About Maison | Short Story | COMPLETE

Chapter 2

I sat on my bed looking down at my books trying to focus. I couldn't. It had been a week since I exchanged numbers with Maison and he hasn't called or texted. I would do it if I wasn't afraid of him. I'm dead sure that guy hates my fucking guts and is just avoiding the situation as much as he could.

I picked my phone for the millionth time in five minutes my figures hovering over the key pad typing something then deleting it. My phone buzzed in my hand making me almost drop it. I looked at the notification and my jaw clenched.

Shit!

Maison:
When are you free?

Me:
Any day.

Maison:
Be at my apartment tomorrow at 8pm don't be late.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I locked my phone and continued to struggle studying.

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I stood in front of a building with exposed red brick. The cold breeze brushed my cheek causing me to shiver a bit hugging my jacket around my body. I bit my lower lip debating on whether or not I really wanted to do this. I really thought he'd let me do the project and take the half the credit. I took a deep breath and reluctantly walked in the building. The elevator ride felt too short because in an instant I was standing Infront of apartment no.8.  I cracked my fingers holding my hand up attempting to knock only dropping it again.

I'll just tell him I got sick.

Before I could turn to leave the door opened and my eyes landed on Scott making out with a brunette wearing a tight red dress. His hands were cupping her ass and she giggled when he started kissing her neck.

"I'll call you." She said in a flirtatious tone.

She turned facing me and let out a yelp when Scott spanked her. I looked down scratching the back of my neck awkwardly. I was trying to swallow the lump in my throat. The girl walked passed me as if I didn't exist. Her hills tapped the floor until she got in the elevator leaving.

"And you are?" Scott broke the silence.

I looked up at him his grey eyes piercing mine. He had bed head and grey sweats and a white vest. Looking hot as fuck. He raised his eyebrow at me and I noticed I hadn't answered him.

"I-i I'm here to see- I'm here for Maison?" On top of stuttering it came out more of a question than a statement. I mentally face palmed myself.

Great, the first time you talk to him and you act like an idiot. I scolded myself.

He nodded his head opening the door to let me in.

"Maison there's a guy here to see you." Scott called as we walked in the living room.

"In the kitchen." Maison called back and Scott pointed the direction for me to follow. I left and saw him disapper in one of the doors.

When I walked in my jaw almost hit the ground. Mason stood by the stove shirtless with a small hand towel over his shoulder busy cooking. His dark hair was messy and had a wet look to it making it is dangle in his face. He had tattoos scattered all over his body some disappearing in the band of his sweatpants. His skin looked soft and glowed in the light of the window. He stood six feet tall which made him easily tower over me.

The room was filled with a pleasant aroma making my mouth water. He turned to face me after covering whatever he was cooking placing his hands on the kitchen island making his muscles flex.

"You're ten minutes late." he said flatly.

"Sorry." I muttered.

"Sit, hungry?" He asked.