CHAPTER 84: TRUSTING HIM

NATASHA

If my eyes could kill, I have already murdered Michael. He's sitting there right in front of me, catching the glare I'm throwing at him.

As he slices his steak, the knife moves with a deliberate slowness, almost seductive in its precision.

"That's not going to work on me," I told him, crushing his balls and deflating his imagination that he will make my temper ease.

"I'm not doing anything," denying the fact that he had been trying to show off since he made me ride with him, Michael took his wine and sipped it, not taking his eyes off of me.

Rolling my eyes, I can't bear the tension between us.

"If you're upset about Winona's visit, remember Dominic? He sent her to deliver a drive for me," he began, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions within me.

Mentally making comments, I didn't know that I'm already punishing the steak on my plate that didn't do anything to me.

"And if you want to hear the whole story, and to feed your suspicions, yes, Winona was one of the women I had back