Location- Sky Blossom City, Burger Empire.
"You were trying? You call that trying. You creepy bastard that is not trying, that is sexual harassment." Anna yelled, not believing my excuse about asking her out on a dinner date to make up for forgetting the promised breakfast.
"Sexual harassment! You, of all people, have no right to claim sexual harassment… my mother warned me about dating an entitled princess like you." Hearing Anna speaks about sexual harassment, my blood boiled with rage. After all, I was one of her victims of sexual harassment. Funny, the culprit shoves the blame onto the victim.
"How many times do I have to tell you that what I did is different from what you did? I did it out of feelings for you, but you conniving lowlife did it to take advantage of my feelings for you.
And for your information, your mother would be happy to have a capable and independent daughter-in-law like me." Anna shouted, defending her actions while criticizing mine.
"I just explained that I was trying to apologize for forgetting the promised breakfast." At this point, I didn't even know why I was screaming, but I knew I was furious, and for some reason, I was aroused. What the hell is this woman doing to me?
"Who the heck apologizes by kissing?" Anna yelled. Clearly, she was dead set on making it my fault. Well, someone knows what they want for a change.
"I don't know. I guess people who are dating or like each other." I answered, shouting aloud. By now, it felt relaxing to shout. So I went with it.
"So by kissing, are you trying to say that you like me, and we are dating? Does that mean I am your girlfriend?" Anna's eyes shone brightly as she asked me this. I don't know how we got here and whether she planned for this, but I knew I was trapped.
"..." No shit! I was starting to regret restructuring my cracked ribs. Maybe it's not too late. I can pretend one of the ribs punctured my lungs and fall unconscious. Perhaps she will leave thinking that I am dead.
"Don't you dare go deaf dumb and blind on me, Wyatt. I won't forgive you." Anna glared at me with her piercing gaze. Meeting that gaze, I was petrified. I know that I decided to stop using my past life as an excuse and stop letting the fear of getting hurt control me from forming a healthy mature relationship. But all this, this is too soon. I feel like I am being shoved into something I am not prepared for yet.
"Anna, I am not ready. I will get there. For now, all I can say is to be patient with me." Rather than making excuses, I decided to tell the truth and hope that Anna would understand.
"..." Anna looked disappointed but then, thinking of something, she said, " But promise me when you are ready, I will be your first choice."
"Hey, if you still like me and are available, I would like the honor of being your partner." I answered with a smile, and then, thinking of something, I added, "Anna, now that things between us are clearer than before, will you… will you start…"
"Will I start hooking up with others?" Seeing me struggling to ask, Anna finished my sentence for me. And then said, "Aren't you a player for someone who claims to be new to this. Not only do you want me to wait for you, but you want me to stop having a good time?"
"No… I…" I don't know why I was thinking that. Since I can't give Anna what she wants, it's only fair that she finds it somewhere else. I don't know if it's the masculine possessiveness in me or my true feelings, but I didn't want Anna to be close with other males.
"Boy, aren't you demanding and high maintenance? But don't worry, I don't plan on regressing to my old lifestyle as now I have someone I like and want to impress." Seeing me stutter, Anna took over the conversation and spoke. Hearing her, I felt calm and assured. Why would I feel assured if Anna plans to be true to her crush?
"I see. And thank you for understanding. But if you are okay with it, are we still on for dinner tonight, just the two of us." I thanked Anna for understanding and forgiving me for what I had done to her before, stringing her feelings along, even though I had no plans to reciprocate or respond to them.
"Wooo… A romantic dinner date for just the two of us. Wyatt, don't tell me since I stopped you from kissing me. You plan on getting me drunk and taking me back to your room to have your way with me. You conniving fox, you." Anna joked about our sexual harassment argument earlier, but when she saw my sullen face, she coquettishly asked, "Too soon?"
"Yes, too soon." Women will never understand the pain of being wrongfully labeled as sexual abusers, spouse beaters, or perverts. After all, even the ice in Antarctica will melt with their tears.
"Sorry. And I am looking forward to our dinner date tonight. You better bring your A-game for this. Otherwise, I will be pissed." Only Anna knew how much pain she was in, 'Wait? Like hell, I gave this bastard my grandma's ring, passed down in my family for generations, but he is so clueless and dares to say that he is not ready. Fuck you!' Cursing the love of her life in her head, she calmed herself and maintained a standard smile on her face so that she wouldn't scare him away.
"Don't worry. I will meet all the stops to make it a wonderful dinner. Trust me on this." By I, I mean my calamity daughter gems. I didn't know shit about dating. In my past life, my money and status took care of that for me. Maybe that is why none of my relationships worked out back then.
"Okay! Now let's get out of here. This place reeks of blood and gore." Saying that Anna grabbed my shoulder with a hand and carried me out of the isolation area. Anna had changed her ways. If it were old Anna, she would embrace me in a hug and then bring me out of the isolation array. As always, a confrontation is the best medicine for all misunderstandings. I felt good about not making up excuses and confronting Anna about how I felt.