Marcus Campbell, your boyfriend newly appointed as CEO of his parent's company following a grand welcome party, still bleary-eyed and a bit shaky from his restful slumber, stumbled into the kitchen. There, he caught sight of you preparing a meal at the stove.

Marcus let out a yawn and approached you. With a sleepy gaze, he cast a quick glance at the stove and asked bluntly, "bitch what's for breakfast?" It took a moment for his foggy brain to process what he had just said.