“Turn this car around, take me to the manor.” I ordered, vexed in my spirit.
“Ma’am?” Nick creased, slowing down on the expressway.
“Are you by chance deaf, Nick? Turn this damn car around and take me to the f*****g manor right now!! If I have to repeat myself, you’d have more problems to worry about, believe me.” I threatened and Nick wasted no time in adhering to my demands.
Sparks began flying across my mind… not the good or sexy kind of sparks you feel when you fall in love or some stupid bs, the kind you feel when you are absolutely angry and disgusted at everything single thing.
Who the actual f**k does Nathara think she is? Who does she suppose herself to be posting such a thing? When did I become the toy or commodity of the Rutherfords? And of all things, eighteen million do
