CHAPTER 19
MIAMaybe it was all the stress getting to me or the rumors or work. But after hearing his work colleagues talk as if I were some f**k toy to Michael, I felt like s**t. I’d tried to not let it get to me, but as I walked through the crowd of people, I had seen those looks. Some from the older females, giving me nasty stares. Some from the guys—both old and young—ogling me.
Michael placed his hand on my lower back and guided me down the sidewalk toward the parking garage. “What happened?” he urged again when I didn’t respond the first time.
“Nothing,” I said, placing a hand on my stomach. “I just don’t feel too good. That wine made my stomach hurt.” It wasn’t a lie. I couldn’t finish the glass like usual. I just … it was disgusting for some reason tonight.
He grimaced like he d
