"He's my friend and he can hug me whenever he wants, you should calm down, you can't drive so fast" he looks away and focuses on the road, I throw my bangs back and curse, "okay, I'll go with you, but not to those restaurants to which you are accustomed, I want to go to a McDonald's,” his gaze soon falls on me, he looks at me as if I was crazy, “otherwise I will yell and make a fool of you.”
He huffs like crazy, “okay, but then you come with me to my house, and I don't want to hear protests, I won't change my mind, so save yourself what you have to say."
I look at him with my mouth open, that man is also arrogant and controlling, “you are a scoundrel, this morning you were with a woman, you will not take me to her house, when will you understand that I am not interested in you? You should just leave me alone and stop being crazy every time a man touches me.”
He parks in the restaurant parking lot and sits up to face me, “when will you stop lying to yourself? You know I do a lot of things to you, you are dying to be with me."
I laugh at what he says, “it's not true, I don't want you, you know that, don't lie to yourself or try to see things where there aren't any,” without telling him anything else, I get out of the car and go into the restaurant. When he enters, people are amazed to see him there, the Towering and respected businessman Yazahib Meyer is at a fast food restaurant. When he approaches me, he takes my hand, I try to separate, but he does not allow it.
"Order to go, we will not stay here" nervous because of so many looks on me, I obey, I ask for everything to take away, once we leave the restaurant we go to the car and he drives to his house. Am I crazy? I should be running away from him, not on my way to his house, I mentally scold myself, I don't know how to escape from this man, it seems impossible.
When we get to his home, I go to the dining room, he goes up to his room and when he comes down he is without his dress jacket and with his tie undone, I do not look at him for more than five seconds, I forbid it, I do not speak to him either, I wanted to be in my house, not here with him.
"I don't understand," I look at him after a long silence, I can't take it anymore, “what do you want with me? I'm sure other women die to be with you, why don't you leave me alone and look for another?”
He looks me straight in the eye, “they are not you, if your concern is because you saw Aurora here, I already told you, she is not my partner," I curse out loud in frustration, “do not act that way,” he chides me.
"I really don't understand, I'm never going to sleep with you, I don't know you and besides, you're a scoundrel who hangs out with many women."
He settles in the chair and looks at me, “don't believe everything you see on television and in gossip magazines, you say you don't want to be with me because you don't know me, okay, ask me anything and I'll answer you, that way you can know me.”
I swallow the potato chip I had in my mouth and sigh, I won't escape this, “how old are you?”
“37 years old.”
I look at him surprised, he doesn't seem to be that old, “wow ..." I whispered incredulously."Family?"
His face changes suddenly, he looks uncomfortable, “like any other."
I nod, that has left me intrigued, “hobbies?"
He smiles, “shooting guns, and listening to music."
I smile at the second he says the latter, I'm also a music lover. I put my irritation aside and we talk like two great friends, Yazahib is funny, he is quite an interesting person although he does not talk much about his family. We're sitting on the back porch drinking beer and I'm ignoring the tension between the two of us, every touch of skin, every look in our eyes, every smile we give each other is like an invitation to kiss and caress.
"The night is cold," I whisper from the cold, I feel his strong body envelop me, the smell of him intoxicates me and the warmth of him makes me feel safe.
"Why don't you want to be with me?" He asks out of nowhere, “now you can't tell me it's because you don't know me, we've talked all night and I can assure you that you know me more than anyone."
I raise my head and look at him in the eyes, “I don't trust you, to accept being with you is to have the position of a lover permanently, and I don't agree with that, I don't want to be anyone's lover, nor do I want to lose my virginity with a man who doesn't value and ...”
"Are you a virgin?" He interrupts, I stop looking at him and get up, I shouldn't have said that. "Where are you going? Dani, come here,” he yells after me, running, I go for my things and I leave the house, but he grabs me before I could.
"I must go, I remembered that I have a job for tomorrow, I can't get a bad grade, please let me go."
He looks at me with a frown, “stay," he asks me pleadingly, "I promise not to touch you, but stay."
I deny without stopping and I look at him pleadingly, “please let me go," I hear him sigh.
"Okay, but I'll take you home." I accept what he proposes, I wouldn't want to be around alone.
Upon reaching my house, I open the door to get out of the car, but Yazahib stops me, I look at him afraid. "I must go," I whisper, he slowly walks up to me and kisses me softly on the lips.
"See you tomorrow, and remember it well Dani, I don't want anyone to come near you, I don't want any man near you, especially now that I know the truth, do you understand? You're mine.”
I glare at him, “don't call me Dani, my name is Daniel, and I'm not yours, I should never have told you that I am a virgin, now you'll want to be the first, I don't want to be with you, I never will.” I quickly get out of the car and run to the door when I hear him scream to stop me, when I enter, I run up the stairs. When entering my apartment everything is silent, my friend is asleep so I silently go to bed. Immediately, Yazahib settles in my thoughts, today I have known a little about him and I liked it, but I cannot ignore the fact that he's a scoundrel, I'll never be with that man, I hate him.