Meant to be

The Morning After The Night Before - Third Person

There were two things that nobody could deny about Darius D'Silver.

One, his immense love for his children.

Two, that he threw the most decadent and lavish parties.

His charitable celebration for his eldest daughter Evie had been no different, as he said goodbye to her after the night had ended and double the amount of money he'd expected had been raised he noted she had more colour in her cheeks than usual. Most likely drunk he presumed, like a lot of the guests leaving, at least she had a grand time he thought.

Her cheeks flushed as she took her coat from the cloakroom clerk remembering the last time she'd been in there. Now Evie was confident that she could do anything she put her mind to but making out with Mason Clarke was definitely not something she thought she'd be doing especially not tonight. But as she climbed into the car with her brothers and Mason she realised their kiss might not even happen again. The same thought was going through Mason's mind as he watched Evie out of the corner of his eye, she'd squeezed in right beside him, the temptation to lean a little to his right and kiss her neck was a bit much. It was pretty late at night, the back of the car almost pitch black he probably could get away with kissing her neck if he masked it as leaning in to whisper. Or he could just relax and stop trying to get with his best friend's sister, especially as he was sitting to his left. The journey home was silent, they were a mixture of drunk, partied out and tired knowing they could discuss the night's success the next morning. With her hand on her lap she edged it closer to Mason linking her pinky with his, Mason staring straight ahead and Evie looking out the window. Both content they smiled.

Finally home everyone traipsed to their rooms, Raphaella had been taken home earlier by her mother and stepmother much to her chagrin while they were all given the strictest orders to go to bed quietly as to not wake her. After getting ready to sleep Mason lay awake in bed thinking about Evie and their kiss, should he go talk to her? Ask her what it meant, did that mean she likes him too, was it just a one off? He had to find the answers swinging the door open hoping everyone else would be in bed but he was more than surprised to find Evie already at the door.

She couldn't sleep and like Mason she'd been hoping for some answers but the way he bulged slightly in his boxers and the fact he wasn't wearing a shirt caused her to forget the reason she came over in the first place. He pulled her inside, closing his door in the meantime.

"Maybe we should talk about what happened" He suggested, his eyes roaming her body.

"Let's not ruin tonight with any explanations" putting her finger on his lips. Not wasting any time, Mason kissed her, she allowed the kiss to go deeper and further; lifting her gently on the bed they continued kissing. She wanted to see what he had hidden underneath his boxers but she knew she had to hold herself back. Lavishing kisses on her body from the midriff shown between her shorts and t-shirt to her arms, collarbone, neck and lips. Laughing as some of his kisses tickled her slightly she smiled content in his bed. As much as she wanted things to go further and he wanted to touch her they were both growing tired. Probably the effects of drinking and partying eventually as they parted lips laying back on the bed. Evie curled up closer to him for warmth, his arm covering her waist as he became a big spoon and sleep hit them.

Michelangelo had just been woken up by his phone ringing incessantly.

Jenny.

Still upset that she hadn't been invited to the charity dinner he thought. He didn't really get what the big deal was it's not like Jenny and Evie really got along, unless she wanted to go for the publicity but Michel didn't think Jenny would do that to him. Rather than dwell on his angry girlfriend he decided to go find his best friend Mason, they had a long drive ahead of them he hoped he wasn't hungover or anything. Not bothering to knock he walked in on Mason still in bed under his large duvet looking guilty. His best friend was terrible at hiding his true emotions no matter how hard he tried.