Michael's wicked nature

  The room seems to be like an office setting with a bed at the corner. Surprisingly, most of his properties were expensive, they looked more expensive than the room itself.

   Three computers were neatly arranged on a brown table in another corner of the room. Funny enough, it seems far from where she had been dancing.

   Michael stood in the middle of the room, shirtless. His hands folded behind him and his signature smile was on his face as he watch Melissa dance tiredly.

   "You don't have to do this, Melissa," Michael said the same phase for the fifth time.

   As usual, Melissa would look at him, sigh, and continue dancing. If it wasn't that she need the money and she had missed his first dance, she would have begged him to dance another day.

   "Melissa, you have stressed yourself so much today" Michael walk to her, he pulled her