Jessica's POV
I stand in front of Michael’s door, tapping my fingers impatiently against my thigh. I know he’s home I made sure of that before coming here. A few seconds later, the door swings open, and there he is, standing shirtless with a towel slung over his shoulder. His face twists into a frown the second he sees me.
"What the hell are you doing here, Jessica?" he asks, leaning against the doorframe.
I smirk, stepping forward. "Relax, Michael. I just came to have a word with you."
His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "You left with Stanley yesterday, and now you're here looking for me? What could you possibly want to talk about?"
I push past him into the house, ignoring his groan of frustration. "I need you to do something for me. And if you agree, you’ll get a huge sum of money
