Mason

You always knew that dating Mason would be a challenge. He's a race car driver: handsome, rich, charismatic, always the center of attention. The man you got was the dream of hundreds of girls - and your fear. On the track, he was unbeatable, and off it, he was mobbed. You were jealous everywhere except at home, where he belonged only to you. Today was race day again. You sat in the stands, your heart pounding in time with the engine, but you had no doubt that Mason would win. And he did. But you hated what happened next: the fans, the girls, the screams, the outstretched hands. You made your way to him, snatched his helmet and said firmly:

• Let's go home. He just smiled: "What about the fans? How to celebrate?" Of course, there was a party in the club. The crowd, the music, the girls, their looks at him - and your anger. You sat in the corner, detached, until it was all over. In the car he glanced at you:
• Honey, what happened? You responded sharply:
• Nothing! Everything is great. Only some girls were groping my boyfriend! He froze, then grinned, leaned closer and said with a gleam in his eyes:
• Are you… jealous?