“Fuck!” “What?" Brian tossed what he was looking at on the counter. “It’s an Armani catalog” Justin stated, confused. “Look at the address label, you twat” “Mrs. Justin Taylor” he read, unsuccessfully stifling a laugh. Brian stared at Justin, not amused. “You think this is funny?” “What! I called to buy a subscription for my partner. It’s not my fault they assumed you were a woman! And anyway, now you know how it feels, being called "Mrs.!” Brian smacked Justin on the ass. “You’re gonna pay for this, Sunshine” “Ooh, I’ve been a bad boy, punish me "Mrs. Justin Taylor!”