“Get out!” I yelled ballistically, pushing down the tray of food placed in front of me. The maids gasped in fear, moving back quickly, avoiding the broken pieces of the plates on the floor.
Rage burned my heart seeing them still standing there. They were clearly terrified but weren't doing what I wanted…which was getting the hell out of my room!
“Didn't you hear me?!” I yelled again.
“If you don't like the food, we can prepare another, Ma'am.” one of them appealed.
“I don't want your stupid, tasteless dinner!”
“Then what do you want?”
“You can't give me what I want.” I scoffed at her silly question. “Can you bring the man I love to me? Can you get him away from that b***h’s grip and bring him here?!”
They exchanged looks thaspelleddly spelled confusion. Of course, they don't unde
