Chapter 18

• They got home, and Michael parked the car, got down, and walked into the house. Sasha sighed as she watched him; of course, he was only putting on front for his parents, did I think he actually cared? Like he is gonna change in a minute, she thought before getting down from the car too. She went up the stairs to their room to see him undressing. She walked to her dressing table and dropped her purse before turning to face him; he already has his shirt unbuttoned. “I’m sorry...I’m sorry for walking into your closet and taking something from it without your permission. I will have the dress washed and returned just the way I saw it.”
• Michael snorted as he removed his shirt before reaching for his singlet; he pulled that off too and feasting his well-built body to her eyes —to which she gulped— he asked, “return it just the way you saw it. How do you think that is possible?”
• “It’s possible; I will just have it washed.”