Chapter 150

Meanwhile, on the other end- Cassandra just got hauled out of the bar by Michael. Yep, carried straight to his bachelor pad. In the car, she was surprisingly quiet-made him think she was pretty chill when drunk. But the second they stepped inside? Game over. He immediately realized what a dumb thought that was. Right now, Cassandra had pretty much launched a full-scale destruction mission in his apartment. Wobbly on her feet but still full of chaotic energy. Michael just stood by her side, not trying to stop her from chucking things around-just afraid she'd trip and hurt herself. He had no idea what was going on, but it was obvious-she had some serious stuff to let out. Still... did she really have to take it all out on him? The insults just kept coming. "Michael, you're such a jerk!" "Michael! You're the worst kinda player!" "Michael! You're worse than Delia's trashy husband!" "Michael, I swear, you'll never figure out what I've done for you!" "Michael! You're the ultimate heartless d