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"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Michael dragged her to an empty room and then locked the door while throwing her to the ground.
His angry tone didn't affect her anymore because she wasn't only angry; she was livid. Harlow stood up courageously and blushed off the nonexistent dust. "You wanna know why I'm here?" She mentally applauded herself and kept herself under control as her voice didn't waver once.
Michael stared at her for a second, then turned around, punching the wall with his fist, creating a very deep dent. Well, wasn't he strong? It confused her, his bizarre behaviour, as she didn't say anything to anger him...at least, she didn't think she did.
He sucks a hypocrite, he tells he to control herself, yet he does the opposite himself. 'Ugh! Fucking hypocrite! I hate you!'
"Why did you do?" She asked, staring at his back, which was toned in all the right places. 'Dammit! focus Harlow.'
"Do what?" He replied. Harlow's eyes ro
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