| michael’s pov |
As soon as the door flew open, I got a hold of his collar, pushing him back inside. I closed the door with my foot, and I didn’t even need to look back at it. All I was looking– glowering– at was Ashton, who looked confused, but I could care less.
“Michael, what the f**k?” He shouted, as I punched the right side of his face. My hand hurt like hell; I just hoped he was hurt even more.
I wanted to land another hit, but I stopped myself. I knew once Belle found out about this, she would beat the living s**t out of me.
“After you punch me, you stay quiet? Yeah, f**k you, too!” Ashton exclaimed, managing to pull my hands away from his shirt. There was a forming bruise at his lip, but that wasn’t enough.
I dragged him to his couch and harshly made him sit down. “Tell me
