You are not worthy...
Those three words were like a loud slap, harshly striking across her face.
Fiona Grantham lowered her head and chuckled softly; she knew it would end up like this.
What is so good about that bitch Bella Green anyway?
Why does everyone like her?
"Mason, do you really think Bella Green is so innocent? It's just that her tactics are more cunning than mine."
Fiona murmured. Without waiting for Mason Bennett to speak, she lunged into his arms, hugging him tightly.
"Mason, how do you know I'm not as good as Bella Green if you haven't tried? What she can do, I can do too, even better. Mason, take me."
The woman spoke urgently, her nightgown barely hanging on.
She raised her hand, trying to tug at Mason's bath towel.
She couldn't believe he had no reaction.
As her soft body pressed against him, Mason's rage flared, as if about to become tangible and lash out at her.
The man suddenly raised his hand, gripping Fiona's neck and pushing her away.
