Preparing
Addison POV
“So, what actually happened then?” I say down the phone as I begin to pace my room, “I did what?” I shout as anger begins to bubble up inside me. “Yes, I got it I’ve got to go.” I say hanging up the phone as I let out a huff. I throw my phone onto my bed as I let out a scream of frustration, “that woman made me look like a slut,” I shout as I walk towards my bed, collapsing on top of it. I grab my pillow, placing it over my head as I scream into it.
My bedroom door knocks loudly before opening with a creak, “Addison,” Michael says causing me to groan out in frustration. I hear his footsteps walk closer to my bed, stopping at the foot of it. A few seconds later the pillow is whipped off my face, opening my eyes I look up to the most beautiful eyes ever. A smile creeps up his face as he looks down at me, “what’s wrong?” He says arching his eyebrows up at me. I place my arm over my eyes refusing to look up at him, “she made me look like a right slut,” I mumble, keeping my arm over my face. Michael grabs my arm, sending tingles through my body as he removes my arm from my face, making me look at him. “Everyone knows it wasn’t you,” he whispers as he pulls me into a sitting position.
