This chapter is dedicated to SemefeneJennifer3♥️
MASON'S POV
This is what I get when I try to help someone. I get insulted with the one thing I'm supposed to be bad at. Don't get me wrong I know she's really upset with the whole kiss thing but that doesn't mean she has the right to say stuff like that.
Is that what she thinks of me? A dumb, arrogant guy. Why do I even care what she thinks? She can think whatever she bloody wants.
I cringe at the sight of her very drunk self dancing with the green eyed football guy, I think he's name's Nathan or is it Noel, Noah whatever his name is they're awfully close to each other moving to the rhythm of the music.
I watch her from across the dancefloor where I had been with Bridget, barb...Something, man I'm bad with names, who had been talking my ears off about what colour of nail polish complimented her skin more. I make sure not to gawk at Emma like the rest of all the other guys did, as they  shamelessly watch her ground her body against him with no care in the world. I got to say I'm a little surprised she could dance like that.
"Hey Mason!" I flinch from Br... Bree, that's her name, unmistakable high-pitched voice. I snap my head towards her, the mere sight of her annoys the hell out of me. She doesn't wait for my response, launching herself on my lap and wrapping her hands around my neck. Doesn't this girl know when to quit?
"I thought about it and realised we shouldn't fight over mere things especially when it concerns her" she fires a disgusted look at Emma. My fingers involuntarily twitch itching to push her off my lap but I ignore it, I was done helping or defending her.
"Do it! Do it! Do it!" I hear chanting and tilt my head towards the dancefloor, Bree also adjusts her position to get a better view. I sight Emma on a table laughing hysterically as she teased the guys who watched her.
"Is it hot in here? I feel like it is" she questions, chin in hand as she thinks about it.
"What do y'all think? Is it hot or is it just me?" She asks a small michievious smirk appears on the side of her lips.
"You're definitely hot and I wasn't talking about temperature!" One of the guys yells making them all laugh, except Emma who responds by giggling. Giggling seriously?
"Well I think it's hot and I'm talking about temperature wise, so this_" she removes her jacket holding it up with a finger "Goes bye bye" she concludes tossing it to another guy who catches it with little stress, taking a long sniff. Yeah not weird at all.
"Geez why is it still so hot in here?!" She cries fanning herself with her hands.
"I guess I'll have to lose the dress" she says reaching for her dress.
"Emma!! Emma!!" They all start chanting again, this encourages more giggles from her as she moves the side part of her dress higher and higher, just when she's gets to the not so public part she lets it drop receiving frustrated groans from all angles making her giggle even more.
"One more try"she says and starts raising her dress again agonisingly slow this time.  Drunk Emma is definitely a tease, although her signature determined look I've gotten accustomed to isn't in place, I still don't want to take any chances.
   Groaning I get up cautiously, aware of Bree being on my lap not wanting her to fall if I got up too fast. What? I'm a gentleman most times. My walk towards her is short-lived when my phone vibrates in my hands, I look at the caller ID and strings of profanities escape my mouth. What does he want now? Knowing only someone with a death wish would ignore a call from Shawn West, I give her one last look and go out through the front.
"You want something?" I say tone sharp not bothering with pleasantries.
"Good Evening to you too son" he says sarcastically tone matching mine.
"I'm busy right now, can I call you later?" I ask already losing my patience.
"I want to believe by 'Busy' you mean, practicing your basketball?" he fires not really asking a question.
"Everyday sir" I say through gritted teeth.
"I trust you're also eating healthy, I've made it clear, no crappy food. You need to be fit if you want to play pro like you always wanted." He says in his usual demanding voice.
"You mean like you always wanted me to" I mutter under my breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing." I snap already tired of the conversation I've had like a million times already, eat healthy, practice until you almost have a heart attack bla bla bla. He ignores my little stunt and continues.
"I'm sure you must have forgotten like you always do_" oh I didn't forget, I let out a groan yet again already knowing where this was going.
"_But the annual valentine party is in three days, all of the board members and investors will of course be present and I want them to see that the future CEO is concerned about the company's affairs."
"might be CEO not.." I attempt to correct but he cuts me off. As always.
"I have had about enough of this foolishness, you will  take over after me and most definitely be at that dinner unfailingly. I will see to it that the details are sent to Raymond" he says, tone laced with finality, well that wraps that up.
"Anything else you'd like to dictate about my life" I could literally hear his patience thinning over the phone, trust me the feeling is very mutual.
"Bring a girl with you, that's apparently the only thing you've done right since the start of these functions so don't disappoint. Remember she must meet standards." By standards he means be extremely rich, prim, proper and heart painfully boring.
"How can I ever forget when I have you constantly reminding me?" I roll my eyes ending the call and heading back to the party. Before moving to my seat I look around but don't see her. Where has that crazed girl gone to now? I stare longingly at my comfortable chair and then at the opposite direction still contemplating whether to let her be or to go look for her. The sight of Bree making her way back to my seat immediately quickens my decision making, crazed girl it is!
"Mason!" Curse my luck, maybe if I just keep walking she'll get the hint and finally leave me alone. That in my mind I ignore Bree's call and make for the steps.
"Hey man, have you seen a girl in a red dress?" I ask the only person I've seen who isn't puking within a ten meter radius although he still has a bottle in hand.
"About this height and this crazy" I explain trying to demonstrate with my hands. Normally I'd call her name but I'm sure he wouldn't know her, she has almost always been invisible to most people.
"Emma, have you seen her?" I ask after realising how stupid I sounded, after all the stunts her very drunk self has pulled tonight, I don't think there'll be anyone who wouldn't know her.
"Oh Emma!! Norman_" Norman that was his name, i was so close pfft, Nathan? Who am I kidding? "_ he has her upstairs, the girl is so wasted I think she might pass out anytime now that I might even get a turn when he's done with her." he laughs drinking directly from the bottle.
"Where is she?" I growl grabbing him by the shirt, his eyes widen a bit as his hands reach to release my grip only making me hold tighter.
"Where the hell is she!?" I yell.
"I don't know, I..i sw... ear" he stutters clearly afraid making me scrunch my nose in disgust. I show hope he doesn't wet himself or worse throw up on me judging by how drunk he looks, the only thing more disgusting to me than wetting yourself is puking. I shove him to the wall as a warning not to lie to me.
"I.... I swear, all I know is th....at he to...ok her upstairs and she w.....as almost knocked out." Shooting him a disgusted look I let him go and speed up the stairs.
"Mason I've been looking everywhere for you!"
"Not now Bree!" I snap making her flinch, my expression automatically softens a little, I've got a soft spot for treating girls properly thanks to ten years of etiquette  with Madame Cecilia. A shiver travels through me at the horrible memory of her strict and boring classes. Although I slip up intentionally most of the time I know snapping at a girl isn't okay.
"Look Bree I'm kinda in the middle of something so not now" I say calmly trying to cover up my irritation as much as possible. The change in tone seem to encourage as she launches towards me.
"No i've been a naughty girl, forgive me? I'll make it up to you" her voice instead of husky and seductive as intended sounded strained. Shrugging her off, I run off peeping through doors in search of Emma with Bree trailing behind. How could I have let myself be distracted? After three failed attempts I open the last of the bedroom door. My hands immediately tightens around the door knob at the sight in front of me. Emma is laid on the bed unconscious in nothing but her underwear, I avert my eyes from her to Norman who is pressed atop her not yet aware of my presence. Bree finally reaches me having covered up the distance I had given her from running here why she struggled in her heels. She audibly gasps at the sight in front of her and grabs her phone taking pictures. I ignore her momentarily and yank him away from her.
"What the hell dude? Wh....." He starts to say but is stopped by my ice glare. Not wasting time, i land several punches on his stupid face. I only stop when Bree drags me away from his bloody face.
"Are you seriously beating him up because of this slut?" She questions glaring at Emma. I shove her out of the way but not too hard and move to Emma. Wiggling out of my jacket, I wrap It around her and throw her over my shoulders. Her long locks falls back tickling the lower part of my back where it had touched.
I make my way past knocked out teens narrowly escaping been thrown up on twice, must be my lucky day. I press my car keys opening my car after the car had sounded signalling that it had been unlocked. After securing her on the passenger seat and fastening her seatbelt i shut the door and get in through my side.
Where do I take her now? I have no idea where her phone is or where she lives even. I turn on the car deciding to take her to my house not knowing where else to go.
Pulling into the driveway, i park the car and go round to help her out. She makes no sign of getting up anytime soon so i pick her up again this time bridal style. Opening the door I get in and start climbing up the stairs. Seeing no one in sight, that's weird, where are they? I feel her shift her head a little showing that she must be waking up but I ignore and keep walking knowing she'd pass out again anytime soon.
"Shit!" I yell almost dropping her as she throws up all over my shirt.
"So close" I mutter to myself struggling with a gag as I look down at my shirt and at her who lost consciousness immediately after puking. Little crazy puke machine I groan accompanied by a string of curses. The idea of placing her on the bed clearly put on hold, I instead take her to the bathroom knowing she'd need to be cleaned up. I drop her in the bathtub and reach for my phone leaving the bathroom. I dail his number and he picks after the first ring.
"Raymond" I say in greeting.
"Yes sir?" His says in a tone he had perfected over the years.
"Where are you?" I say not bothering to correct him as he called me sir it was clear he wasn't ever going to stop.
"With Susan. We went on a walk but we'll be back in five minutes tops" he says, I can hear him whispering to Susan to walk quicker. I've known the couple most of my life. They're like my second parents, only Raymond isn't a control freak like someone I happen to share DNA with. Raymond acts majorly as my PA although he's paid to multitask. He helps sort out my paperwork which is basically documents dad sends over to me that I never go through, he also sorts out my schedule, yes I've got a schedule. Deal with it. While Susan his wife does the cleaning, cooking and basically everything I don't know how to or in this case shouldn't do.
"Alright, please hurry up. I need Susan ASAP"
I pleaded and hung up the phone. Few minutes later they arrive and make their way to me, Raymond goes back down to get an ice pack for my knuckles while I lead Susan to Emma asking her to clean her up. Thankfully she just nods not asking any questions. When she reaches for the jacket I had wrapped around Emma earlier I see that as my cue to leave.
I walk into my bedroom freshly showered and dressed in a shirt and comfy shorts. I had to use Raymond and Susan's bathroom because the puking machine was been cleaned up in mine. Raising my head I sight Susan trying to drag a passed out Emma from the bathroom, she's now clothed in nothing but my T-shirt which Susan must have picked out for her. It isn't the most decent choice although it did cover all the parts it needed to due to our immense height difference, it's definitely better than how she had looked earlier.
"Let me" I say relieving Susan by picking Emma up bridal style and gently placing her on the bed. I step back to allow Susan tuck her in. Now done, she turns her focus back to me.
"You can sleep in our bedroom sir, I'll prepare the couch downstairs for Raymond and I" she states.
"It's alright, I'll sleep on the couch here, you guys sleep in your bedroom."
"But sir...." She starts to argue but I silence her with a reassuring smile. Nodding she goes to my bed and picks a pillow.
"It's fine Susan I'll do it, you should get some sleep." I state more of an order than a request she nods curtly and leaves closing the door behind her. I open a drawer where extra blankets are kept and pick two up, laying one on the couch. I place my pillow on the headrest and move to the bedside to turn off the lamp. She turns my direction and I jerk back not taking any chances, with how much she had to drink i wouldn't be surprised if she throws up again. I knock down the lamp in the process, watching as it shatters.
I groan in frustration glaring at her as she slept looking so peaceful in my bed while I had to suffer on the couch. All I wanted was to go to a party but yet here I am cleaning up after her, a very drunk puking machine who let's not forget stills owes me an apology.
"What have you gotten yourself into Mason?" I hiss as I bend down to pick up the broken pieces thanks to the automatic backup bulb.

(A:N): so here it is the special treat, Mason's POV.🤩🤩🤩 I had to write it cos I wanted you guys to know what happened to her while she was drunk and unconscious.
Tell me what you think about it, if the  responses are good, I might write some more chapters on Mason's POV. Until then, bye lovelies . Don't forget to vote and share.😘😘♥️