"Where are you taking me?" I ask for the third time since I've been in his car.

He's been driving for nearly ten minutes now, dodging each and every one of my questions. My mind keeps racing, thinking over every possible place he could be taking me.

I look out the window towards the bowling alley, maybe he's taking me there? But who would he want me to meet at the bowling alley? I feel a tad bit disappointed as he drives past it, I was wrong yet again.

Ugh, none of this was making sense.

Mason sighs from my question and directs his head towards me for a quick moment.

"You really can't stand the thought of not knowing can you?"

"I'm just curious about who you want me to meet." I can't help but admire the man sitting next to me as I spoke.

His left hand remains on the steering wheel while the other rests upon the center console of his black Range Rover. 

My eyes watch him as he drives, everything he does makes the area in between my legs start to pulsate.

He didn't even have to look at me, and here I am imagining myself jumping over on top of him.

"Like what you see?" He pulls me from my trance and licks his lips just before curving them upwards. I shift in my seat and glue my eyes forward, watching the road in front of me.

"Are we almost there?" I ask him, ignoring his question. He turns right toward an empty street and presses down on the gas. The car roars down the road and I grip my hands tight around both sides of my seat.

"You know if you wanted to kill me you could have just done it at the house." I joke.

"If I wanted to kill you don't you think it would have been smart to do so while we were locked in a garage for hours?"

I can see the amusement on his face as he looks over at me before he slowly presses on the brakes and turns into a parking lot.

I look around to try and distinguish where this man can be taking me, but the only thing I see across the lot is a bar.

"We're here." He says as he takes the keys out of the ignition. He opens his door and just as I'm about to say something he closes it shut.

I follow after him, getting out of the car and look up at the neon sign ahead of us that reads Freddie's Bar. At least I think that's what it says, more than half the letters in the sign are broken.

I shake my head, this can't be where he's taking me.

I look over at Mason and then at the bar once more, he doesn't seem to take note of my reaction. Instead, he pops open the trunk to his car and I feel a drop of disappointment when I realize that it is in fact the place.

Out of all the places I thought of I never imagined a bar.

"Is this the place?" I ask him for confirmation as his hand reaches in his trunk and pulls out a grey sweatshirt.

"Put this on." He says to me, ignoring my question. His arms extend, trying to give me the sweatshirt and all I do is stare at it.

"Mason, it's hot as hell outside I don't need a sweatshirt." It's nearly 90 degrees out and this man tries to give me more clothing?

He huffs form my words and pushes it further towards me, not taking no for an answer.

"I wasn't asking." He says, his tone stiff.

I look at the sweatshirt and then back at him hoping he'll be the one to drop the towel but I should know better. He stares at me while he waits for me to take it from his hands, and after a few seconds pass I hesitantly olige.

I pull the sweatshirt over my head and the thick material quickly starts to suffocate me. I can already feel my body starting to overheat and I grimace at the thought of sweating in front of him, on his sweatshirt no less.

The only thing keeping my body at bay is the familiar smell filling my nose each and every time I inhale a breath. It almost makes me feel as though he's wrapped around me, and my body seems to respond to it.

I feel my sweet spot start to throb and I clench my legs together.

Mason seems to be pleased as he eyes me up and down to double check my appearance.

"I like my clothes better on you." A satisfied grin rests upon his face, his green eyes piercing into mine almost as if he knows.

"I thought you said you'd be on your best behavior." I retorted, crossing my arms against my chest.

"I'll keep my hands to myself until you say otherwise." I slowly shake my head side to side, trying to hold back the smile wanting to break free from my lips.

"Come on, let's go." He says, walking towards the bar as my feet stay planted to the ground.

"I doubt they'll even let me in."

"Come on." he playfully whines and I sigh. I didn't go all this way to back out now so I pick up the pace and follow him towards the door.

Mason opens the door in front of me and I feel his fingers on the small of my back as he guides me inside.

The first thing I hear is the faint music playing on the speakers surrounding each corner. I look around and see nothing but a couple men out on the floor with drinks in their hands. I suddenly feel awkward that I'm the only girl in the bar and start to tug on the hem of Mason's sweatshirt.

"Mason! I wondered if you'd come in today." A man greets, he looks older- maybe in his mid fifties? The hair on his head is a faded grey color and the wrinkles on his face become more prominent each time he moves his lips.

He stands behind the bar, pouring liquid into a clear shot glass.

"Freddie." Mason greets and walks towards him, his hand never leaving my backside.

He stops in front of the bar stools on the other side of the counter and sits down. I follow, and swallow the saliva building up in my mouth praying to God that Freddie won't notice I'm underage.

The two of them seem to be familiar with each other, and I wonder if this is who he wanted me to meet.

I suddenly feel eyes staring into the back of my head and turn my back around to notice a man staring directly at me. I shift in my seat and Mason takes notice, following my eyes towards the man in the corner.

Mason glares at him and the guy on the opposite side of the bar looks away, not wanting any trouble. I feel Mason's grip tighten around me as his jaw tenses, pulling me closer to him.

"And who might this pretty lady be?" Freddie asks, his shoulders leaning against the counter towards us.

"Isabelle." Mason answers, not seeming too happy by Freddie's compliment, but Freddie only dismisses the look he's giving him.

"Nice to meet you." I say as he slides two shot glasses filled to the brim over to us.

"On the house." Freddie says, his aging smile widening at me. Mason downs the liquid in his glass and I stare at mine, my nose scrunched up in disgust.

No chaser? No way.

Freddie turns around to place the liquor bottle back on the shelf and Mason quickly reaches over, grabs my shot glass and gulps it down with ease. He then places the glass right back in front of me just before Freddie turns back around towards us.

"I need to take a leak. Watch her." Mason orders, but Freddie doesn't seem fazed by his tone at all. His tall frame stalks to the bathroom and I remain alone with Freddie.

"So what's a girl like you doing with a guy like him?" He asks me, I don't sense any judgment in his tone, just pure curiosity.

"We're roommates." I answer, folding my arms across each other and resting them on the countertops. He nods at my answer, his mouth slightly open.

"Have you two known each other long?" I ask. Since Mason isn't here now's the time to get information on him.

"About three months."

"Where'd you two meet?"

"At a bar in Seattle." A chuckle escapes my lips from the answer. Of course they met at a bar.

"I was visiting my daughter and decided to go to a bar to blow off some steam. Mason was there brooding as always."

I smile at his joke, Freddie seems to be the complete opposite of Mason. He's kind, and easy to talk to. I wonder how they got so close?

"I told him that I had a bar out here, and before I knew it he walked in. Scared the living shit out of me, I tell you. Since then he's been a frequent flyer."

I nod at his words, taking all the new information in. So it's true, him and his mom did move to Seattle. I wonder what other rumors about him were also true. I'm not trying to pry, I just want a little information about the guy sleeping two doors down from me.

"I'll tell you what, this is a first for him though."

"What do you mean first?"

"Out of all the times I've seen him here he's never talked about anyone, let alone bring them to my bar."

I can't say that his response doesn't surprise me, because I does. I try to act unfazed by his answer, when inside all I'm thinking about is that he must trust me enough to share this with me. I thought I didn't know Mason at all, but now it seems like that may be the case with everyone in his life.

"And you sure nothing's going on between you two?" Freddie asks, his voice slightly raising at the end of the question. He lifts up a brow as he waits for my response.

Seems like I'm not the only one trying to get information.

"We're just friends." I say, dismissing all the thoughts that must be roaming around in his head. He nods his head at my answer, dropping it.

We stay at Freddie's Bar for a few hours, talking with him about the most random things. He tells me about how him and his wife fell in love. The minute he starts talking about her his eyes start to light up and I can't help but feel a bit envious about how much he loved her.

I can feel Mason's eyes on me as I laugh at each and every joke Freddie told, and I felt his hand reconnect to the small of my back as a tear fell from my eyes when he told me how his wife got cancer a few years ago and passed away.

Freddie fell in love and experienced the most devastating loss and here he is, his spirit as lively as ever.

Once it's time to go we quickly exchange goodbyes and leave. Mason and I both walk back to his car in silence and I can't hide the smile on my lips as my mind stays on Freddie.

Mason walks over to the driver's side and I immediately halt to a stop.

"What do you think you're doing?" I question him.

"I'm driving us home." He says as if it is obvious, and I shake my head.

"You were just drinking in there and now you want to drive home?" My stomach twists at the thought of another person I care about in an accident.

Memories of my father try to come rushing back and I force them out.

Mason stares at me, and I can tell he knows where this is about to go.

"Give me your keys." I say, reaching my hand out for him to give them to me.

"I only had a few drinks."

"That doesn't matter. I'm not letting you get into this car after you've been drinking." I stare at him like he did when he forced me to put on his sweatshirt and he sighs in defeat.

"If you so much as-"

"I know how to drive, Mason." I dismiss his threat and snatch the keys from his grasp. I walk over to the drivers side and he watches as I climb into his car.

The seat instantly starts to relax my tense muscles and I bury myself down deeper into it. I try to rest my feet on the breaks but my short legs are too far from it. I reposition the seat as Mason gets into the passenger side next to me.

He watches closely as I move the seat into the position that's right for me before I do what any sane person does, and go directly towards the radio.

"What are you doing?" He asks me as I fingers press the buttons on the screen.

"Connecting my phone to bluetooth." I answer honestly, expecting him to refuse but to my surprise he doesn't. He simply sinks back in his chair as his eyes follow my every move.

"I said stop it." I tear my eyes from my phone since I'm now fully connected and look at Mason staring at me with his hungry eyes.

"If you want me to keep my hands to myself you can't keep biting your fucking lip in front of me."

"I don't even realize I'm doing it." I say, and remove my lip from my teeth.

My head goes back towards my phone as I scroll through my music trying to find a song I want to play.

Once I find the one, my index finger clicks it before putting it between my lap.

"You're killing me." He says and I can't help but laugh at his whine.

"Oh would you relax." I say as laughs continue to leave my lips. He gently hits his head against the passenger chair and huffs at me. I ignore his pout and put my hands on the wheel, feeling the leather in between them.

"Okay, so remind me again which one is the gas?" I joke and Mason redirects his head to mine before opening the passenger door.

"Get out." He says and I laugh even harder than before. My chest rises up and down from the laughs pouring out of me.

"I'm kidding." I say and he sighs before getting back into the car. He buckles his seatbelt before tightening it and I shake my head.

He is ridiculous.

I turn the volume up on the stereo and quickly start the song over. As the music starts to play throughout the car I slowly start to pull out of the parking spot and turn off towards the road.

A few minutes pass as we sit in silence so I turn the music up a little higher and sing along as quietly as possible so he doesn't hear me.

"I don't want your body but I hate to think about you with somebody else. Our love has gone cold, you're intertwining your soul with somebody else." I sing along and can't help but feel like this song is starting to hit a little too close to home.

I can feel Mason's eyes on me as the song continues to play, and force myself not to look back at him.

The drive back goes by quickly and as I pull into the driveway Mason speaks up.

"Looks like you have a visitor." I turn towards him and follow his eyes to the front door where Aiden is standing.

He is standing outside with lillies in hand- my favorite flowers. I should be smiling at this kind gesture, but as I pull into the driveway I can't help but feel like Aiden's getting in the way of something.

I park the car and we both get out. Mason walks alongside me and I can see his fists are clenched so hard his palms are both a pale white.

"Elle?" Aiden questions as he sees us walking towards him.

His eyes flicker between back and forth between Mason and I, and I feel myself growing anxious over this encounter. Mason's clenched fist goes to my back and quickly unclenches before he gently grips the back of his sweatshirt as if to keep me in place.

"Hey Aiden, what are you doing here?" My voice almost sounds a bit strained as I ask the question.

"I came to drop these off before I go to work. I wasn't expecting to be seeing the two of you together. I was trying to call you." I can tell he isn't ecstatic to be seeing us together, but that he's trying to hide it.

"Sorry, I was driving."

"What were the two of you doing anyways?" He asks me, ignoring the glare Mason is giving him.

"I took her to a bar." Mason answers and my mouth flies open from his honesty. Aiden's eyes practically fall out of his head as he looks at the both of us.

"A bar? Elle you went to a bar?" He asks me but Mason quickly intervenes.

"Is that a problem?" He asks, his voice tense. The look on Aiden's face says it all, and I quickly speak up.

"Thank you for the flowers." I change the subject and reach over to grab the flowers. "I love them."

I can feel him gripping my sweatshirt tighter and I hope Aiden doesn't notice.

Aiden nods his head and clears his throat, "Well I better get going. I'll uh- I'll call you?" He asks me, and I nod before he walks away from the two of us.

I can see Aiden's gaze linger on us for a moment, before he turns his head away and towards his car.

Mason releases his grip from me and before I can say anything to him he heads for the door. He quickly opens it, and slams it shut behind him.

Welp, it was nice while it lasted.

I let out a sigh before I walk in, trying not to go too fast. I'm not in the mood for another argument.

After I put the lilies in a vase I head towards my room. Wearing Masons sweatshirt has made me feel very sweaty underneath and I need a shower. I set the vase on my nightstand and hurry over to my bathroom before turning on the water to the shower.

My fingers grip the counter in front of me as I reminisced about Mason.

At the start of the day I was furious with him. But after the day we had, I no longer feel the anger that was boiling inside of me.

It's hard for me to register how he acted today. Given his track record I expected at least one little altercation, but there was none. He was calm, and he never tried to insult or degrade me once.

It was almost like I was with a totally different person.

I lift Mason's sweatshirt up and cherish the thought of it finally being off of me. Just as I am about to take off my shirt, I realize I forgot a towel.

"Shit." I curse to myself. Why do I keep doing that?

I did my laundry today so I washed them all, and must have forgotten to put them back on the towel rack in the bathroom. I walk back to the shower and turn the dial to the right, turning off the water.

My feet pads against the floor as I make my way back to my room to grab a towel. Right as I walk out of the bathroom my whole body stops in its tracks.

In front of me, Mason is sitting on my bed. His head is low, focusing on his hands. And as my body freezes he immediately shoots his head upwards.

He opens his mouth to speak, and closes it back up again.

"Is this about your sweatshirt?" I ask him, walking forward. I stop a couple feet away, and he almost looks disappointed. He shakes his head at my question, and my mind begins wondering why he is in my room.

"I didn't mean what I said the other day."

My eyes start to blink in question if what he said was actually real. I take another step forward, careful not to get too close as he continues.

"It was wrong of me." I didn't know how to respond, here he is sitting in front of me and I am speechless.

But even though he's trying, I'm still not quite sure If I believe him.

"I know you're trying to apologize, but you not meaning what you said only makes me feel worse."

He nods slowly, pressing his lips together flatly while he takes in my words.

"Because now I know that you only said it to hurt me." He winces at my words as I finish, not seeming pleased with them.

My heart sinks as I watch him sitting in front of me, not a drop of emotion on his face. He blows out a heavy breath and runs his fingers through his hair.

"I was angry, Elle, I-" He stops for a moment before continuing, "I say and do a lot of things when I'm angry. Things I can't explain, I..." His voice trails off before he clamps his mouth shut, looking away from me.

I tilt my head to the side as I look down at him. I know Mason isn't one to formally apologize, but I've never seen him so remorseful- so ashamed.

"If you think what happened was a mistake then-"

"Is that what you think? That I regret fucking you?" He snaps his head back to me as his eyebrows furrow together in disbelief.

"I don't know what to think." I answer honestly. "I don't know if what you're saying is real, I mean how could I after everything?"

He reaches his hand over to me, and his strong arms pull me closer to him. My body tense in between his legs as he remains seated on top of my bed. I let out a wavering breath while he looks at me with his eyes filled with an emotion I can't make out.

His fingers linger on my back and my body starts to feel as if it's recharging from his touch.

"You want to know what's real?" His fingers lightly trail up my arm and my body stiffens. "The way your body responds to me. The way my body responds to yours."

I'm taken back by his revelation. Mason has never admitted something like this to me before. This whole time he's made it seem as if he holds all the power over me, but now I can see clearly that that can't be farther from the truth.

I place my hands on either side of his shoulders and try to hold him back. I can't focus when he says things like this.

I can never focus when he's around.

"I thought you said no touching until I said so." Mason purses his lips, his dark green eyes studying mine.

He stands up from the bed and I tear my hands away. I try to take a step back but Mason follows my movements and comes closer to me, closing the gap between us. His eyes move to my lips for a few moments, before he returns his gaze back to me.

"I lied." He admits, and my core starts to ache from withdrawal.

He lowers his head into my neck and places a kiss inside. Such gentle movements already make it hard to stifle back a moan. He brings his head up, his tall body now hovering over mine.

He makes me weak, completely powerless.

I watch as his body starts inching closer, and I know if our lips touch I am his for the taking.

"Mason, we can't." I say, my breath unsteady.

"Stop me." He whispers, his lips coming closer until they latch themselves onto mine. 

A.N.

I attached the song above that Elle plays in Masons car. 

I know I haven't updated in a while, sorry! School has been kicking my butt. I have tons of messages I need to respond to, I promise I'll get to them today.

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-yourunknownteen