Chills run down my spine as I watch the crowd part like the red sea to make room for the fuming man making his way towards me. I gulp down the saliva building up in my mouth from the intensity of his stare. Even from a few feet away I can see his eyes blazing into Felix before flickering themselves back onto me.

I turn back around in my seat and ready myself for the argument I know is coming. Funny how I finally feel myself trying to move on from this situation, and he coincidentally decides to pop up back into my life.

He reaches me and my gaze remains forward overlooking the bar, ignoring the enraged man standing to the right of me.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He spits and I sigh, not wanting to deal with any of this tonight.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Isabelle-"

"Are you sure you want to be doing that?" I ask him and finally connect my eyes with his.

The feeling it gives me from just our eyes looking into each other's reminds me of every memory the two of us have had; the good, the bad, the messy, all of it.

And I hate it.

I don't put my foot down enough when it comes to him. I always let him weasel his way back into my mind but not anymore.

"Doing what?" His voice is laced with irritation but I ignore it.

"Talk to me. You know, since it'd ruin the perfect three day streak you got going on."

He scoffs at my words before tightening his jaw once he realizes how serious I am. I can't deny that having him so close to me starts to breathe the life back into my body, but I'd never let him know that.

It almost seems like we're playing a game on whose eyes can glare at the other's the longest, and just as I feel like he's winning he speaks up.

"You shouldn't be here." He says, inching his way closer to me. Of course he would completely ignore what I just said and turn the tables back on me.

This man is infuriating.

"No. Mason, if there's one thing I shouldn't be doing, it's talking to you." I snap back and turn my head away from his so I'm back facing the bar. I hear him sigh deeply as his cold eyes remain fixated on me.

I watch as the bartender finishes making my drink and sticks a thin black straw inside before he places it on top of a white napkin in front of me.

I knew it was a good idea to order another drink. Maybe it'll help get rid of the throbbing headache Mason is giving me.

Just as I'm about to thank the bartender, Mason beats me to it.

"Before your liquor license gets revoked why don't you try serving to people who are actually old enough to fucking drink. She's eighteen."

My mouth drops open from him ratting me out. The bartender doesn't look too surprised, I'm sure it happens all the time here. He shoots me a look as if to tell me that if this man next to me wasn't giving him the biggest death glare of all time and threatening to take away their liquor license he would give me the drink. So instead of drowning my sorrows in alcohol, I watch him pick up the drink he made for me and walk off with it.

"Seriously?! What the fuck is your problem!" I yell at him, and he rolls his eyes at me.

"Get up." He demands, his voice firm. I feel the familiar internal range he sends me and lean my body back further into the chair to protest.

"Now." His strict voice only makes my blood boil even more, and I fold my arms across my chest and ignore his orders.

He takes a threatening step closer to me, and I use my right hand to try and push him back but he doesn't budge. He only wraps his large hand across my wrist and pulls me off of the chair. Both of my feet barely have time to hit the floor before Mason starts to drag me away with him.

Right when I stand up I feel the alcohol rushing through me, and I blink my vision into focus. There is too much going on; with the loud music, Mason angry, and me being drunk off my ass I feel like the whole room is spinning.

"Let me go!" I yell and snap my wrist away from his grip.

"Hey, is everything alright over here?" I look over and see Felix standing right beside me.

He looks between Mason and I trying to analyze the situation in front of him and I immediately think of all of the things that can go wrong from this.

"Yeah, everything's fine." I answer him, trying to make my voice sound as convincing as possible.

The last thing I need is for Mason and Felix to get into a fight in the middle of the club. I can only imagine the drama that would create, and honestly I don't want anyone else in this mess I've created for myself.

Mason's eyes narrow on Felix and I see him bring his fists into a tight ball by his sides. Although Felix is a pretty big guy, I'm sure Mason would easily be able to take him. And from the looks of it, the thought seems to be crossing his mind.

"And you are?" Mason questions, a scowl practically embedding itself onto his face.

"Felix.... Hey, have we met before? You look familiar?" Felix asks him, and I mentally slap him for how friendly he's acting towards Mason. When Mason on the other hand hasn't stopped glaring down at him since the minute he spoke up.

Mason takes a step towards Felix, now standing between the two of us and I look around to see if anyone would be able to break them apart if a fight broke loose.

"I've met a lot of people, and you don't particularly stand out. Now why don't you take a few steps back. You're a little too close don't you think?"

The two of them stare at each other, sizing one another up until Feliz laughs and throws his hands up in surrender.

Wise choice.

"Woah, my bad man I had no idea she's your girl." I open my mouth to deny his accusations but continues, " She never mentioned it when my hands were all over her."

Before I have any time to react Mason lunges forward and harshly grips Felix's shirt in his fists. Mason forcefully pushes Felix's back against the counter of the bar, the swiftness of his violent movements make me jump and my heart practically beats out of my chest at the thought of Mason somehow getting hurt in any of this.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" He asks Felix, only inches away from his face.

I can see that Felix is trying to act unbothered by what's happening to him, and realize that the both of them seem more than capable to fight each other right here right now.

"Mason, don't." I say and step a bit closer to the two staring each other down.

His eyes remain on Felix's for a few seconds before connecting with mine. I see the ferocious fire in them telling me that something in him has just snapped. But I hope that he's able to see past it and recognize the desperation in my voice.

He breathes out heavily and turns his head back to face Felix.

"Fine." He snaps, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.

"But you leave her alone. Or else who knows, maybe next time I won't be as forgiving." He threatens before finally releasing his grip from his shirt.

He takes my hand in his and drags me further away from Felix, his body fuming harder with every step he takes. Mason is pushing past the crowds of people so fast my feet can barely keep up with him. The only thing keeping my mind off of everything that just happened is the feeling I get from his hand woven in mine.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Back to the house." He answers and I rip my hands from his grasp.

"What no! You are out of your mind if you think I'm going anywhere with you." He angrily runs his fingers through his hair as if he's had enough.

"Don't make me do this." He warns.

"Do what? I mean it Mason, I-" He interrupts me by bending down and picking me up, hoisting me over his shoulder with one quick motion.

I'm upside down with my face mere centimeters away from his ass, and my legs bent over his shoulders as he walks towards the door to carry me out of the club.

"Mason, put me down!" I yell but it doesn't stop him.

I can feel his hand on the end of my dress, holding it down so the world can't see my ass hanging out and I sigh in frustration. Being bent upside down like this is only making me feel the alcohol more, and I try like hell to keep myself together so I don't throw up all over him.

I hit my hands along his backside to try and push him off me but he only tightens his grip. I'm surprised no one sees the man dragging me out of the club, but even if they did I doubt they would do anything to stop it. I'm sure you can feel his anger from a mile away.

He pushes the front doors open and the cold breeze outside makes my body shiver. I continue to pound my fists on his backside and kick my legs in an attempt to make him let me go, but he doesn't do so until we reach his car.

He places me back on the ground and I instantly hit my hands against his chest, pushing him away from me.

"You psycho!"

"Get in the car, Isabelle." He demands and I can feel the overwhelming rage stirring inside of me.

"No. You are delusional if you think I'm going to leave Jessica just to go run off with you after the shit you've been pulling these past couple of days."

"Can we not do this now?" He snaps and I laugh from his words.

"Alright Mason, when would you like to do it? The next time you try to fuck me? Or should I try to book some time that works around your busy schedule."

I keep one hand resting on his car to try and hold myself up. I thought I was drunk enough as it is until Mason forced me upside down on his shoulders. Now I feel the alcohol more than ever, and there is no stopping all the anger flowing out of me.

"You're drunk, Isabelle. Now get in the car."

"No! You can't make me!" I yell, and ignore all the nosy stares from people walking past us.

Mason takes a step closer to me, his eyes darkening by the second.

"Try me."

I search his emotionless face for anything that might signify that he's joking, and I bite the inside of my cheek once I realize I've lost this battle. His body hovers over mine, blocking me from trying to make an escape.

I tear my eyes away from his and storm off towards the other side of the car and climb into the passenger seat, slamming the door.

I cross my arms against my chest and turn my body away from his as he gets in the driver's seat next to me. After I buckle my seatbelt, he drives off without saying another word.

"You had no right to force me out of the club." I break the silence, still keeping my gaze out the window.

"You had no right to be in that fucking club in the first place."

"Ugh, just stop treating me like a child!" I raise my voice again.

The night is pitch black around us, but I could still see how tight he's gripping the steering wheel. He is angry, but so am I. He can't control where I go, and what I do.

These past few days I waited for him to speak to me, my mind going over every possible reason on why he might not want to. I could have blown up and questioned him about it but I didn't. It was pointless because Mason and I aren't together.

He gets to ignore me for days at a time, going to clubs and bars and I can't have a night out with friends? Talk about double standards.

"Then stop acting like one!" He snaps and I grip the arm of the car door to try and help keep my rage from boiling over.

"I was just hanging out with my friends, Mason, when did that become a crime!"

"When you do so at a club dressed like that. You know how easy it'd be for a guy to try and take advantage of you?"

I sink back in my chair, insulted by his tone and choice of words. I knew I felt foolish going out in a dress like this but the last thing I expected was for Mason to judge me on it. I wish I could just crawl up in a ball and disappear, away from all of these tiresome emotions I get from him.

"Well you would know a lot about that wouldn't you? And dressed like what exactly? A whore? You mean to tell me you don't like to see me this way when every other girl you fuck wears even less clothing than me."

"No, I don't like it."

"Well Felix seemed to." I blurt out and he snaps his head toward me and grips his hand on the wheel ahead of him even tighter.

He tightens his jaw and I look away from him, tired of this never ending argument we seem to be having.

We sit in cold silence for the rest of the ride. Neither of us having anything to say to each other and I take this time to try and calm myself down. But it is a nearly impossible task when the man causing that anger is sitting right beside me.

I can feel Mason keep looking at me as I keep my gaze set out the window of the passenger seat, watching the life outside pass us by.

The car ride back to the house takes forever and when he finally parks I get a strange feeling in my stomach that whatever is going on between us isn't over yet.

I climb out of the car, trying to keep my legs steady enough to hold myself up and slam the door so hard I see him wince beside me.

I struggle to take a step and I feel his hand on my lower back trying to guide me in the house. My body instantly recoils from his touch and I move away.

"I don't need your help." I defend, and he contemplates it for a moment before responding.

"Fine. Suit yourself." My eyes narrow into him wondering what game he's trying to play.

"You say you don't need my help. So show me, prove it."

My eyes stare into his and from his strict tone I can see that he's still angry. He has no right to be angry with me. He's the one who dragged me out of the club and practically kidnapped me.

I know he's only saying this as a way for me to prove to him than I need him in more ways than one, and the last thing I want is to let him win.

I shift my body off from leaning on his car and take a few steps forward. My legs feel like jello under me and I close my eyes, exhaling a slow and steady breath. He doesn't say a word, his elbows lean on the roof of his car as he watches me fail miserably in front of him.

I trip over my foot and before the back of my head hits the concrete I feel his strong arm catch me and wrap itself around my waist, his other swings under my legs and he lifts me up. My head rests itself against his chest and I can feel my body finally start to relax from his arms around me.

"I got you, Isabelle." He whispers softly, and I don't fight it.

I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of him being so close to me because I know it won't last.

By the time I open my eyes he's carrying me up the stairs towards my room, and then it hit me that he's about to set me down. The thought of it makes my stomach sink, I feel safe in his arms, and all I want to do is cherish it.

He kicks my bedroom door open and his feet pad towards my bed before he gently sits me on the edge. The feeling that ignited in my body fades and my eyes focus on him standing in front of me. He looks at me for a few moments, silence fills the room, the tension thickening until he kneels down below me.

I watch as he slowly starts to unstrap my heels and slide them off.

I freeze, and without thinking my heavy eyes roam across his body. The black dress shirt he's wearing is unbuttoned at the top, revealing some of his chest. His hair looks tousled and messy from him constantly running his hands through it tonight. And as he looks up at me before trying to slide the other heel off my foot, my gaze flicks to his plump lips, and for a second I imagine them in between my legs.

"Why are you being so nice to me all of the sudden?" I slur, my voice soft and weak.

"I'm always nice to you." He answers and I laugh from the joke he just made.

"No, you aren't. You're rude and mean, and oftentimes you make me feel like shit about myself." I tell him honestly, the alcohol seeming to have a way with my words.

He sets my heels aside and snaps his head up towards me before standing up. His lips press together in a firm line and guilt creeps into my body as I see his whole demeanor change in front of me.

He frowns slightly, "Well that isn't my intention."

No matter how angry I am with him, I can see the true meaning behind his words. His eyes focus on mine, trying to read me for a few seconds until I bend my head down, turning my gaze onto my fingers resting on top of my lap.

I fiddle with them for a bit while I hear the sound of my dresser drawers opening and closing. Exhaustion hit me like a wave, the alcohol is making my body feel so heavy and I just want to bury myself in my bed and forget this night ever happened.

"Here." I hear Mason say above me and I lift my head up to see him holding some of my clothes in his hand. "Get dressed."

A pit forms in my stomach once I realize how stupid I have been to think Mason could have brought me home just because he was concerned about me. It's clear what his true intentions are.

The knot in my stomach deepens and I glower up at him, shaking my head in disgust.

"And here I thought for a split second that you cared for me."

"What are you talking about?" The irritation resurfaces in his voice and I push the clothes away from me.

"Don't act like I can't see what you're doing, Mason. Dragging me out of the club and then carrying me up here just so you can get into my pants? It's a little low, even for you."

"Isabelle, I-"

"If that's all you want from me then take it." I interrupt him forcing the words out through my gritted teeth. "That's why you brought me here isn't it? To fuck me, so do it."

His body is stiff in front of me, eyes searching for a sign of falsity. I reach my hand up towards the spaghetti strap of my dress, and take it off my shoulder, letting my dress fall in front of him slightly revealing my bare breast.

"Do it, Mason. Just get it over with."

I know I'm acting petty, but I can't help it. I hate the way he makes me act, and I hate how he's made me feel tonight. I know he isn't the best at explaining himself, and even though I'm pissed at him I thought that maybe the reasons behind his actions tonight was because he wanted to help me in the best way he knew how.

Then he asks me to change in front of him, and reality slaps me hard in the face.

But I need him to prove it, to show me that everything I'm thinking is true. That I'm nothing but a body to him, and that's all I'll ever be.

And then maybe I can finally get the chance to move on from him.

"Fuck me, Mason." I say, anger clear in my voice as I inch closer to him and I grab onto the belt buckle of his jeans to pull him closer to me. "Do it-"

"Isabelle, stop." He says as he grabs my wrists in his hands stopping me from going on with this any further.

He doesn't break eye contact with me, his eyes never meet my breast right in front of him. I blink away the tears in my eyes before he's able to notice them trying to break free.

I thought I was stronger than this. That I was better at hiding my feelings when it came to him. But with this being the first time I've seen him in days, and with the alcohol running through my veins it is all just becoming too much.

"That's what you want me for isn't it?" I question.

He brings his fingers to the straps of dress and slowly slings it back onto my shoulder, before leaning down into me so our eyes are at level with each other.

"You're drunk, I would never do that to you." His green eyes stare into mine, with an expression I've never seen before.

"Why not? I did." The memories of when Mason found himself in my room come rushing back. "Is that you're ignoring me? Because I took advantage of you?"

I feel a soft panic take over my body, and hold my breath while I wait for an answer.

"Of course not. That's completely different."

"How?" I can see him growing irritated with my questions, but to my surprise he opens his mouth to speak again.

"Because it wouldn't have mattered if I was drunk or not, my decision still would have been the same."

"So you think I'd regret it?" His face softens a few inches away from mine, and I catch his eyes flicker to my lips before meeting my eyes again.

"It doesn't matter," He pushes himself back up, his body now in a standing position. "I'd never risk it with you."

I can't help my heart skipping a beat from his words, but it only leaves me more confused. He reaches his hand still holding my clothes out in front of me to take, and I look down at it and realize he's giving me a pair of grey sweatpants with his shirt folded neatly on top of it.

"Now get dressed." I stare at the clothes in front of me for a few more seconds before reaching over and grabbing it. " I'll be right back."

Then he walks out of the room and closes the door gently behind him.