glued in one place and I don't know how to react. But the moment she moves her hands through my hair, my adrenaline pumps in and I kiss her back. I'm a little bit taller than her, so I lift her up by her bums and put her on top of the island.
I'm so hard right now all I wanna do is fuck her right her right now, but then the moment she tries to lift my shirt up it clicks to me that I'm somehow taking advantage of a drunk girl. So I quickly move away from her, only to be met by sex craved eyes.
"Don't you want to fuck me?" The moment those words come out of her mouth I'm more than convinced that she's way too drunk, meaning that she's a heavy drinker.
"You have no idea how much I want to, but you're not yourself and I don't want you to hate me the next day." I simply say to her as I lift her from the island then carry her to the bedroom. She keeps kissing me on the neck all the way to the room, she's not playing fair because I know that she hates me but now all this is making me hate myself also.
When I get into the room I put her on top of the bed and when I try to move from her, she has her hands wrapped around my neck. She's kissing me all over my face, this girl will be the death of me. So I do what I know will be better for the both of us, I lift her hands away from me then I leave to sleep on the couch.
