Michaela’s POV.
Ok, so I have two options here.
Option one: Lose my s**t and burn it to the ground or.
Option two: Listen to reason and let Marco explain.
What to do? What to do?
“Why are you calling my father?” I ask because I chose option two, but there is potential for option one to come into play.
“I don’t want to lie to you, and I need you to remain calm and collected. Can you do that?” He asks as he eyes me suspiciously. Like I’m a bomb ready to detonate. So I do the grown-up thing and nod my head.
“Considering you don’t want to lie to me and will tell me the truth, yes, I can remain calm and collected. So what’s up?” I ask as I sit up and cross my legs and wave him forward. Ok being an adult like this feels good.
I’m not always nasty. I can be nice too.
With a sigh, Marc
