Chapter Two

"Hey, good morning", was the first thing I heard coming out or more like stumbling out from my new home. I looked at the idiot I may or may not still had a grudge on and grumbled "good morning." How can someone sound and look good this early morning? Not fair, I tell ya.

I started tying my shoelaces hoping if I ignore him long enough he'd disappear you know. Now, I know you are wondering what the heck is happening. I will humour you. I am going on a habitual early morning run, yes I know, who does that? Me obviously.

Why? You ask. No, I am not a stay-fit kind of person, far as in Earth-to-the-Sun far, I mean, I would rather still be in a rather warm embrace with my love.... Ehm, my bed, you know.

Thing is, I actually do this to wake up especially considering how late I slept last night unpacking, and how I would like to get some work done today too. And yes, I don't drink coffee like every other 'normal' person. It makes me high, hehehe, I mean drowsy. See, I need my run.

Another reason also is that I am a fashion designer, no, not Gucci. Am still upcoming, I don't even think I am even worthy to be called that, but no one needs to know that, I am all bluff and fake confidence but hey, the industry is already very tough, you need all the confidence you can get, fake or not.

Moving on, I also have to stay fit because I am my own model first. Yes, I can barely afford those exotic looking mannequins lest a real life model so I have to keep those muscles and right places toned and fit.

God knows am the sweetest tooth out there. Cake, chocolate, sweet. I thank Him that I am not a whale yet.

Hey, maybe I should ask Miss. I look like a supermodel Myra. Who knows maybe she is one and I will hire her...... Nah, just kidding.

I can't even afford her shadow and then she is more likely to go on Instagram and post a picture of her in my dress with a caption along the lines of 'I look like a potato (twin goals), like never get Ivory to design your clothes, like ever #worstdesignerever #fashionslander #thisisridiculous #fashionpolice...........' You get the picture.

Now back to Mason? Or James? I don't know, I need to clear my head and soon. I nearly swallowed my tongue when I got a proper look at him.

He was wearing one of those like really tight white tank tops showing off the muscles I had already memorized. Shoot, did I say memor....what? Erase that in your head. ASAP.

My eyes trailed down his torso to the bright lemon green track pants. Shucks, he can even rock neon pink with that bod. Okay, going back on track and he is also sporting a pair of running what!?

To where?!

Nah Buddy, I hope you just came back from your run. Yeah at 4:00am, because he probably woke up at 2, my subconscious is probably rolling her eyes hard. I am already thinking like a zombie, I need that run, NOW.

I stood up and started warming up, ignoring the doofus.

"You going for a run too?" Nah, am going skydiving. I guess am not the only one that gets dumb this early. Thank God for that.

"You know your way around?" He curiously asked. Ugh, okay, not that dumb. I just got here yesterday, so unless am going run with some form of GPS, there is a great chance am gonna get lost.

"I will lead the way." And he started heading the way to the back. I followed.

"Hey, am sorry about yesterday, I was a total asshole." Already called it on that one, honey.

"Aren't you gonna say something?" He said after awhile of no reply. Aren't we a little bit talkative this morning? 'Are....."

"Okay, fine apology accepted." After a little while, "I just figured you wouldn't want to shake my hands if you knew the places it'd been, I didn't mean to come off as rude." He stated and I could make out a smirk from his profile.

"Whatever....." Wait, what does he mean, places it'd been? Oh my gosh, I wanna puke and I don't even want my wicker basket anymore and I loved mine.

"TMI!"

"I just figured that I tell you why." He glanced at me briefly with that stupid smirk still on.

"Are you apologizing on behalf your girl too, by the way, where is she? Isn't she meant to be running off those carbs or whatever they call it?"

A muscle ticked in his jaw, "she is not my girl." Oh boy. "She is just a fuck buddy, and to answer your question, she is back in New Haven." Oh, touched a nerve there.

"Does she know that she is just your frick frack buddy?"

"Who uses the word frick frack in this modern age? Its just fuck, say it."

"Fu...shia... fu..nny.. Nah." He bursted out laughing. How come he wasn't even breaking a sweat and I was already panting.

"You know, you are adorable." Awkward. Yeah, me with my fro halfway out of the bun I packed it in and some strands sticking to my face, my very sweaty face.

"And to answer you, yes. I don't do relationships, and her, she's too busy. She is a supermodel, she models for Victoria's secret."

Oh my gosh, I totally called it. Victoria's secret, wow. Just wow. I am in awe, I don't even care she was a biatch yesterday. "She an angel?"

"No, not yet anyway." He increased his pace.

He slowed down a little bit, "Ivory, is it?"

"Yes...."

"Tasty treats by the way, thanks and nice meeting you." He extended his hand, I extended mine. His big warm hand swallowed up mine, sending electric currents up mine.

"You are welcome and same here, Mason."

A muscle ticked, "Jason."

"Oh, Jason." He released my fingers and actually started running, leaving me trying to keep up.

Well, watching his butt might be all the motivation I need for this morning jogging thingie after all.