It been two days with Aec , he doesn't go to work and does everything from home. I was tired of hearing orders and just laying home acting the role of a sick patient even though I felt much better
I glared at Ace, my patience wearing thin. "I want to go home," I said, trying to sound firm. I had been stuck in this luxurious prison for days, and I was starting to lose my mind.
Ace didn't even look up from his phone. "You're not going anywhere," he replied, his voice cold and detached.
I felt a surge of frustration. "Why not? I'm fine now. Maxie can take care of me, she can take care of me she's not going to work during weekends" I had been texting my best friend nonstop, and she was getting worried. I didn't understand why Ace was being so stubborn.
I stomped my foot, feeling like a toddler throwing a tantrum. "Ace, please! I'm begging you. Let me go home." I tried to inject a whiny tone into my voice, hoping he'd take pity on me.
