Nathalia POV
“I thought YOU are going to drive me to my therapy? Then why do you have a driver?” I asked loudly to Jerry before we can go inside the car. I was confused to see a driver opening the door.
“Well, if we have gone earlier then I would have driven the car. But we are almost late for your session. We won’t make it if I still have to park the car down the basement.” Jerry said in reply to my questions.
I knew he was trying to control himself by saying that it was my fault and that I move too slow. But I won’t let him have his way. He was supposed to be my slave, so he has to do whatever I say.
“I won’t ride with you then. It’s either you drive or not.” I had my arms crossed in front of me. The driver must be feeling awkward to be there as I saw him gulp.
Jerry stood there tak
