Chapter 35 : Dinner by Candlelight

*Shelby*

“That son of a bitch,” Michael cursed and released my hands, standing up and walking toward the balcony. My hands feel empty and cold without his touch.

“Who?” I asked Michael as he retreated, opening the door and walking outside. I stood, intent on following him when he didn’t answer my question.

I slowly made my way out to the balcony, somewhat awestruck. I'd never been inside any home as nice as this.

The balcony was huge and had a fantastic view of the New York skyline. The buildings in the distance illuminated the night sky like grounded stars. It would have been beautiful had it not been for the tense conversation we were having.

Michael took a seat on an outdoor sectional in front of a fire pit contained in the coffee table. The things money could buy never ceased to amaze me.

I took a seat next to him and looked at him expectantly, but when he still did not answer my question, I pressed further.