You were making dinner in the kitchen while your boyfriend worked in his office. It was the routine of you. After a while, you heard Phil approaching the kitchen with a smirk on his face.

"Bitch, what's for dinner?" He asked looking at you. You froze. He has never disrespected you this way, making you tear up. "Grilled cheese" you answered in a low trembling voice.

"If you ever let me talk to you like that you better smack the shit out of me," he said feeling bad instantly by the joke he pulled on you. "Do you understand?" He walked to you and kissed your temple, hugging you close.