#9
“Did you just fucking bite me?”
Lucretia cuts her eyes to the side and raises a brow, “You tried to steal my honey bun.”
“You bit me,” Magnus protests and holds up his injured hand for proof, which only has a small red mark to be any proof. If she keeps him long enough, it’ll be gone and he can’t even get photo evidence, which means.
“You tried to steal my honey bun, which is way worse, Magnus. Trust me.”
He’s still gaping at her, tears brimming in his eyes which brings her back a hundred and so years with the twins grinning at him as they tortured him for whatever reason or pleasure they gained from it. Which, for how much they tortured him, was probably and most definitely a shit ton.
This time, it’s her getting him, which would have definitely made Lup proud, and she definitely feels a twinge of pleasure.
There’s a look in his eye as he tries to put something together, but it’s just overall defeated, hurt, betrayed, and well, hungry. He did really want that honey bun, which, he could go get his own.
Just as he finally grits his teeth at her with a semblance of an idea, she holds up her hand, stopping him in his tracks. She wipers her mouth with a napkin and levels him with a look, “No one will ever believe you Magnus.”
Tears really do spring to his eyes, huh. He still is a sensitive, well, as Lup would put it, bitch. “I’ll go to HR,” he threatens.
“Who do you think runs HR?”
He gasps, “Brad does.”
“Brad is just an ant under my foot. I run everything here.”
“This is a dictatorship.”
“Technically, we’re a corporation, I’m a CEO, but if we’re going the other route. This is a monarchy and I’m the queen here,” and she takes another bite of her honey bun.
“Taako will believe me.”
“Taako doesn’t even listen to you.”
He sighs, “I just wanted a honey bun.”
“Go to Fantasy Costco and get your own.”
The tear rolls down his cheek, “They were discontinued and sold out to shitty Fantasy Sam’s Club."
