9: Loosing control

*Hadley*

We have just finished filming for the day and I walk up to the porch, seeing Logan is there. He appears to be chatting with Masha, who is laughing in that seductive way, her hand resting on his arm. A new heat shooting through me, like biting into a too hot chili, something burning and harsh.

“Maybe you should focus on your job and remove my makeup”. I can’t hold it in, knowing I sound like a right bitch as I sit down.

I notice how Logan looks slightly worried and Masha rolls her eyes. “Of course sweetie, I’ll be right there”.

“Are you okay bubbles ?” Logan looks at me.

I am not sure why, I just feel so annoyed now and I kinda snap at him. “Fine ... don’t you have anything better to do than hanging around here ?”

“I guess so”. I can hear the hurt in his voice so I look the other way. I would not handle seeing hurt in his eyes too.

Masha starts cleaning my face, not really being gentle about it, but at least she is smart enough to keep her mouth shut.

I feel it eating