NICHOLAS’s POV.
As soon as he ends the call, I fling my phone on the couch and ball my hands into a fist. How dare he talk to me in that manner? Does he know who I am?
The more I think about it, the more angry I get. How dare he? So now Michelle thinks she can speak to me as she wants because her little boyfriend is acting like a boss?
I am quite sure he doesn’t know who I am and that’s why he must think that I am on the same level with him.
Oh, how I will hold him and tear him into a million pieces.
I pick up my phone to call her again but I decide against it, I really do not want to hear his annoying voice again.
The opening of my door jolts me out of my train of thoughts and I see Pete and Winston walk into my study.
“Master” they both bow lightly.
“I don’t remember calling for
