#Chapter33

Michael was brought back to present by a sharp pain in between his fingers, he snapped open his eyes and threw away the cigarette that has burned him. He lit another one and took a long drag before puffing it into the air, this memory will hunt him forever that, he already know because a part of him has already reacted with the thoughts alone. He sighed and buried himself in the smoke that soon enveloped his office.

Coming home late in the night, Michael parked his car and got down, he walked into his house but only to see Sasha sleeping on the couch, remembering how she took...