My eyes blinked several times as I considered his behavior, and I was perplexed as to why he was enraged by my inquiry. “It's still early, but I think I need to get some fresh air,” I told him as I walked to the door without waiting for his answer.
“Stay put, Cassie, or go to bed!” ” He screamed.
I turned around, my brows furrowed at him. “I’m not your prisoner, Keith,” I responded.
“Of course not, but you have to listen to what I say because I'm your boss.” He insisted, and I shook my head, refusing to listen.
“You're inebriated, Keith. Please go to bed early. You'll feel refreshed and probably less frustrated in the morning.” I mumbled the words, but I was certain he could hear them. “What exactly are you doing? ” I asked as he stood motionless in front of me, not moving his eyes, wh
