Chapter 93

Charisse shot up from her seat, eyes full of alarm as she stared at him. What the hell was Michael doing at Clayton's party? Did they know each other? Michael strolled over slowly, a smirk tugging at his lips, and sat down beside her like he owned the place. Charisse quickly moved around the table toward the door, only to find it locked tight. She twisted the handle frantically, but it didn't budge. Michael chuckled behind her. "Save your strength. That door's not opening." Her stomach dropped. No way, could it be— As if reading her mind, Michael grinned smugly. "Clayton offered you up to me. You didn't know?" Charisse's fingers clenched; her heart was pounding like crazy. Still, she steadied her voice. "No chance. I'm his fiancée." Michael laughed like she'd just cracked a joke. "Fiancée? You think that means anything to a guy like him? You're kidding yourself. Clayton's never been short on women. Lose you? He can replace you in a heartbeat." After wiping the tears of laughter from hi