Hunger Strike

JAYSON'S POV (CONTINUED)

"Next Month." I say with a gasp, I'm so going to die of hunger.

She smirks and says, "Too bad, rich folks like you don't know how to make their own meals."

"Oh, you think, well I'll show you." I reply with a playful frown and she raises her eyebrows at me, and that's when I come to my senses.

Oh God! What did I just say? Instead of begging her to cook something or at least assist me, I decided to prove to her I can do something, I know and she also knows too, that I can't.

Surprisingly, she stands up and walks towards me and I curse inwardly and ask, "Can you at least help me a little?"

"No, I can't, I'm sorry."

Still deciding to try my luck I become demanding, "Please, just help me out."

She looks at me, arms akimbo and starts talking sarcastically again, "Oh, come on, are you scared. You scared of the gas cooker, the pot, the spoon, the plate? huh?"

Coming forward and placing her hands on my shoulders, she pushes me forward into the kitchen and positions m