Michael was already home by the time I returned. He flashed me an unhappy look for coming home late and asked, “What took you so long? You finished work hours ago.”
“Why don’t you go ask your girlfriend?”
Emma’s repeated harassments left me in a bad mood and even seeing Michael annoyed me greatly.
“Huh? What did Emma do to you?”
Michael frowned slightly in shock as he didn’t expect us to know each other.
“What do you think? Of course she tried to threaten me into leaving you!”
I had been constantly threatened ever since I got into this relationship with Michael, and it was really getting on my nerves.
What annoyed me the most was how Emma kept picking a fight with me even though I never did anything to her. If she really wants to be with Michael that badly, she should be persuading him to break it off with me instead! What’s the point of coming to me again and again?
Michael went silent after hearing what I said. Judging by how his expression had turned grim, I figured he didn’t like what Emma did either as he hated others interfering in his affairs.
However, him being quiet angered me just as much. Emma only threatened me because of him, so he should at least say something about it.
“Mr. Shaw, you’re the one who refused to end this relationship with me, so I hope your little girlfriend will stop harassing me because of it. I’m just trying to do my job and earn a living here.”
Emma’s threat to expose my relationship with Michael to everyone in the office left me somewhat concerned as I wouldn’t be able to continue working there if that happened.
Michael frowned at me in response and said coldly, “I hate it when women unrelated to me meddle in my affairs. Don’t worry, Anna, I’ll take care of this!”
I felt a lot more relieved after hearing that. Emma isn’t afraid of me, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t afraid of Michael. There’s no way she’d dare anger a guy she’s trying to be with!
Michael headed over to the balcony with his phone in hand while I prepared dinner in the kitchen. He was emanating an icy-cold aura all over, and I could tell he was furious after our conversation earlier.
Unable to help my curiosity, I strained my ears to eavesdrop on their conversation.
“Emma, don’t you think you’re crossing the line here? How dare you meddle in my personal affairs?”
Of course, I could only hear what Michael said from where I stood.
“Listen, this is just an arrangement made by our families. I am not interested in you at all, got it? Don’t let me catch you meddling in my personal affairs ever again, or there’ll be hell to pay!”
Michael had always been a very cold person and never held back toward people he didn’t like, even if that person was his gorgeous girlfriend.
Watching Emma’s threats and vicious attitude disappear completely as she submitted to Michael’s nasty outburst had me feeling incredibly satisfied.
Michael hung up the phone after dropping a couple more warnings and returned to the living room with a cold look on his face.
“Michael, aren’t you afraid of angering Emma by talking to her like that? She is still your girlfriend, after all…” I spoke up eventually after staring at him in silence for quite a while.
I couldn’t bring myself to understand why Michael wouldn’t deny her being his girlfriend if he didn’t like her at all.
He claims it’s an arrangement that his family made, but… Given how domineering and stubborn Michael is, I doubt anyone would be able to force him into anything!
“Do you think I give a damn what she feels? You mean a lot more to me than she does!”
Although Michael said that to emphasize how little Emma mattered to him, I couldn’t help but shudder at the last sentence he said and found myself staring blankly at him from behind.
Do I really matter to him? Even just a little?
After what seemed like forever, I regained my composure and was about to say something to him, but held my tongue in the end. No, it’s probably just wishful thinking on my part… I mean, Michael caring about me? Pfft…
That night, I couldn’t seem to fall asleep no matter how much I tossed and turned in bed. My mind was all over the place, and I had a lot of questions that I dreaded getting disappointing answers for.
Right as I was going crazy from my thoughts, Michael turned around to face me and began running his hand all over my body.
His eyes were closed, but I could tell exactly what he wanted to do.
I used to wear pajamas to bed every night, but that habit changed ever since I got into a relationship with Michael. He insisted that I sleep in the nude every night as he found it troublesome to take my clothes off every time he felt like having sex.
Having no mood for sex at all, I frowned in annoyance as he fondled my breasts with those huge hands of his. Regardless, I knew how passionate Michael was about intercourse and didn’t want to anger him by rejecting his advances.
I wasn’t sure where he got his moves from, but he always had a way of getting me aroused even when I didn’t feel like having sex.
That was probably why I could never escape his clutches whenever he wanted to do it.
