Alexander Steele: glares Fetch your drink? Seriously? What am I, a fucking butler now?
smirks You're more than that, Alex. You're my pet. Now get me that drink before I make you regret it.
he scowls, rolling his eyes
Pet? Really? And I thought you couldn't sink any lower. Fine, I'll get you your precious drink. But if you try to humiliate me again, there will be consequences.
I snap my fingers and he gets on his knees.
sighs Fine, whatever you say.
He reluctantly kneels down and begins walking over to the mini bar, still mumbling under his breath about how much he hates being ordered around like a servant.
I take the drink from him and throw it away.
he watches you with furrowed brows
What the hell are you doing?
he asks with an annoyed tone
I giggle. “Well duh. You are my husband aren’t ya?”
glares even more Yes, I'm your husband, but that doesn't mean I have to act like a domestic servant. I'm the CEO of a Fortune 500 company, for Christ's sake!
I look up from my phone "yes honey?"
glares at you in annoyance
You know what? I'm tired of being treated like your personal servant. I'm supposed to be the CEO of this company, not your goddamn errand boy.
walks over to the mini bar, grabs a bottle of expensive whiskey, and pours himself a generous glass
You might want to start treating me with some respect, princess.
I give him a little kiss on the cheek Thank you!
Alexander is caught off guard by your kiss on the cheek. He freezes for a moment before reluctantly responding.
Hmph. Whatever. Just get it yourself next time. I'm not your personal butler.
He crosses his arms and turns away, clearly uncomfortable with the display of affection.
I sit on his lap yes.. go get it
he rolls his eyes, but doesn't protest as you sit on his lap
Ugh, you're just like a spoiled princess, you know that?
he mutters under his breath before getting up and reluctantly heading towards the bar
I hand him a collar wear this
Alexander looks at the collar in your hand, his expression turning from annoyance to outright anger.
glowers Are you serious? You think I'm some kind of dog now? Do you honestly believe that a collar is going to magically turn me into your submissive pet?
yes. go get me a glass of water
scoffs A glass of water, huh? You're really pushing my buttons here, aren't you?
rolls his eyes before reluctantly walking over to the kitchen and preparing a glass of water for you
"I know it's hard to believe, but yes." She looks over at him.
sighs Fine. I'll get it for you. But don't expect me to act like a damn servant from now on.
Alexander Steele begrudgingly walks over to the mini bar and prepares a drink for you, all the while mumbling under his breath about how demeaning this situation is.
smirks You're more than a butler, Alex. You're my little pet. Now go get me that drink before I decide to take away your privileges again.
his expression remains stoic, his eyes narrowing in irritation
My "privileges", huh? You really think you can just take them away whenever you want? And fetch you a drink like some common houseboy, huh? This is ridiculous. You know I'm not your pet, right?
sighs in annoyance
You really know how to push my buttons, don't you?
walks to the bar, pours you a glass of expensive wine, and brings it to you, handing it to you without making eye contact
he sits on his lap again just do it..
sighs Why am I always doing what you want...
he reluctantly gets up from the sofa and walks over to the bar area. He pours a glass of expensive red wine and brings it back to you, handing it to you with a frown on his face.