Set up

She was trying to leave when he held her hand.

"Stay with me because you are all I need." He said and pulled her into the bed.

"Stop it, you are sick." Bella said, staring into his beautiful brown eyes.

"I need you here with me." Daniel said as he wrapped his hand around her, then put his head on her shoulder, and they both cuddled themselves to sleep.

Mrs. Darlington slowly opened the door and saw the both of them sleeping. She smiled and switched off the lights in the room and shut the door.

Xavier was breathing continuously as he ran to Amber with the camera in his hand.

"I managed to take the camera from him." Xavier said, panting. Amber sighed in relief and took the camera from him, scrutinizing it.

"Did he give you the camera?" Amber inquired with a straight face.

"He just threw it on the floor and I took it." Xavier replied.

"Goddamnit!" Amber exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Xavier asked bluntly as he stood on his feet.

"He has removed the battery and also the memory card." Amber replied.

"No, he didn't." Xavier said and took the camera from her.

"Shit!!" he exclaimed.

"That paparazzi is gone. Now, what do we do? I think we should split up. I need to have dinner and go home." Amber declared, walking into the restaurant.

"Hmm." Xavier paused and stood back. He wanted to go after her but decided to respect her decision.

"I will come back for you." He whispered. He got into his car and drove off.

Amber settled down in the restaurant and ordered some pepperoni pizza and chicken wings. She started eating roughly, trying to forget.

The next day.

Mason was having a severe headache, he slowly opened his eyes and looked around the room.

"I am naked. What is this place? where am I?" He muttered he couldn't remember a thing and there was no one in bed with him.

He touched his manhood. It felt like he had jacked off, but he couldn't remember a thing. 

"Was I raped? But by whom? Elsa wouldn't do something like that." He whined and got up from the bed. He closed his eyes, trying to remember what happened, but he couldn't.

"Arrgh, I need to talk to Elsa." He groaned and picked up his jeans from the floor and put his leg in the jeans. He looked around for his shorts but he couldn't find them.

He put his hand in his jeans pocket and brought out his phone to call Elsa, but his phone was already dead.

He shoved it back into his pocket and took his shirt from the bed and put it on. It reeked of alcohol.

Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door.

He walked over to the door and opened it. His gaze landed on the bartender.

"Your time is up, sir. You will have to go home." The bartender said Mason was irritated at how rude he was and that he couldn't greet him.