Jeffery's boss is a bully and a jerk, finding every opportunity to humiliate him at work. One afternoon, the bullying follows him home…straight to his beautiful wife!

Excerpt 1:
The Charger door opened and before the driver could even get out, Jefferey rushed over to explain the circumstances.
"Oh, hey there! Thanks for stopping but we are all good, we are actually gonna get a – "
His breath caught in his throat.
"Holy fucking shit," Brady started, breaking into a smile as he stepped out of his car. "If it isn't Captain Bitch Boy himself, wow! What are the chances!"
"Hello, Brady," Jefferey said, curtly.
"Engine trouble, or just a flat?" He furrowed his eyebrows.
"Just…a tire, look, Brady, we are fine and- "
"We?" He asked.
"Yeah, we, Brady. My wife is in the car."
Brady turned his head and investigated the passenger seat. Rebecca was looking at them now, and she smiled and waved at Brady. He returned in kind.
"Hold on a second, Bitch boy, I'm confused. I need to get this straight. You got a flat tire, and your wife is stranded and…you can't change a fucking tire?"
"Well, no, there is a spare…I just, look Brady you can- "
"Who's this, honey?" Rebecca interrupted as she stepped out of the car.
"I'm Brady, sweet thing," Brady said, gliding past Jefferey to introduce himself to his wife. He took her outstretched hand and put his wet, fat lips on the back of it. "Pleasure to meet you," he winked.
Rebecca blushed and pushed the hair from her face.
"Jeff here said you got a spare, so I'm gonna change your tire," Brady said, calling Jefferey by his real name for the first time in months.
"Oh, you are? Really?" Rebecca's face lit up. "That's so nice! That's so great! Thank you so much!"
"It's no problem, really."
They both looked back at me, and for an instant I felt a wave of nausea overtake me. It passed as quickly as it came.
"Fetch me the tire, Jeff?" Brady said.
Rebecca and Jeff waited a few feet away, watching Brady change the tire in the hot sun. He had removed his shirt to avoid getting oil and dirt on it, and his biceps and chest glistened with sweat as he worked. Jefferey double checked Rebecca's eyes several times and even though she had enough respect to try and hide it, she was doing a terrible job of not staring.
"He's nice," Rebecca said, just out of earshot of Brady as she watched him work.
"Ha, think again," I said.
"What do you mean?"
"That's him…that's THE Brady. My boss, the fucking bully."
"No way!" she said.
"Yes way."
Rebecca stared at Brady for a while, watching him wipe the sweat from his brow before he shook the tire loose from the frame and replaced it with the spare.
"I just can't believe it, Jeff. He's so nice, and he's helping us! Are you sure he isn't just playing rough with you? I know how sensitive you can be!"
"We can talk about this later," Jefferey said, growing frustrated with the entire situation.
"All done!" Brady said, lowering the car back down on the jack. He stood up straight and massaged a hand into his lower back. You could see his abs soaked with sweat and streaks of perspiration running from his armpits down his sides.
"Thank you again, Brady, you are too kind!" Rebecca said.
"Oh, it's no problem. Happy to help. After all, we can't just leave a pretty little thing like you alone on the roadside, can we?" He winked at me. Rebecca giggled.
"I feel bad you had to get so…sweaty and dirty, we're close by…you should come clean up at our place and have a drink. Let us thank you for your help!" Lyndsey said.
"Oh, well…sure, I don't see why not. That ok with you bitch…Jefferey?" Brady asked, catching himself.