Chapter 130

***LONDON'S POV***

I was cleaning my gown when the sound of a door opened and then, I heard the click of the door shut closed.

"We meet again," I say leaning closer to the mirror, my eyes feasting on Michael's body.

He is dressed in a plain suit, with a rose on his suit pocket, and devilish dark eyes.

Michael looks like he lacks sleep. I wonder when last he slept.

"Oh, you knew I would be here?" he asks massaging his wrist.

I turn around, facing him.

"Who do you think plotted this? The stain and then the bathroom?" I ask smiling at him.

At once, Michael rushes to me, pinning me between the sink and his hard chest. His pungent fragrance caused me to waffle my nostrils.

"Who else is here with you? Did I just walk into a fucking trap?" he asks his eyes on alert.

I chuckle. The sound is a bittersweet echo of the female restroom.

Slapping Mike across the chest, I say, "You aren't supposed to be in the ladies restroom,"

"I know. Is this some kind of plan or what?" h