"What's with your face?" Michael asked, barely glancing up from his watch. He was fiddling with the clasp, his brow furrowed in concentration.I wasn't sure if he was playing innocent or just wanted to be yelled at. Earlier, after the whole "victim of hope and blown expectations" incident, I'd forced myself to look presentable, smoothing out the wrinkles between my eyebrows. When I went downstairs, I found him sprawled on the sofa, looking like a billionaire, bossing me around.He was definitely taking this to a whole new level.I'd thought we'd be closer after the amazing moments we shared. I guess I should stop believing we'd be anything more than a cat and a dog."Beauty," I replied, keeping myself from losing it.Michael instructed his chauffeur to stop by the pharmacy first before heading to the restaurant. I had no idea what we were doing at the pharmacy, but then he handed me a small bag."What's this for?""Pills, just in case," he answered, his voice clipped.Morning after pil
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