“Look at me when I talk to you, Rebecca,” Michael said, his tone oozing with anger.I kept staring outside the window, afraid that if I looked at him, I'd break down in front of him. I didn't want to be vulnerable in front of any man ever again. Adam had thought me a great lesson.“Can you just talk to me?" Michael asked again. "Does your silence mean you think of me that way? You really think I'm that kind of man?"“What do you want me to say to you, Michael? Do you want an apology?” I asked calmly, too calm for the anger I felt inside.“You can keep your apology for now, when I eventually demand it, you'll be reciting it to me slowly. He countered, his eyes fixed on mine. "Right now, I need to know why you believed that after everything I said to you that night, I’d leave you on my bed and immediately go have sex with another woman. Do I look like a gigolo, manwhore or whatever the hell you people call it this days?"He was beginning to swear a lot this days. And he'd make a high ra
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