“ It’s not hard … “ ( Perfect Opposite, excerpt )

“Are you trying to make me lose it, or am I just imagining it?”,  I looked him fully in the face

“No. I’m waiting for you to ask me nicely.”

“It wouldn’t cross my mind to ask you for anything.”

“You don’t need ask me, exactly, just a few polite words: Alex, would you change the bulb? It’s not hard, trust me.”

I couldn’t believe that Alex, of all people, felt entitled to instruct me about manners. God, he was infuriating. I narrowed my eyes and regarded him carefully, a wicked smile building at the corners of my mouth.

“Alex, honey, would you be so kind as to change the bulb in the chandelier, it would mean such a lot to me?” I asked in the most sugary voice possible.

I watched as a barely noticeable look of satisfaction appeared on his face, and smiled even more. Some men actually lived in the conviction that their word must always be the last.

“And please, while you do that…” I blinked at him like some kind of cartoon, “…be sure and get electrocuted, would you?”

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