Maybe, just maybe thinking before you open that big fucking mouth of yours would actually get you somewhere instead of getting scolded by your boyfriend. You could practically taste the tension radiating off of him, his jaw tensing as he glared at you with the most narrowed eyes known to mankind.

"Think being a brat in front of my entire company is funny, hm?"

You couldn't help the way your eyes immediately rolled into the back of your head, groaning dramatically as he got on you for what felt like the 100th time. In your defense, he would've killed somebody with his bare hands if they were batting their eyelashes at you the way that whore was acting towards him, her three dollar Shein press-ons gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear. That fucking set it off.

"You want me all to yourself, pulling some shit like that and thinking I won't fuck you over this kitchen counter?" His tone left no room for back talk, stepping closer to you, one foot in front of the other just until he reached your eye level. It was only when you shrugged shamelessly, a stupid fucking grin on your face as you pressed a chaste kiss to his unresponsive lips, did he let out a laugh-like scoff.

"Mm. You wanna push my buttons.. I see." He was quick to hook a finger under your chin, his free hand resting tensely behind his back.