Better Than You

Arik's lips pursed as he accepted my brassiere. He seemed confused for a moment.

"You bitch. You really don't know how to be ashamed of your actions, do you? Right in front of me?" Hannah's behavior was so angry that I looked at her.

"What's your problem? My bag is really small, see?" I raised my bag in front of her. "Arik doesn't want me to wear a bra because he prefers that I don't wear anything. What's wrong with that? We're together and we have a daughter." I declared and stared at her even more.

She looked at me more and more as if at any moment she wanted to hurt me. She's lucid. She knows what she's doing and what she's saying now, especially what she said to Arik because she knows I'm listening to their conversation.

"How can you say you're better than me when I'm sure he won't fuck you because he considers you a sister?" I asked her.

She seemed to be shocked by what I said because there were traces of anger on her face. She's clenching her fist. She