Chapter 59 WOUNDED.

MICHELLE's P O V

‘‘What the fucking hell are you doing?’’ The steely blue eyes of Devon glared at me, and his terse voice slammed into me like a punch in the gut.

I was unable to move from where I was standing; my entire body had the sensation of being numbed, and I shook with panic. It was the very first time that he had ever yelled at me, and he gave the impression that he was going to murder me.

As my gaze traveled down his torso, I became aware that he wasn't actually naked at that point. He was wearing his boxer shorts.

‘‘Goddammit! Go and get me another cup of coffee. You are so clumsy! Get the fuck out of here!’’ he waved his hand dismissing me, and I was so stunned and sickened, I repeated what he said.

‘‘Y-yes sir… I’ll get you another coffee…’’ I fumbled through the sentence. ‘‘I am so sorry for being so clumsy and stupid...’’

The sob that started to well up in my throat, however, I managed to stifle.