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People are still enjoying meals in the seating area, but soon enough they'll clear out to make way for the rowdier crowd who are here to get drunk and dance. "So... not many options, huh?" I ask, raising my brows. "Should we can this idea?" "Not a chance," Hannah says with a smile. "This is going to be the best entertainment I've had in a while." Her sleek red hair is shaved at the temple and stops at her jawline in a blunt cut. She's wearing jeans with a green sleeveless top that shows off the colourful tattoos adorning both arms. Millie's decked out tonight in a royal blue dress with her blonde hair in a big, bouncy ponytail. "I can't wait to see you in action," she says.

Charleston hung up as he cursed and tossed the phone at the edge of the bed. He lay down still thinking of Hannah. He reached for the remote to the television and turned it on. Current breaking news, Hannah’s whereabouts are currently in the Castle with the Queen. They interacted and she looked graceful. He smirked as there were comments about Hannah who was claiming to be his mate. But it was immediately blocked and there’s a recent comment that they shouldn’t say such things since Hannah is hacking all of their accounts.

"She's old and unattractive herself. Why not be self-aware?" "Oh, I heard another piece of information. About Freddy. I don't know who he is, but David is using him to bait Jack. He said that Jack wouldn't like it if someone invaded his wife's privacy by illegally hacking into it," Hugh added. Nathan nudged Hugh's leg to stop their conversation because the taxi driver had been watching them from the rearview mirror.

WARNING!!! (Mature Content Ahead Read At Your Own Risk) 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”

The temperature inside the room gradually rose, and Hannah felt her heart beating a little faster. When the clothes were taken off, she took a slight breath and said, "It's cold." Kendall pulled the nearby blanket over the two of them. Inside the blanket, Hannah suddenly felt hot again. Half an hour later. Hannah looked at the hickey on her shoulder and asked, "What did you do?" What's the point of doing this? Kendall glanced at her shoulder, and the dark red hickey looked particularly vibrant on her fair and smooth skin. His eyes darkened, and his Adam's apple rolled, "Couldn't hold back."

Hannah's lips twisted into a sly smile. She then cackled and said, "Henry, wake up! Come to your senses! Gabriella's a bitch. She's even worse than a whore!" Henry unknowingly clenched his fists as the vein on his forehead pounded. He had never hit any woman, but Hannah was really testing his limits. While suppressing his fury, he asked, "What else do you know?" Hannah fished out a photograph from her clothes and placed it on the table. She pushed it forward and said, "Look for yourself. You'll understand."

"Yes, of course. I have rich ones too, in case you prefer the expensive dicks." "Why aren't you with them?" "Because they are not my soulmates," Hannah smirked. "Then, I shall free myself and indulge in a fleshly desire for one." Katherine nodded. "But that won't stop me from killing that witch one day." she added. "You're welcome to try. I will bring the gasoline if you want to burn the witch alive too." Hannah suggested, as she continued to laugh. While the two were busy joking around, Hannah's phone suddenly began to ring.

I have an issue with beer for brunch, I guess, but at least I have something to do with my hands, which is better than slapping stupid faces of bimbo girls. Hannah Hootersville is here now, running her fingers all over Mick’s chest as she talks softly to him and smiles like a dingbat. I can’t take any more of it. Ten seconds and I’m ready to snap. “Are you blind?” I ask her leaning over and saying it loud enough so that Mick and Colin can hear too.

Hannah said frustratedly and once she looked back at the dressing room door, Fatima walked outside while wearing a red fitted dress that compliments her figure. Hannah's eyes widened and her mouth agape. "Oh my- Why is she hotter than me?" she thought immediately while looking at her sister. She clapped her hands and pointed at her sister. "That's the dress!" After Fatima picked her dress, Hannah started picking her dress and found a black dress that fits her body perfectly. She's a model, even if she wore something ugly, she'll be able to make it look like it's made by the best dress designer in the country.

It would be over my dead body. When I slammed the door to our quarters, Vivian was sitting cross-legged on the couch, scrolling on her phone. She looked up, her sharp eyes immediately locking onto mine. The corner of her mouth lifted in a smirk that told me she already knew. She always had someone feeding her news these days. “So,” she said, her voice saccharine and edged with venom, “Hannah finally showed her true colors, huh?” She set her phone down, leaning back like a cat about to pounce. “I told you she was just playing you, but you never listened.”