Michael
Aisha has been silent since last night and she barely glances my way. I feel like what I did yesterday was stupid. I've never been the impulsive type but when I saw them together and I saw red. I was livid to say the least. I couldn't reign in my emotions anymore at that point. The tension between us was so thick that even Nate felt uncomfortable talking around us.
We were currently heading for the lobby to check out since we were done. Her hair was down in loose waves and she had sunshades on her make up free face. Her expression behind the shades was hard, stoic, unreadable. She was stunning as always but I didn't want to risk been at the receiving end of her anger. I guess she's the passive aggressive type when she gets mad.
We were done and about to move out, byt the voice that called out set my spine straight and i stopped dead in my tracks.
"MICHAEL J. DONOVAN!!!" she screamed.
I kept my eyes shot tight muttering a silent prayer that this was a nightmare.