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Chapter_24
Sadie’s heart skipped a beat as Micah’s sharp gaze bore into hers, his words dripping with a teasing yet dangerous edge. She could barely process the rush of emotions surging through her—relief, guilt, anxiety, and even a bit of embarrassment. Her mind raced, but she couldn’t find the right words to speak. She had been so desperate to make things right, but now that he was standing before her, alive and unscathed, she wasn’t sure what to do next.
“I…” She stammered, still caught in the grip of the moment. Micah’s hand on her chin was firm, but not unkind. It was a strange mix of control and tenderness, and it unsettled her in ways she couldn’t explain.
“You thought I was dead?” His voice was low and calm, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. “What’s with all the frantic messages, Sadie? You really thought you could get rid of me that easily?”
Sadie felt a rush of shame. “I… I didn’t mean to…” She glanced down at her feet, embarrassed by her earlier actions—messaging him in desperation, thinking the worst of him, all because she couldn’t control her greed.
Micah’s fingers loosened around her chin, but he didn’t release her entirely. Instead, he leaned in closer, his breath brushing against her ear. “You’re a mess, Sadie,” he murmured, his voice laced with a quiet amusement. “But don’t worry. I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”
Sadie blinked, her confusion deepening. She had assumed that, after everything, Micah would be angry with her. But his demeanor wasn’t what she expected at all. Was he teasing her? Or was he just indifferent to her apology?
“I—” She started, but Micah held up a hand, stopping her.
“You don’t need to explain yourself. I’ve already seen your little stunt with those women,” he said, his gaze flicking to the wreckage of the booth, where the women had been sprawled out in disarray. His lips curled slightly, as if he found the chaos amusing. “Though I must say, you have a very peculiar way of trying to make things right.”
Sadie could barely hold herself together, her cold worsening with each passing second. She had no idea what Micah was thinking, but at that moment, she just wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.
“What do you want from me?” she asked, her voice small.
Micah’s eyes softened for a brief moment, and he let out a small sigh. “I’m not here for your apology, Sadie. But I will make sure you learn from your mistakes.”
Before she could respond, Micah’s gaze turned hard again, as if the vulnerability she’d seen was just a fleeting glimpse of something he didn’t want to show. “Next time, don’t make assumptions about me. I don’t take kindly to being treated like a commodity. You’re lucky I’m not making you pay for what you did.”
Sadie swallowed, realizing how close she had come to losing everything. How foolish she had been. “I understand,” she said quietly, her words barely above a whisper.
Micah nodded once, his expression unreadable. “Good.” He glanced around the club, making sure the scene had calmed down. “Now, let’s get out of here. We’ll talk more later.”
As he led her through the club, her mind swirled with uncertainty, guilt, and a sense of relief. What had she gotten herself into? And where did she stand with Micah now?
Her thoughts were interrupted when he stopped and turned to face her once more, his deep-set eyes locking onto hers. “Sadie,” he said, his tone no longer teasing but serious, “If you think you can buy your way out of this… you’re wrong.”
She nodded, finally understanding the weight of her actions. The life she’d imagined for herself, one built on manipulation and shortcuts, was unraveling. The consequences of her greed were far more complicated than she’d anticipated.
