I knew it was a game. Damn but a good game it was for as long as it lasted.
"Let me go." I whisper.
He stares at me. His face turning so cold. "Fine." He says letting up on the grip of my arm.
"I'm done playing this game."
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Mason was angry, no that's an understatement; he was furious. He was exasperated at the reporters and paparazzi but I think he was even more incensed with me. I could tell by the way he looked at me with rage and fume. To him, it was my fault. Even though in the picture it is him who's making the move, I guess it's easier to blame me. I let it get out of hand. I pushed our lust till we could no longer control it. To me, everything's always my fault.
Our plane landed back in New York and the car ride was filled with yelling and wincing at the noise. More paparazzi showed up at the airport than when we had left Miami. Luckily, no one suspects it's me in the picture. Not even Scarlet who had me convinced at first that she had somehow magically found out.
We pulled up to my apartment complex. I waited for Mason to say something, anything but he wouldn't even acknowledge my presence. "Have a great fucking day Mr. Moretti!" I said with a slam of the door.
God, what I would do to see the look on his sly ass face.
I headed into my apartment after a moment of standing on the sidewalk alone. I pulled out my phone to call Isla. It rang about five times before she picked up. "Can we meet tonight at the ice cream place?" I asked. Not waiting for a hello from her.
"I can't, Asia. I have an important thing for your father." She sounded hurried over the phone, making me ache.
I sighed. "Yeah okay. That's fine." I hung up. Too caught up in my own head and disparity to mind saying goodbye to her.
The walk into my apartment was dragging. I unlocked the door and pushed it open with my foot. Dragging my suitcase behind me. I tossed everything in the front forayer and went immediately to the fridge. I pulled out some cranberry juice, along with a cup and a straw.
I turned the tv on to the news so I could hear about the great tragedy I'm stuck in.
"This is Heather Brown and I'm back with an update on Mason Moretti and the mystery lady." I groaned as I slurped down my juice.
"Anonymous sources say they saw our eligible bachelor with this lady at the Botanical Garden while he was in Miami. They seemed to be very smitten with each other." I mocked the lady on the screen. We were so not "smitten" with each other, gross.
I grabbed a box of Cocoa Puffs from the pantry and stared to eat them dry. I zoned out from boredom every now and then.
"Could it be after his tragic accident that he's finally let in a new woman? Or is Victoria Haywood still the only one to snag a man like him." My posture straightened out as I listened more closely to the tv. "This was your host, Heather Brown. Check in tomorrow to hear more pop culture news!" The screen switched to commercial. Letting everything that was just said sink into my skin.
