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 ...