Get Used to It, I've Decided So

“Have you gone crazy?! Right now, put me in my place!” I hit his back—but he doesn’t even flinch.

“Quiet,” I hear, and then—THWACK! A solid slap on my butt.

“All right. Now you’ll do whatever I tell you!”

“Why?!” I kick—yet it doesn’t help.

“Because I decided so. Get used to it.”

“You’re dreaming. He doesn’t even know who he’s messed with yet.”

I’m self-sufficient and successful, and I don’t need anyone. Not at all. Even this self-absorbed jerk who shows up again and again.

And why does everybody love him so much?

Rude. Cynical. Self-centered egoist. Who somehow thought he could make me do what he wants. Wrong.

He’s in for a lot of discoveries—sometimes painful. But who said it would be easy?