You were having a bad day. Correction, you were having a bad week.

There was some bot you and Anthony had been working on, a deadline being set for 3 days from now, and the two of you were not making any progress. Anything that could go wrong was seeming to go wrong, and it was completely fucking with your mood. You and Anthony had never been more frustrated.

And you were bringing the frustration home with you. And you were pissy. You were trying to hold it in by just being quiet. You couldn't be a bitch at home if you stayed silent.

But sometimes you couldn't hold in the faces you made. The stank face you'd make when someone said something, the eye roll when someone did something stupid.

You were in your bedroom with James, the man having said something, which you responded to with an eye roll, turning to walk away.

But he stuck his arm out, looping his index finger through the heart pendant, tugging on it, causing the chain to tighten around your throat as he tugged you closer as if it were a leash, his brows furrowed as he looked down at you, his face firm.

"You need to drop the attitude, sweetheart."