Lily: The first thing I felt was heat. Not sunlight, not the nice kind of warmth you get after too much Malibu beach sun, but sticky, uncomfortable heat pressing against my skin. Then came the pounding. My head throbbed like someone had dropped a bass speaker inside my skull. I groaned, tried to roll over, but something heavy tugged at me. My eyes cracked open and I froze. This wasn’t my dorm bed. It wasn’t the Malibu guest room either. This was my room back at the beach house. And sitting in the corner, like some dark, brooding statue that refused to blink, was Mason. His hoodie was pulled over his head, elbows resting on his knees, fists hanging between them. He looked like he hadn’t moved all night. His eyes, though when they met mine they looked sharp, awake, almost feral. “You’re awake,” he said. His voice was low, rough, like gravel being dragged across the floor. I licked my lips, throat dry as sandpaper. “What… happened?” Mason stood. In two strides he was at my side
Lily: The first thing I felt was heat. Not sunlight, not the nice kind of warmth you get after too much Malibu beach sun, but sticky, uncomfortable heat pressing against my skin. Then came the pounding. My head throbbed like someone had dropped a bass speaker inside my skull. I groaned, tried to roll over, but something heavy tugged at me. My eyes cracked open and I froze. This wasn’t my dorm bed. It wasn’t the Malibu guest room either. This was my room back at the beach house. And sitting in the corner, like some dark, brooding statue that refused to blink, was Mason. His hoodie was pulled over his head, elbows resting on his knees, fists hanging between them. He looked like he hadn’t moved all night. His eyes, though when they met mine they looked sharp, awake, almost feral. “You’re awake,” he said. His voice was low, rough, like gravel being dragged across the floor. I licked my lips, throat dry as sandpaper. “What… happened?” Mason stood. In two strides he was at my side
Lily: The first thing I felt was heat. Not sunlight, not the nice kind of warmth you get after too much Malibu beach sun, but sticky, uncomfortable heat pressing against my skin. Then came the pounding. My head throbbed like someone had dropped a bass speaker inside my skull. I groaned, tried to roll over, but something heavy tugged at me. My eyes cracked open and I froze. This wasn’t my dorm bed. It wasn’t the Malibu guest room either. This was my room back at the beach house. And sitting in the corner, like some dark, brooding statue that refused to blink, was Mason. His hoodie was pulled over his head, elbows resting on his knees, fists hanging between them. He looked like he hadn’t moved all night. His eyes, though when they met mine they looked sharp, awake, almost feral. “You’re awake,” he said. His voice was low, rough, like gravel being dragged across the floor. I licked my lips, throat dry as sandpaper. “What… happened?” Mason stood. In two strides he was at my side
Mason:I was disgusted by the sight of his sister but him, I wanted to punmeo him to the ground.“What are you still waiting for? I said move.” My voice was sharper this time.The only reason I wasn't pummeling him to the ground was that the tabloid would have a field day if I did.I wasn't trying to cause trouble, especially since I was trying to close a deal before my father got back from his trip with Lily's mom.“There is no need for trouble. I just want to know how you are?” He looked to Lily.Lily who was clearly uncomfortable but could t really say.I wasn't thinking when I pinched him but I wasn't expecting him to touch her either.Chad groaned, blood pooling out of his nose like a water hose.I grabbed Lily's hand and led her to the car, not bothering to wait for Chad to recover.I knew I was going to wake up to that on the tabloid but I didn't give a fuckChad was a dirty bastard and for him to act self righteousness her and now when he almost raped her made my blood boil wi
Lily:I heard Mason’s car pull up in the garage and ran to the window to see if it was him.It was. He was stepping out of the car, carrying a bouquet of roses.A smile spread across my face. The bouquets matched my dress.The dress he had sent to me just three hours earlier.He had sent his assistant, a very beautiful blonde girl.She was very beautiful but there was something about her that pissed me off. I wasn’t particularly sure what it was but it had been a strong feeling.I quickly ran back to my room and began to put on my shoe. It was a strap heel and transparent. Like a glass shoe.I stood up when I was done strapping on my heels and made my way to my mirror. I looked breathtaking in my off the shoulders red gown.I wondered for a second if Mason had been the one to choose the dress or if that assistant of his did.If she was the one, I might just forgive her even though I still wasn’t sure what she had done to me.My hair was swept into a low bun and I wore a pear
Lily:I hummed with a gleeful disposition a tune my father used to sing all the time from an eighties show as I took out the eggs from the fridge.I was making breakfast for Mason since he was going out today for some business meetingI wanted him full for the meeting so he could concentrate.My dad used to make sure I was full before sending me off to school. He said it would help me concentrate more. I didn’t used to take him seriously but when I went to college and had to do everything by myself, I realized just how right he was.It was so weird. I was never one to cook but for him, I didn’t mind at all. It felt natural to me. Hell, it was the first thing I thought about when we woke up. It was surreal. I was never like this with anyone else.A tiny voice in my head commented that it won’t last but I ignored it for now. Nothing was going to bring me down from nirvana.I broke four eggs into a transparent bowl and began to beat it with a whisk. I added spices and proceeded to sli