*Michael*
I stared at the website in front of me as Shelby waited on the phone for my response. The heading of the article stared back at me in bright red lettering.
“Billionaire Playboy Turns into Billionaire Bad Boy: Michael Astor is an Abusive Boyfriend."
My stomach sank at the picture taking up the entire computer screen after the title of the article. It was a poorly timed photo of me pushing the woman away from me in the bar after she felt up my family jewels.
The photo made it seem as though I was holding this woman's wrists, pushing her across the room. Her face was conveniently turned toward the camera, and there was fear etched in each of her features. I looked at my own face and saw the anger flowing from my eyes. If I was Shelby, I'd be worried if I saw this picture too. It
