I stood in the doorway, my arms crossed as I glared at Michael. "I'm sleeping in the bed," I firmly, trying not to let him get under my skin. Michael smirked, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "No way, I'm the groom," he replied, his voice dripping with amusement. I raised an eyebrow. "This is ridiculous. We're adults. We can share a bed," I suggested, trying to reason with him. But Michael just shook his head. "You think I'm sharing a bed with you? We're pretending to be married, not actually married." I tried to sneak up on Michael, pillow in hand, and gently push him out of the room. But as I made contact, he spun around, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "What's your problem?" he asked, his voice low and irritated. “You can’t sleep here,” I added, ignoring his already agitated face. “You work for me, you know, and you must act like a worker!” he snapped. Before I could react, he grabbed the pillow and pushed me back into the room. I stumbled, my anger rising, a
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