A Date with Bruce

Bella

“I don't want to see him, Mary,” I tried to sound as impolite as possible, just so she would understand how serious I was.

“Tell him that I don't want to see him,” I added, maintaining a stern expression that I didn't even know I had.

I needed to show him that I wasn't some piece of property he had bought at the dollar store.

“Bu— but, ma'am,” Mary stammered. Her smile had disappeared for the first time.

“You heard me, Mary! I'm not interested in whatever he has to say tonight. I'll see him tomorrow.”

“Please…He said it's urgent.”

“Mary! Do you still want your job? I'm not going to see him and that's final. Let him know that— he's not my master, nor am I his slave. I am his wife and I can choose not to come.”

I had run out of breath as soon as I had finished my impromptu epistle.

“Okay, ma'am. I'll go let him know now.”

“Good. Ensure to shut the door behind you properly.” —Not like she's ever left it unclosed.

I wondered how Xander was going to react when he got the