It was around eleven pm, and Mason hadn't returned home yet. This wasn't usual, and Abigail was starting to get worried. "Was I too harsh with him?" she questioned herself, starring at the turned-off tv. Mason wasn't wrong; he had swallowed down many of Damon's compliments towards his wife and tried to push them to the back of his mind, but they were so many at this point that he couldn't sleep at night.

Abigail wanted to call her husband and tell him to come home already, but she just looked at her phone with a sigh when she grabbed it. It wasn't the right time to be egoistic, but she couldn't keep herself back. She just left it back at the coffee table, hoping that Mason will call her sooner or later.

Mason was lying on a couch in a small apartment that was close to London's centre. He didn't want to return to his wife that evening after what went wrong in the office. Sakura offered him to stay at her apartment for the night and even take her bed, but Mason insisted he'll sleep on the couch. He craved some peace, and he felt that his house was far away from a peaceful one right now. Mason was waiting for his wife to call and say "sorry" as he thought he was right this time. That phone call never came, so he just closed his eyes, waiting for the morning.

Mason's eyes shot open when he felt some weight on his stomach, soon facing Sakura sitting on him, her legs on both of his sides. His eyes widened as he realized she was wearing a set of black lingerie and a smirk on her lips. She had already undone his shirt, and her palms were against his chest. He could feel her grind against his crotch slowly and gently.

"S-Sakura, what the hell!?"

"Hey, calm down, don't panic, darling!"

She leaned down, her long fingers cupping his face with a soft smirk playing off her crimson red lips.

"I just want to make you feel good," she whispered with a gentle tone; Mason gulped, his arms stuck by his side.

"Sakura, I'm a married man!"

"Are you, though? After what Abigail has done to you with that guy, you deserve a good time, too... She doesn't have to know, Mason...."

Sakura pressed her lips against Mason's, kissing him. Mason tried to move back; he grabbed her arms and pushed her off him. Sakura curled at the corner of the sofa glaring at him, hurt and confused and trying to cover her body. Mason stayed at the other corner of the couch, sitting up while panting. He buttoned his shirt and rubbed the lipstick off his lips quickly.

Sakura looked at him, there was pain in her eyes, and she wasn't trying to hide it at all. Mason's eyes were now on the floor; he was still panting, not moving.

"... You really love her, don't you?"

Her question caught him off guard as he turned his chin towards her with a soft growl. He didn't care for her right now; all he wanted was to return home.

"Of course, that's why I proposed to her and had a daughter with her! What kind of question is that!?"

She fiddled with her fingers and sighed. Silence followed as no one was talking or moving. The only sound in the room was their breathing. Suddenly, Mason stood up and grabbed his jacket before wearing it. He fixed his shirt, receiving her attention as she stood up, trying to block the entrance.

"Just tell me what does she have that I don't! Is Abigail prettier, thinner, smarter? What is it, Mason!?"

"I love her, Sakura!"

She closed her mouth and glared at him with a frown. Mason's hands had turned into fists now, and he was shouting. The young woman crossed her arms under her chest and narrowed her eyes.

"It's not about the face and the body! I love her because I enjoy spending time with her, and when she smiles, my whole world lights up for a couple of seconds! I love her because she always grabs my favourite snacks when she goes to the supermarket, even if she dislikes them and smokes on the balcony because I hate the tobacco smell! These stupid things make my heart rush, you bloody whore!"

Sakura gasped softly, hearing Mason swearing and being angry. She took a step aside and unlocked the door, sad. He glared at her and then at the hallway.

"You're... in love with her," she scoffed before laughing in bitterness. Mason continued looking at her before pushing his hand in the pants' pocket to grab his car's and house's keys.

"I... understand it. She's the luckiest woman in the world, and I hope she'll appreciate it one day. Good evening, Mason."

"Fuck off, Sakura; I hope your night sucks."

Mason growled angrily and raised his middle finger before leaving the block of flats. He was happy he was going home. Hopefully, Abigail wouldn't be asleep and would want him back.

At the same time, Abigail was home sitting on the couch in tears. Emma was asleep, and a "friend" had come over to comfort her and possibly try to help her. Abigail looked terribly, her cheeks were wet, and she hoped her husband was safe and would return home soon.

"W-Where is he!? I swear if he's at her house -"

"Oh, calm down, Abigail, he's fine. Mason would never cheat on you."

Damon sighed with crossed arms leaning back on the couch. It was starting to get late; he yawned, checking his wristwatch.

When Abigail called crying, he had nothing else to do except drive to her house. After learning about Mason and Sakura, he was left shocked. Soon after, he was back to calm, knowing Mason. Mason wasn't a cheater; he was over the hills for Abigail.

"I'll call him- I can't just stand here waiting!"

Abigail grabbed her phone and dialled his number. She was ready to press the screen but left the phone back in its position, crying. Damon pushed his hand against her shoulder and rubbed it gently, not knowing what to do.

"D-Damon, thanks for coming all the way here, but I'd like to stay alone for a bit...."

"I understand, it's fine...."

Abigail stood up and opened the main door with tears in the corners of her eyes. Damon glared outside and closed the door by pressing against it with his palm and all his strength. He looked at her before holding both her hands and rubbing them. Abigail glared at him, confused with her shiny wet cheeks.

"If you need anything, please call me, whatever time it is."

"Yes, yes, I'll have that in mind, Damon...."

His fingers moved and grabbed both her arms, bringing her closer to him quickly and giving her a deep kiss.

Damon was waiting too long to taste these lips and thought that his effort would reward him. He was pretty sure Abigail wanted him even if she was sitting in this miserable cheap house crying for her "husband".

Abigail pushed her palm against his chest and pulled away; tears were rolling down her rosy cheeks.

"No...."

"No?"

"I am a married woman, Damon- What are you doing...."

"Are you kidding me- We almost kissed at the hospital! Do you have memory loss!?"

"And it was bad; I should have stayed away from you! I chose to be happy with Mason, Damon! This whole thing between us should have stopped long ago... We... We are just friends -"

"Friends, you said!? We NEVER and EVER were and will be just friends; why can't you see it!?"

Damon was yelling as he lifted his hands in the air. His eyes were narrowed, and he couldn't believe in his ears. Abigail would never say something like that. She pushed him away with a frown and crossed arms.

"We are just friends; just accept it, Damon! Nothing more, nothing less! Just go home!"

"Abigail -"

Abigail opened the door with force, both hers and Damon's glare on Mason, who was at the entrance holding his keys. Abigail's heart started racing, fearing for the worst. Mason put the keys back in his pocket with a half-opened mouth before cleaning his neck. Damon gulped and took a step back; Abigail was sure Mason would leave her for sure now.

"Mason! My mate -"

"You heard my wife, Damon. Get out of our house, now."

Damon looked at Abigail and then at Mason, a sarcastic smile taking over his lips as he walked outside towards his car. Mason stepped into his house and locked the door behind only when he was sure that Damon had left.

He was starring at his wife as she stood in her position, frozen with crossed arms and hurt eyes. Mason sighed and held her between his arms as she sobbed softly.

"I am so sorry, you were right about Sakura... I should have heard you...."

He started playing with her hair before kissing her cheek gently; he had missed her already. Abigail stayed there between his arms with a happy smile; she grabbed his chin and gave him a deep kiss, excited to see her husband.

"And I am sorry about Damon, darling... I'll stay away as much as I can, I promise- just please don't leave me alone...!"

Mason laughed softly and gave her another kiss.

"I forgive you, everything's fine, we are fine... Let's just go to sleep...."

"That sounds... nice."

Abigail smiled softly, wiping away some tears from her eyes. Mason pulled away and undid his shirt as he started walking upstairs.

"Are you alright, my love?"

"Yes, I just want to take this cherry blossom smell off my body."

He growled, Abigail giggled, following him.

"Can I help you take it off?"

"Of course."

Mason smirked before giving her a kiss.

On the other side of London, a car was speeding over the speed limit here and a while. Damon was furious; his right arm was glued on the steering wheel while the other on the stick shift. He was pushing his car to its limit, but he didn't care a lot. He didn't want to return home, and it was too late to call his psychiatrist, so he went to "see" the next person that would understand him.

Damon stopped the car outside the graveyard and closed its door with force. He stepped into the cemetery with quick steps, making a lot of noise. It was dark, so he opened his phone's flashlight. He looked around, soon finding his mother's grave. Damon sighed, cleaning the dust off the grave- It's been a while since he's been here. The last time he was in the graveyard, things got brutal as Felix almost killed him.

Damon understood that he had to stay away from Abigail and Mason. Felix would find out about him being around sooner or later, and he would be in huge trouble. Damon had to focus on his business and on his family. These were his priorities, not Abigail. Or believed so. He just hoped he'd be over her soon. Maybe another person would be on his road sooner or later and make him fall for them. There were billions of thoughts rushing through his brain; he just wished everything would turn out alright for him.

"I don't understand what I did wrong, mom! I thought Abigail loved me; I thought she was the one... but I was wrong... again. I can't... understand how I mess up every time... I am a moving disaster, aren't I?"

Damon laughed in pain and rubbed his face in anger. He was sweating more than usual; a few tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Whatever, it doesn't matter... I'll see what I'll do... I'll find a solution... as always."

He wiped them away with the inside of his palm and rushed outside of the cemetery, stepping harshly on the dry grass.

Damon started the engine and headed to his home in need of some good sleep. Today was an exhausting day.