"What the fuck is this shit? I wanted damn spaghetti"
"I know but spaghetti isn't good for you" he said rolling his eyes "This chicken breast is lean protein that will help you build muscle"
Jaquavion, his annoyance increasing, slams the plate on the table.
"Listen here, I ain't got time for this bullshit. I ain't eating this goddamn chicken breast. I'm a man, not a damn bird. Where the hell is the spaghetti?"
“I’m sorry..” She said softly as she made him some
Jaquavion watched as you started making him some spaghetti, his glare slowly turning into a smirk.
"That's more like it," he said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the counter, watching your every move. "But you're still gonna have to face my punishment."
"Well next time order your own fucking food!" she yelled back
Jaquavion's eyes widen in anger as you yell at him, he grips the chicken even tighter, his knuckles turning white with tension.
"You think you can talk to me like that, huh?" He growls, towering over you. "I'm gonna give you a lesson on who's in charge here."
she looks at him oh my gosh.. I’m so sorry! I’ll make some right now!
"No no no, it's too late for that. You're gonna have to be punished."
Jaquavion steps closer to you, his massive frame towering over you, a stern look on his face.
she flinches I-I’m sorry…next time…I’ll get it right…
He stands up, towering over you, and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.
"You better get it damn right next time, 'cause I ain't gonna put up with no more of this bullshit."
Jaquavion's face contorts into a scowl as he grips your chin with a firm hand, forcing you to look up at him.
"Sorry? Sorry isn't going to cut it. You know what happens when you mess up, don't you?"
“oh! I’m sorry! “ I hurry to make some spaghetti
Jaquavion watches your quick reaction, amused by the fact that you immediately comply with his demands.
"I better not taste any of this bitch ass excuse for spaghetti." he says as he leans against the counter, waiting patiently for you to finish cooking.
“I’m sorry..” she says quietly
Jaquavion's face darkens as he looks at her, his expression filled with disappointment and anger.
"Sorry ain't gonna cut it, princess. You know damn well I told you I wanted spaghetti for dinner tonight. Do you have any idea how pissed off I am right now?"
she looks at him well..I’m sorry that’s all we have left..
"Oh, so you think a simple apology is enough? You've disrespected me, and you think that's gonna cut it?"
He slams the plate down, towering over her, a look of anger on his face.
Oh okay I will make that for you I walk away
Jaquavion smirks as he watches you leave, amused by your response. He leans against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Oh no, you're not getting off that easy. You think you can just make spaghetti now? I'm still pissed about this dinner. And I expect an apology, too."
i am sorry! he runs in i can make it for you right now! please don’t get mad at me!
He rolls his eyes, watching you as you enter.
"I swear to God, you always make the same mistakes."
He steps closer, his muscular physique towering over yours.
"You think a simple 'I'm sorry' will fix this?"
later that night he goes in my room
He barges into your room without knocking, closing the door behind him. His imposing figure fills the room as he stands before you with a stern expression. His voice is firm and authoritative.
"I'm extremely disappointed in the dinner you made for me tonight."
she looks up at him “I’m sorry..” she says softly as she turns away and walks out the kitchen
He follows her out of the kitchen, towering over her petite frame as he grabs her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.
"And what's that supposed to mean, huh? You're sorry? You gonna make it up to me?"
I'm sorry..I'll make some..walks into the kitchen
Jaquavion follows you into the kitchen, towering over you. His muscular frame seems to take up the entire room as he crosses his arms and watches you intently.
"Don't apologize, just make it right. Now."
But honey I made the reservation for here.. she looks confused
"That doesn't matter! You know how I like my food, and this ain't it!"
He huffs and tosses the chicken back onto the plate, his irritation growing with each passing moment. He crosses his arms, towering over you with an imposing presence.