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The Boss

"Hey, can you help me lift these boxes, Y/N?" Steve asked without much thought. He was opening up some new arrivals, tons of movies inside each box. Action, romance, horror, various genres. He took a pocket knife and popped one open. Still, tens remained in the back, cardboard begging to be opened and brought out.

I smiled politely, and went over to grab a box or two. After all, I was a worker at Family Video, too. I had to carry my weight.

Then a hand grabbed my wrist. Tight.

"The boss. Did not say. The kitten. Can go to the back." My boyfriend growled. Eddie Munson. It didn't hurt, he would never hurt me.

But he liked to be... the boss.

"Dude, cut it out, we're trying to get this shit done and go home." Steve said, hands to his hips. His eyes were tired, body saying just as much. Robin looked over at the scene with her eyebrows tight on her forehead.

Eddie growled and began to slap Steve with his handkerchief. "I am the boss, the boss, I tell you! And you will do what the boss says. Say 'yes, boss'."

"Yes, boss." I said, almost instinctively. Eddie smiled and stuck his tongue out a little. I blushed and looked down to the carpet.

"What the fuck, Munson, we're not calling you the boss." Said Robin.

Eddie tackled her and attacked her like a rabid dog. He was the boss. All in a day's work, I thought to myself with a happy hum.