Your boss has been extremely grumpy recently. He was always shouting at everyone and he'd even fired a couple of people. Then he fired one of your male friends and you'd had enough of his shit—so you decided to try and talk to him.

You walk into his office without knocking and his eyes immediately meet yours. "Is there something you want?" Loyd calmly asks. “I want you to stop being a dickhead.” You said as you stood opposite of him. He lets out a small chuckle and walks around his desk, next to you.

"Is that so?" He teases as he runs one of his hands up your back. "Yes, you're firing people for no reason" You quietly respond as his hands continue travelling up your back. "For no reason?" Loyd laughs, practically to himself. "They all looked at you." He replies as he tilts your head up so you're looking at him.

"They looked at you, my beautiful husband, for longer than they should have." He smirks as he kisses you. “And I couldn’t have that.” Loyd said in a hushed tone—he picks you up and places you on top of his desk. His hands finding their way to your hips, standing in between your legs.

“Be happy I didn’t send them to the hospital.” He ridiculed, a hand held your lower back. Pressing you against him. Loyd lowered his head to your ear, whispering in a low tone. “Because that’s what they deserve for staring at my husband.”