Riley's POV:
My hand clutched the doorknob as I stared wide eyed at the man standing before me.
Michael Gray.
The same man whose check I tore and flung in his face just days ago.
He stood tall, his signature tailored suit hugging every inch of his sculpted frame. A glint of something unreadable flickered in his eyes as they swept over my body, taking in my bare face, messy bun, the oversized sweatshirt I wore like armor which is covering the small hello kitty short I'm wearing.
"I didn't think you would actually come," I murmured, My voice barely steady.
"I figured I owed you something," he replied calmly, raising the small object in his hand. "You dropped this."
I blinked as I looked at my sleek, black cardholder.
I had not even noticed it was missing.
Without waiting for an inv
