After I left the room, I saw him sitting in the same spot without moving a bit from his place. His eyes were so red and when I looked at them, I got that it was not out of guilt but anger.
"What are you doing here, still?" I questioned him without caring about his anger.
"Maya, don't forget you are at my place, and this isn't your place to order me around. Don't test my patience or you won't love the output," he tried to warn, which I ignored completely.
"Test your patience. You are no one to me, Mr. Michael. "So it would be better if you walked out of here," I sneered. When he heard my words, he looked at me with a closed fist. As he clenched his jaw. Standing from his place, he walked towards me and I took a step back. We took steps ahead and back. I stopped when my back touched the wall. He smirked and closed the distance between us. Holding my chin with his two fingers, he said,
