Book 3: Chapter 22

Sasha smiled and shook her head when she heard his question, “no, I wasn’t.”

“But your face look puffy,” Michael insisted and walked up to her, he caressed her face, “what is it?”

“Michael really, it’s nothing, I’m okay,” she smiled.

Michael shrugged and placed his briefcase on the bed, “Hannah and Chris are making dinner,” he chuckled, “that’s if you will include him.”

“Oh please, he is going to cook like his father.”

“Now that will be good, don’t you think?” He looked at her before unbuttoning his shirt.

Sasha cleared her throat as she wondered on how to phrase her next question, “Michael I have been meaning to ask you,” she paused, waiting to see his reaction.

“Go on,” was all Michael said, pulling his shirt out of his arms.

“Did… did you really… you know, did you really bought shares in Craig’s company?”

Michael looked at her sharply, his hands pausing on unbuckling his belt, “you are still meeting him?”

Seeing the look