CHAPTER 31
MIAAll I felt was anger, rage, and intense pain. I froze and stared up at Michael, whose sultry expression dropped and was replaced with a tense and confused one. Melissa continued laughing downstairs, and I didn’t want to believe what she had said. She was my best friend.
But then I heard Mason saying the same things to her that he used to say to me when we first started dating. And I snapped. I hopped off the couch, snatched my shirt from Michael’s hand, and pulled it over my head.
Before I could even stop myself to think about this rationally, I stormed down the stairs with Michael close behind me. Mason was lying on his back on the couch with Melissa straddling his waist, his hands slipping under her shirt and his gaze fixed on her t**s.
“What the f**k are you doing?!” I
