Chapter twenty eight

"A slut? Michael..."

"Don't, say my name" he enunciated each word carefully "I don't want to see you. Get out."

"Michael..."

"Get out!" He shouted.

Sasha shuddered at his voice but she couldn't get herself to take a step, her mind was blurring and the image of how passionate and loving he was last night flashed in her mind, is this the same man? "I..."

Michael suddenly grabbed her wrist and dragged her, he opened the door and dragged her out of the room, he climbed down the stairs while still dragging her behind him, two more stairs, he stopped and pushed her down. Sasha missed a foot and she fell at the foot of the stairs, she had waged her fall with her hand and now it hurts like crazy, more tears pour from her eyes but the pain she feels in her hand cannot amount to the one she feels in her chest.

"Stay away from me what ever your name is" he said to her and turned to walk up the stairs "Sasha" he heard and turned to face her again.

With her head bowed an