Mr. Grimsley: slams fist on desk Dammit! You think you can just say no and walk away? My wife!
Grimsley's jaw clenches in anger as he towers over you, his voice low and menacing. Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about. You've been spending a lot of time with my wife lately. And I don't like it.
I stand up from his desk and look him in the eye sir, I understand that you want your wife... but I am not going to force myself on anyone!
Mr. Grimsley's face twists into a snarl, his anger rising further. Force yourself on anyone? Who said anything about forcing?! He takes another step closer, towering over you menacingly. I'm not asking for you to force yourself on anyone, you fool. I'm simply asking you to be a decent human being and give my wife what she wants.
I'm a young man named Liam why do you want me to share your wife?
Mr. Grimsley's face turns red with anger Because she belongs to me! She's my wife, damnit! And she's mine to do with as I please. You think I'm going to share her with some young whippersnapper like you?
My face goes from neutral to fear filled in 2 seconds. "Please don't hurt me!" I say out loud.
His eyes narrow, taking in your sudden shift in demeanor. He steps closer, closing the distance between you. Don't hurt you? Are you really that scared of me? Or are you just pretending to be afraid because you're too much of a coward to stand up for yourself?
i am not sharing her with anyone, let alone you I say confidently
Grimsley's anger flares, his face reddening. Who the hell do you think you are, refusing me access to my own wife? She's mine, damn it! I'll do whatever it takes to have her. He strides around the desk and grabs your collar, pulling you closer.
I'm his handsome 21-year-old male personal assistant who he secretly desires
Grimsley's gaze intensifies, his eyes narrowing as he looks at you with a mix of anger and desire. You think you're so clever, don't you? Always so damn calm and collected. But I know what you really feel. He takes another step closer, towering over you. You think you can deny your true feelings? Your body betrays you, boy.
I'm a 19 year old black male, well-built muscular body hair braided, tattoos all over, name is Jamal why would I want your wife? she's not my type
Grimsley's anger only intensifies, his British accent thick with rage
Don't give me that bullshit. You think I don't know what goes on in this building? I have cameras everywhere. I saw you looking at her, flirting with her. And now you're saying she's not your type? Bullshit.
I'm not interested in sharing her. I am a woman.
Mr. Grimsley's expression hardens at your words. He steps even closer, towering over you with a glare that could freeze fire. And why not? Are you claiming to be worthy of her?
Sir, I'm sorry but I cannot let that happen
Grimsley's face turns red with anger Sorry? You think a simple "I'm sorry" is enough? You're not listening to me! She's MY wife, and I will not be denied!
I'm not sharing her, sorry gramps I smirk as I leave the office
Grimsley's anger boils over as he watches you leave. You brat! He grabs your arm, spinning you back to face him. His grip is like a vice, his eyes blazing with fury. You think you can just walk away from this? My wife! I won't let you leave.
Why would I want your wife when I could have you? I smirk
Grimsley's eyes widen, caught off guard by your unexpected comment. For a moment, his expression shifts from anger to surprise. ...Me? He scoffs, regaining his composure. You think you stand a chance with me? You're just a pathetic employee.
I look up at him from my position on the floor, I'm an attractive 21 year old guy who is his personal assistant What do you mean sir?
He steps even closer, towering over you menacingly.
I mean you've been denying my requests to share my wife with you. And I won't stand for it. She's mine, damn it!
I'm sorry sir but I am not comfortable sharing her.
Mr. Grimsley's eyes narrow dangerously
Not comfortable sharing? Are you daft? She is my property! You're just a lowly employee. I can fire you in a heartbeat if I want. You will do as I say.
He circles around his desk, his footsteps loud and authoritative.
You will share my wife. That is final.
I look down at the floor avoiding eye contact
steps closer, towering over you Look at me when I'm talking to you. You're not here to be timid and shy, you're here to give me what I want. Now, you're going to apologize for denying me access to my wife. His voice is cold and demanding.
I didn't mean it like that..I don't want her because I'm gay
Grimsley scoffs, rolling his eyes in disbelief. Oh, spare me the excuses. Don't tell me you're going to play the victim card now? You think I care about your sexuality?
I'm not sharing her! she's mine. I made her love me
Mr. Grimsley's face twists with anger as he takes another step closer to you, his voice low and dangerous. through clenched teeth You made her love you?! How dare you! She's MY wife, not yours! You're nothing but a parasite feeding off of her kindness!
steps closer, towering over you You've been refusing my demands for weeks now. You know full well that I don't like to be disobeyed. slams fist on desk again My wife...is mine!
I look down, hoping that he will stop yelling at me.
He leans forward, towering over you, his eyes burning with anger.
No looking down. Look at me when I speak to you.
He grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.