CHAPTER 30: WOMAN-IN-CHARGE

MICHAEL

"Why are you still here?"

I found myself sprawled out on her bed, engrossed in a book I found from her drawer. My hands were tucked under my head, serving as a makeshift pillow, legs lazily crossed, and, frankly, stark naked.

"And where on earth are your clothes?" She inquired, her tone laced with surprise and a hint of annoyance as she stepped into her apartment.

It was mid-afternoon, signaling the end of her work shift.

Damn clock must have been malfunctioning because it felt like I had been waiting an eternity rather than a mere four hours.

Upon leaving the diner, I was disappointed by her continuous avoidance. She didn't even spare me a single word.

She can be sweet, she can be seductive, and, damn, she can be cold as fuck.

If I weren't so smitten with her, I would've asked for a divorce by now.

"My clothes are outside, drying in the sun," I replied, lifting my leg and playfully wiggling my toes at her. "Since I forgot to bring extra clothes, I have no choice but to wait u