Jason's POV,
"Make me food."
She got up and nodded, already walking towards the kitchen.
Frustrated, I grabbed her wrist, and pulled her back down on the couch.
"Why are you going?"
She stared at me blankly.
"It's f*****g midnight for God's sake! You woke up and got down when I told you and now you were going make food just because I said so. You are tired out of your f*****g mind!" I bellowed.
She frowned. Isn't that what you asked? I am just going what you told me to.
"You don't have to do everything I say, Mi. You have your own mind, don't you?"
She frowned further. Then shook her head.
Flabbergasted, I gaped at her. "You are f*****g stupid!"
Naomi's face fell at that and she looked down, her hands joined behind her back.
A sign of submission.
"Look," I got up and went in
