Author's point of view...
Nathan Dawis lifted his eyes, his expression cold and mocking. "And who the hell do you think you are? What right do you have to discipline me?" he asked.
"You are nothing but a free loader so be it..."
Ericka gritted. How could someone have a rotten mood even in early mornings. This man before her had the worst temper she had ever seen.
"I'm only trying to help," she thought to herself, not daring to speak out loud,
"because I heard you're weak and sick. God, you are such a jerk!" She lightly bit her lower lip and lowered her gaze.
"Obviously, he's not going to accept any advice from anyone, of course. Why am I even trying?"
Nathan could tell she was secretly cursing him. Leaning back in his chair, his tall frame exuded dominance as he stared at her for a while before saying,
"You know a lot about what to eat and what not to eat, hun?" he added, and Ericka clearly felt a knot in her stomach. He is definitely going to say something that wou
