FAITH

"Who says I can't stay away from you?" I roll my eyes.

"You." replies Mason.

"Okay. Watch as I prove you wrong."

I turned around, my back facing towards him, and walked away.

I smirked and turned around.

He was gone..?!

My smirk turned into a frown. Damn it! Once, I reached our table, I sat down by my friends.

"What took you so long?" asked Angel.

"A certain billionaire?" Hope smirked.

"A very hot certain billionaire?" Jocelyn's smirked matched Hope's.

"Wait. What am I missing?" asked Angel.

"I just bumped into Mason. Nothing happened. Honestly, he is annoying the shit out of me." I replied in a bored tone, expressing my frustration with hand movements.

"You admitted he was hot, Fifi!" the two girls exclaimed.

"M-Mason? M-Mason Hamond?" asked Angel, bursting into laughter.

"Yeah. Why?" I asked back. Does she know him? How?

"Mason's my friend. Well, he doesn't have friends, that loser... Haha! Anyways, he's my ex's cousin. I won't expect any love from him. Mason is hard as rock and sees girls only as a one-night thing." she explained.

"I'm hard..?" asked a voice behind me.

Guess who that is? Obviously, Mason. He shows up at perfect times.

"I meant you're a hard person." replied Angel, rolling her eyes and groaning.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, walking up to him.

He walked even closer to me, "Thought I'd find you here."

"Ha! And you thought I couldn't stay away."

"You were the one who walked up to me from the other half of the table. Let me remind you that this table is pretty big."

"I-I... But you walked closer to me, too! Admit it, you can't stay away!"

"Maybe we both can't stay away." he whispered.

"Guys? What are you doing?" asked Hope.

"Oh yeah. I'm stealing Faith for a few minutes. I'll bring her back." Mason replied, holding my hand and rushing us out.

"Ugh! Mason you're such a dick!" groaned Angel.

"At least someone can see what you are." I rolled my eyes.

"She hasn't seen my dick, if that's what you're asking. No need to get jealous, babe. If you want it, just ask."

"I am not your babe! And I don't want your dick!" I yelled, earning a couple glances from strangers.

I punched Mason's arm as he chuckled. Finally, we stopped running. I found myself in a room filled with statues and a few couches. We sat down and Mason started talking:

"Gabriel wants to meet up with you, again."

"I'd love that." I replied.

"How did you get him to like you so much?" he asked.

"Oh, Mr. Hamond. You're not the only guy that can't stay away from me."

His jaw clenched but then he put on a forced smile.

"You do realize we're talking about a 7 year old?" he asks me.

"I swear I'm not a pedophile. Anyways, email me the time and place. I'll come. I have to go. Bye!" I waved as I walked back to our car. The girl had texted me to meet up in the parking lot.

As soon as we got home, I dived into my bed. I wish I could go straight to bed, but shower awaits me.

Straight out of shower, I walked into the kitchen with my robe. Everyone was fast asleep. This was the perfect time for a midnight snack.

Suddenly, the doorbell rings. I drop my cookie.

Who the hell is that in this fucking hour?!

And whoever it is will pay for my cookie!