Chapter Twenty Seven - Rage
Michael
I hit the bag with all the force I could muster, causing it to swing on its chain and come back at me. I’d been holed up in my exercise studio, working the punching bag for almost an hour. Sweat was pouring off my face and down my body, dripping down to leave salty stains on the mats under my feet. Still, I couldn’t calm the rage that was burning in my blood.
He left.
William f*****g walked away from me. From ME?!
Who the hell did he think he was anyway, looking down his self-righteous nose at me like he was some kind of angel?
Well, he did look the part, didn’t he? Those sky-blue eyes and that god-damned golden hair? His perfect, smiling face shimmered in my mind. All he needed was to sprout some white wings and he'd be complete. I
