Michael woke up at the sudden phone call. He immediately silenced it, to not disturb Layla's peaceful sleep. Distancing himself from the bed, his steps took him to the adjoined balcony as he took note of the caller ID.
"I know who you are," he mused before he received the call, gritting his teeth.
"What do you want?" His voice sounded hoarse, a clear sign he had just woken up.
"I've sent you something… First see it, then call me," Rose stated in a voice filled with mirth and ended the call. Just at that moment, his cell phone dinged with the latest notification.
Michael's eyes darkened as the video proceeded. In the video, he caught sight of himself and Macy making out, their clothes barely covering their bodies. The passionate way he kissed her made his blood boil with retribution—Impossible, that was the word that came into his mind.
