DD's // SAUDADE

- FOUR -

It was around eleven pm, and Mason hadn't returned home yet. This wasn't usual, and Abigail was starting to get worried. "Was I too harsh with him?" she questioned herself, starring at the turned-off tv. Mason wasn't wrong; he had swallowed down many of Damon's compliments towards his wife and tried to push them to the back of his mind, but they were so many at this point that he couldn't sleep at night.

Abigail wanted to call her husband and tell him to come home already, but she just looked at her phone with a sigh when she grabbed it. It wasn't the right time to be egoistic, but she couldn't keep herself back. She just left it back at the coffee table, hoping that Mason will call her sooner or later.

Mason was lying on a couch in a small apartment that was close to London's centre. He didn't want to return to his wife that evening after what went wrong in the office. Sakura offered him to stay at her apartment for the night and even take her bed, but Mason insisted he'll sleep on the couch. He craved some peace, and he felt that his house was far away from a peaceful one right now. Mason was waiting for his wife to call and say "sorry" as he thought he was right this time. That phone call never came, so he just closed his eyes, waiting for the morning.

Mason's eyes shot open when he felt some weight on his stomach, soon facing Sakura sitting on him, her legs on both of his sides. His eyes widened as he realized she was wearing a set of black lingerie and a smirk on her lips. She had already undone his shirt, and her palms were against his chest. He could feel her grind against his crotch slowly and gently.

"S-Sakura, what the hell!?"

"Hey, calm down, don't panic, darling!"

She leaned down, her long fingers cupping his face with a soft smirk playing off her crimson red lips.

"I just want to make you feel good," she whispered with a gentle tone; Mason gulped, his arms stuck by his side.

"Sakura, I'm a married man!"

"Are you, though? After what Abigail has done to you with that guy, you deserve a good time, too... She doesn't have to know, Mason...."

Sakura pressed her lips against Mason's, kissing him. Mason tried to move back; he grabbed her arms and pushed her off him. Sakura curled at the corner of the sofa glaring at him, hurt and confused and trying to cover her body. Mason stayed at the other corner of the couch, sitting up while panting. He buttoned his shirt and rubbed the lipstick off his lips quickly.

Sakura looked at him, there was pain in her eyes, and she wasn't trying to hide it at all. Mason's eyes were now on the floor; he was still panting, not moving.

"... You really love her, don't you?"

Her question caught him off guard as he turned his chin towards her with a soft growl. He didn't care for her right now; all he wanted was to return home.

"Of course, that's why I proposed to her and had a daughter with her! What kind of question is that!?"

She fiddled with her fingers and sighed. Silence followed as no one was talking or moving. The only sound in the room was their breathing. Suddenly, Mason stood up and grabbed his jacket before wearing it. He fixed his shirt, receiving her attention as she stood up, trying to block the entrance.

"Just tell me what does she have that I don't! Is Abigail prettier, thinner, smarter? What is it, Mason!?"

"I love her, Sakura!"

She closed her mouth and glared at him with a frown. Mason's hands had turned into fists now, and he was shouting. The young woman crossed her arms under her chest and narrowed her eyes.