Ashes Revenge ✔️

Chapter 15: Fast learner

Scarlett

Climbing down the stairs I hear voices coming from the kitchen. It seems like someone is arguing.

"Well then if it wasn't any of you, who was? The cat that I don't have?" Mason says sarcastically, and I look to see Dion and Mackenzie looking at him annoyed.

"Hm... hey?" I say cautiously and they all look at me, Mason narrowing his eyes.

Ok... weird.

"Kitten, have you eaten the yogurt that was on the fridge?" Mason asks slowly.

Oh... fuck.

I chuckle nervously rubbing my arm, where the tattos of my parents names are. "The one that tasted like strawberry and was there all alone?" Mason nods taking a step towards me. "If I say no, do you believe?" I smile innocently at him and he takes another step forwards.

I'll just run.

"You should escape while you can." he says with a dangerous low voice, taking another step.

I run to Dion, using him as a shield. "Mason, please let's talk about this like adults."

"Dion." Mason glares at him and next thing I know he's leaving. "No! You're supposed to protect me." I whine and he mouths 'sorry' leaving the kitchen, Mackenzie following behind with a smirk on her face.

I put myself on the other side of the counter, Mason still watching me like a predator.

"In my defense he was there all alone, feeling lonely. And it was so damn good th-"

"Run." he interrupts and my eyes widen. I run towards the balcony hearing his vans hitting the floor behind me. "Mason, it's just an yogurt!" I exclaim running faster.

Damn he's fast.

"It was my yogurt." He protests catching my waist, lifting me from the ground.

I let a small scream from the shock and he takes me back to the house. I move myself trying to get free of his grip, but he's way stronger.

He puts me on the floor and before I can breathe, he grabs me again throwing me over his shoulder.

I giggle when he tickles my waist to stop me from trashing around in his grip.

"Nice view!" I drawl the last word, with a masculine voice, looking at his fine ass.

I'll just annoy him then.

"Shut up." He says, carrying me to his room.

No one tells me what to do.

"That's a fine ass right here gentleman." I continue to use my fake man voice, and slap it. He slaps mine back making me shriek."Mine wasn't so strong, stupid." I whine while he chuckles. "That was for my yogurt."

He opens the door to his room, flicking on the lights, putting me down.

Finally.

"Such a drama queen Xavier. It's just a yogurt, buy more." I say in a duh tone and he narrows his eyes. "Fine, I'll buy more." I put my hands up in surrender.

"Nope. You'll pay in other ways." he smirks at me and I smile sweetly at him. "So, you know Mas, I'm on my period, so I'll stick to just buy the damn yogurts."

"You're joking." He groans and I shake my head. "What am I supposed to do now? I'm not in the mood to work." Mason sits on his bed and I follow his movements.

"We could watch a movie?" I suggest looking at my Converse.

It's been a long time that I watched a movie with company.

"I don't have any on my laptop." He pouts, my eyes focusing on the movement.

Snap out of it, Mazikeen.

"I do." I shrug looking back at his eyes. "Then to your room, sexy. I want to watch Cinderella." He says with a straight face and I laugh, clutching my stomach.

"That was the best joke I've ever heard."

"I know, I'm not a charmer only on bed." He winks at me, squeezing my ass when he passes ahead of me.

Idiot.

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We're laying on my bed, the laptop on his lap, and the popcorn, that I grabbed from the kitchen, on mine.

"Iron Man?" he asks scrolling through the movies and I nod. "Yep." He clicks on it and we watch the screen in silence.

Man, you just got to love that movie, it's a shame he died on Endgame, I'm still recovering. He's my favorite.

"I haven't done this since I was sixteen." he suddenly says and I turn my attention to him.

"Really?"

"Mhm. Alessandra loved to do this. She actually loved Iron man though." His brown eyes are looking at me, a small smile on his face, like he's remembering it.

I smile. I knew that, that was one thing that we talked while kidnapped. I always tried for her to feel the most at ease on the situation. She was just a child, for fuck sakes.

"Want a hug?" I ask him softly.

I really don't know what to say, she was probably the person he loved the most, what do you say in situations like that?

"Nope?" he says, more like a question and I know that he's lying. "You do, don't you?"

"No. I wouldn't know what to do either way." Shrugging he looks at the wall behind.

He's lying, he does want.

I get up from my bed signaling him to do the same. "Look if you don't feel comfortable I'll stop, just relax , yeah?" he looks at me with a quizzical expression.

"I really don't know what to do." He says, and I grab his arms putting them wrapped around my waist. I look at his eyes to see any signal that he wants me to stop, but he just nods at me.

I put my arms around his neck slowly, and feel his hands go under my black sweater, his grip not loose anymore.

"It's not that bad, is it?" I whisper to him when he puts his head on the crock of my neck.

"No." He whispers back and I smile.

The good action of the day it's done.
It actually was a waste of a hugger, because let me tell you, I could be in his embrace all day. It's warm and comfortable.

We pull away and I smile at him. "You're tall, people probably would hug from your torso."

He looks at me like I've grown two heads and I chuckle opening my arms. "Can I?" he nods, and I hug his torso, putting my head on his rock chest. His hand wrap almost immediately around my body, and he leans his chin on my head.

"You're a fast learner, thought I would have to beat your ass." I joke and he snorts. "Like you had a chance." His hands go to my ass, squeezing it.

"Mason." I warn him but he does it again. I pull away a bit, to squint my eyes at him. "Scarlett." he mocks, smirking making me roll my eyes.

Let's ignore the way my name rolls out of his tongue. I swear that no one can say it like him. It makes me jelly.

"You're impossible." I groan making him chuckle and leaning down to peck my lips.

I want more!

"I know. Let's watch the other movie, shall we?" I nod fully letting go of him, and we lay on bed until lunch, watching Marvel movies.

If only life could be this simple.