It was a lovely morning, but Abigail wasn't in the best mood. Her hands were trembling, and the coffee felt too hot. Even the suit around her silhouette was suddenly too tight for her body. She didn't know what the problem was or thought so. She only wanted to talk to Mason about something significant. Felix had made her feel anxious with his big words, and she didn't want any crazy thoughts in her boyfriend's brain.

The faucet in the bathroom was running, Mason was awake. She sipped some coffee and looked outside. It was chill, but she didn't mind. The morning dew was stunning and was always bringing a smile to her lips.

"Morning, beautiful..."

Abigail giggled softly as Mason sat beside her on the sofa. It was almost seven am, too early for them to go to their workplace.

"Good morning, Mason...."

"How long are ya awake?"

Abigail glared at the clock on the wall and then at him. It's been a while; she questioned how the coffee was still warm. A few seconds later, she remembered it was her second cup of energy, and she cursed under her breath. Too much caffeine never did any good to her.

"It's been a while... Fancy a cuppa, love?"

"I am fine; I feel a knot in my stomach, though... I am not in the mood for breakfast."

"Mason, I want us to talk about something."

Mason's body twitched like it was shot with a wave of electricity. The saliva was stuck in his neck, and his mouth felt drier than usual. A billion thoughts were going through his mind; he was sure Abigail was tired and sick of him. Damon had corrupted his brain here and a couple months with no reason. He couldn't get over him, what he had done to his girlfriend. Abigail seemed serious; she held both his hands and rubbed them with her thumb. Was this the end? Was she going to break up with him? Did he do something wrong? Mason wanted to beg her to stay even if she had said nothing till now. His breathing had got faster; Abigail had noticed it.

"I just want to say... I don't want to get married, Mason... yet, at least. You sounded so excited with Felix's sayings- "

Mason took a big breath and calmed back down in seconds. His breathing was normal, along with his arterial pressure. A smile all over his lips as he started playing with a tuft of her hair.

"Abigail, my love, it's okay. I don't fancy the idea of marriage right now either; I fancy the idea of marrying you, though."

Abigail turned into a crimson red mess and looked away to hide her face from her lover. Mason didn't have his way with words like Damon had but could always make her blush with some dumb shit.

She hugged him and brought him closer to her body with a sigh. Her fingers were through his hair as she closed her eyes for a brief moment. She enjoyed his touch and felt comfortable between his arms.

She ignored her brain, which was saying that Damon was hugging her.

She knew she was in the right place, at the right time, with the right person. Or believed so.

"Let's get ready; Felix will kill us both if we're late one more time."

"I think he likes us a bit too much to execute us. Plus, he needs me to keep a good face with his female colleagues."

Abigail laughed while going to the bedroom. She wasn't lying; Felix was polite -as polite as he could be- only towards Sophia and her. She started thinking he was kinda misogynistic but tried to push it to the back of her head. Maybe it was all in her mind; Felix wasn't a bad person, just too serious because of his job environment. Or so Abigail thought.

Meanwhile, on the other side of London, Damon could barely get out of his bed. His mood wasn't the best, and he almost felt ill. He cursed and hit the pillow on his face with force multi times. Finally, he whimpered until he heard a knock on the door from the other side.

"Whooooo....."

Damon groaned and stayed under the blankets. He didn't want to talk to anyone.

"Damon? Are you awake?"

And especially to the person with the American accent that was on the other side.

"Yes, what do you waaaant...."

"Can I come in?"

"Suit yourself...."

Brianna walked into the room; the high heels made such an annoying noise on the dark wooden floor. She smiled and pulled away from the curtains; Damon continued hiding in his bed like a child. She sat beside him and tried to play with his hair but soon left a sound out of pain.

"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL, DAMON!? DID YOU JUST BITE ME!?"

"Keep your hands away."

She growled and gulped but tried to keep the smile on her lips.

"What do you want?"

"I have a photoshoot outside Buckingham palace! Can you drive me there pretty pleaaase?"

"No. Get a cab."

"PLAYBOY!"

"FINE, SHUT YO MOUTH!"

Damon's head was spinning already from the yell. He wanted to drive her there and return to his warm bed. Instead, he would tell his sister to take over the business and call it a day. Deetra wouldn't be angry. It was her chance to make things even better and "rule" the way she wanted.

"Get out the room so I can get dressed."

"Fear I'll see your pickle? Won't be the first time."

"Get out, or you'll have to get an uber for all I care!"

"Ugh, fine. Someone woke up with nerves. Are you on your period?"

"GET OUT!"

"Okay, okay! Jesus!"

Brianna scoffed and left, closing the door behind. She walked downstairs; he had heard her steps. Those damn shoes were echoing through the whole house! They were bringing a headache to Damon that was getting more painful with every of her step.

Damon dressed up in laziness; he barely managed to button his shirt with that terrible headache. It took him almost twenty minutes to dress up and go down to Brianna and his sister. He yawned and rubbed his eyes in tiredness. Deetra smiled and lifted her cup of coffee.

"Good morning, brother."

"Fuck you, too. It was probably your idea to drive this spoiled brat to the centre!"

Deetra didn't answer back; she laughed and sipped some of her coffee, enjoying her morning. Of course, it was her idea; she loved "mistreating" her brother.

"You control everything today."

"Why exactly?"

"Because I have a headache, and I am not in the greatest mood."

"Did your beauty sleep go wrong?"

Damon gulped and breathed heavily. He couldn't scream at all; he felt weak.

"You take care of everything, I mean it."

"Don't tell me you're ill."

"I'm fine, c'mon, let's go, Brianna."

The drive was more than lame. Brianna put on a different song every three minutes, and Damon's head was ready to explode. He was trying hard to focus on the road, and the loud music wasn't helping. When they arrived, Damon almost kicked her out of the car. He just wanted to take some medicine and stay in bed.

"Thank you so much, playboy! Will you tag along?"

"Tag alone?"

"Yes! You'll love it! I'll be wearing this new dress that Ralph Lauren designed just for me- "

"I don't care; I am a busy man, Brianna."

"Ugh, whatever, you're losing."

Brianna scoffed and got out of the car. Those damn high heels were still making so much noise. After a while and some paracetamol, Damon was feeling way better. He lit up a cigarette; the smoke left a burning sensation against his lungs.

After stopping dosing up and rubbing that white powder all over his nostrils, Damon's head was going nuts. His body was unable to function without drugs, and the abrupt stop almost destroyed it. The first weeks he was suffering from awful headaches and pain all over his body. Sometimes, he was unable to move from it. After some months, he felt way better but still had some pain here and there. He knew it could get over a year for his body to fix itself and get better.

His eyes caught up a small coffee shop that was dipped in brown and golden colours. He smiled; some espresso would be holy for him that moment. He walked into the shop and scratched his beard; there were roughly four with five people around him.

He stepped towards the counter, looking around, ready to order the casual espresso. His glare caught a bunch of letters on the black panel above the barista's head.

"What's a Freddo Espresso?"

"Iced espresso, sir."

"Oh. I'd like that one."

Damon never heard of cold espresso before. He used to get the hot one and down half of it in less than five minutes. Better coffee addicted than drug-addicted. He couldn't say no to something that contained caffeine, though, and that cold coffee didn't sound bad at all. After a sip or two, he smiled and sighed; it was good, even if it was just some ice mixed with coffee beans. Plus, caffeine could help his headaches go away for a couple of hours so he could work in peacefulness.

As he turned around, he faced the only guy he didn't want to see come in. That peaceful moment was destroyed as he met a young brown-haired man who was more than familiar with. "Shit...." he cursed under his breath before gulping, the man stopping and staring back at him with the same glare. He looked uncomfortable, but soon his surprised face turned into an angry one.

"Damon Hopkins."

"Hello Mason, how are you doing?"

Damon sipped casually from his coffee; Mason ground his teeth with hate towards him before ordering ginger tea.

"How dare you appear in front of me after what you've done."

"After what I've done? I treated Abigail well; what are you talking about!?"

"Well? You treated her WELL!?"

Damon was always stealing everyone's glares in the rooms he was stepping into and not because of his handsome face. His conversations were always so... brutal.

"Can we talk outside?"

Damon whispered lowly; Mason grabbed his tea and had a sip. He walked outside and moved his hand, signalling him to follow him. Damon sighed and stepped out; he had drunk almost all his coffee on his nerves.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"What was that in there, Mason? I get it, you don't like me at all, but you don't have the right to judge my behaviour towards your little girlfriend."

"You raped her, you monster."

Damon froze in his position; he laughed softly in awkwardness. He had no idea what was Mason was talking about. He never touched Abigail without her consent. He never pressured anyone into something they didn't want to do! Damon's face got red, and the veins on his neck were throbbing with blood. He squinted his eyes and pointed his finger at Mason with a half-closed mouth.

"How dare of you to accuse me of something like THAT, Mason! Yes, I am an alcoholic drug-addicted bastard that destroys happy families and teenagers' Hollywood dreams for the shake of it, but I have never laid my finger on a woman without her consent! Call me a bloody arsehole and kill me with the fancy gadgets that your cute little boss provides you with, but I. am. not. A rapist for hell's shake!

Damon was screaming; he felt like an idiot. Mason had crossed his arms and was looking away close to tears. He wasn't ready to cry because of the drug lord's yells but because of what he had just realized.

"I don't say you have to believe me, but- "

"I believe you, Hopkins...."

Damon took a step back, surprised; Mason suddenly wasn't angry or ready to fight. He seemed lost in thoughts; hurt had consumed his brownish eyes. Damon turned his chin around, confused.

"Who told you such thing for me, Cox? Was it Robinson?"

"No."

"Then... Who...."

"Abigail."

Damon's world was destroyed, down to ruins. He wasn't feeling just betrayed; he felt ruined. He wished he had heard wrong. He wished it was a different name; he hoped it was a different Abigail. He knew why Mason was close to tears now as his eyes felt like two small lakes now. Damon felt great pain, but he knew that Mason would receive the last stab.

"Mason... I-I didn't touch her like that, I promise...."

"I don't understand.... Why would she lie to me like this...."

"I-I don't know, Mason...."

He knew; he just didn't want to confess anything. Damon was jealous of Mason, and now Mason was jealous of Damon, too. Mason's phone rang; he gulped at the stare of the name on the screen.

"Is it Abigail?"

"Mhm...."

He declined the call and pushed it bitterly back in the pocket of his pants. He couldn't listen to her voice and cheerful tone right now.

"Can I ask something last before we drift both our own ways?"

"Of course."

"Did you two.... have sex, like you know.... both wanting it?"

"Yes...."

"More than once?"

".... Yes, Mason."

He almost spilt his tea; his hands were trembling as he tried to have a taste of it. Mason was sweating badly, and he wiped his forehead. His clothes felt tight, and he could barely breathe normally. Anyone would think that he is sick. It was his turn now.

"Thank you, Damon."

"For what?"

"For opening my god damn stupid eyes."

Mason walked away with fast steps, dipped in his jacket. Damon was still in shock after what he had just learned; he had to talk to Deetra. He walked the other way, towards his car.

That woman had destroyed two completely different men on the same day with a couple of false words.

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