The Art of Hating You
—registered his mind that was seething in hate.
After all, he was the boss. He was the one with the power and control. But Sara did not listen to him, of course, she was ignoring him like he was just something annoying.
Austin turned red, and his jaw tightened from anger. He was seriously not a fan of being disregarded, and especially disregarded by someone he thought would crawl through the floor to please him. He felt a massive surge to put his dominance out there, to let Sara know who the real boss was and let her know that it was not her.