"You don't have the right to do that," I yelled at him.
"I think I do." Michael raised an eyebrow at me and said arrogantly, "Besides, I'm the only person in the world who has the right to do anything to you because I'm your mate."
"You're not my mate yet," I blurted out.
Michael looked at me dangerously. I knew it was a warning.
What I said just now undoubtedly questioned his authority. It was like one had invaded the territory of a beast. Now that he was offended and threatened, he was about to bare his teeth at me. I should have stopped when things were good.
I lowered my head to look at my jeans. Michael had torn off the button on them. It seemed very interesting now. At least, it was much more interesting than the man who was about to get angry.
"Cecily." Michael was calling my name. I continued focusing on my jeans. They were a little baggy, but they still held on to my crotch. I thought I should change them when I went out.
