Chapter Twenty — Three
Michael POV
I woke up with a pillow thrown at my face. I jerked awake and blinked open my eyes. Right before, I was struck with another pillow. It fell on my lap. A low growl escaped from my throat.
“Who dared to...”
“What did you do to me?” I heard a sweet and familiar voice scream at me. My eyes found the source of the attack and the loud voice.
Linda stood at the edge of the corner of the bed while panting and seething with rage. Her hair was frizzy and wild. Her hands were clenched on her sides in fists as she threw daggers at me with her eyes. But what surprised me the most was what she was wearing. It was my t — shirt.
I did not want to, but a smirk creeped up on my face at the sight of her in my clothes.
Which was a wrong thing to do because it triggere
