Obey him? As if.
I don't care if Ruarc's a f*****g prince. If he treats me like s**t again, I'm going to bash him on the head. I don't bother getting the towels, choosing to admire Massa's kitchen instead. The decor is lovely, and it's not extravagant as I expected it to be. An electronic cooker here, a freezer there, his kitchen is pretty simple. I don't see what he will be doing with the innumerable counters though.
"I knew you wouldn't get the towels", Sia said, walking to me. I smile. "He is not my boss. Is Massa going to be fine?"
"The bruises are nothing he cannot handle."
"Sia, can we talk?"
"We're talking now, aren't we?"
I scowl. "I just need your confirmation on something."
"Okay..."
"Your father paid me a visit and..."
"I know. I'm still trying to figure out why you kep
