Pain

Miranda's POV

“Michael ?”

I stared at Michael who was standing at the door with a smirk plastered on his face, there was no doubt that he knew exactly who, I thought, was at the door.

I would have said dad, but the person I really wanted was Darren, and I didn’t even care if at all it sounded absurd.

The fact that Michel could enter my house uninvited and with the key had me worried too, it made me feel so uneasy and the look on his face too showed that maybe he wasn’t expecting me here now.

“Should I be worried by that look on your face?” he asked, pulling me out of my reverie, “should I be worried that you had just barged into my house without me opening the door”.

“About that, I am sorry I wasn’t….”

“Expecting me to be here, right? Well, I am here…the question now is what are you doing here, Michael ?” I asked with a frown plastered on my face. I was so damn angry he was the one at the door, and he was at the wrong place at the wrong time currently, he was standing at the rec