JANE

Mason sniffs and growl.

“Bloody hell, Hannah!”

I grown in confusion, as to why she is in Mason’s room?

“Mason lifts himself off me and covers me with a blanket, then turns to Hannah.

She is on a red lingerie, red heels and red lipstick, a smoky eye shadow which makes her look like a witch and a stripper.

“Hannah’s eyes roams his upper naked body and I bite my tongue to contain the anger building up in me”

She walks forward and leans closer to Mason, she runs her fingers through his hair and flashes him a flritirous smile.

“I’ve been watching the show, but I didn’t enjoy...