Riek's POV
He's dressed in a white T-shirt, long sleeve and black trousers, like a gentleman who is preparing to go somewhere important. I tilt my head to the other side, I don't want to look at him. He walks briskly up to me as I sit on the bed, stopping a few inches from me. I feel his deep scent overwhelm me.
"Riek , get ready. We're going out on a date?" He barks.
"I don't wanna go to any place, not in the mood to go out. I'm not interested." I mutter with a frown on my face.
"It's a command, you have no excuse! Look here, I'm the boss here and you do whatever I ask you to do. Is that clear?"
"You are not my boss, let me tell you that." I respond with a low voice augmented with firmness. I smirk, then look away. What makes him think he's my boss? I smirk again at his f
