Maya POV
Anxiety and guilt were overwhelming me. To begin with, I have no idea what I did last night, and to compound matters, I called my boss a monkey in front of everyone. In my head, I called him a monkey several times. Just because he left me for that Liza Lizard last night. All of these thoughts whirled around in my head that day. That's why I said it loudly once I got intoxicated. "All right, there are three punishments for you, but I'll tell you one at a time," Zack said, bringing me back to reality. I vigorously nodded my head, agreeing to his punishment. "You sing very badly, kitten," he murmured as he pulled my hair strands behind my ears closer to him.
"When I'm talking to you, look into my eyes," he says, his grasp tightening around my waist.
He has a habit of bossing me
