If she thinks it over properly, Josh is actually a gentleman. When he’s impatient, he uses crude words to intimidate. When he wants something, he expected to have it. And when he doesn’t, he shows his impatience. And then, you get the idea…

He’s also somewhat of a one-track mind. There’s only one way to get what he wants. The fastest. As he previously said, he’s unwilling to invest time on something he won’t be investing in emotionally. He doesn’t mind the money, though. Apparently, he baits some women with the promise of money. Her lip twitched, wondering how many women had he arranged for himself? Would she actually want a guy like him? What’s the point of trying to date him when they’re not even in an actual relationship?

He’s starting to get impatient again. After kissing her last Wednesday, he clearly wanted more. He’d been distracted a few times, already imagining himself inside her. He only lasted two days. Come Friday night, he pushed her against the wall as they were walking towards their rooms on the third floor. He ravaged her mouth, sucking on her tongue and her lips. He groaned as he felt her return his kisses. See? She wants him, too. He wrapped her in his arms, feeling her body against his. He pulled her up and carried her to his bedroom. He continued to kiss her as he laid her down on the bed. Her hands weren’t exactly clinging to him, but they were gripping the front of his shirt.

When he left her mouth to kiss her elsewhere, Jill caught her breath and the fogginess she felt disappeared. Her mind is starting to clear. She tried to be unfeeling.

“Are you sure about this?” Somehow, her tone became different and it barely penetrated his mind in his haze. He looked into her eyes and saw that they were cold and indifferent. He felt a chill down his spine. Damn it.

He pulled back and rolled onto his back, trying to get his lust under control.

She stood up and turned her gaze on him. “Good choice.” She uttered before exiting the room. He didn’t like that expression on her face. He felt like she’s a very different person when she’s… angry. Mad. He only noticed it now. She shuts off people when she’s that way. She would go silent. She wouldn’t pay anyone any attention. She would focus on whatever she’s doing, but from her actions, it was clear that she’s pissed off. She doesn’t like any distraction when she’s in that zone as well.

Damn it. What is he supposed to do? He would never imagine that a woman would be able to stop him by sounding so cold. Somehow, he knew she’s an honest person. She does exactly what she says she’s going to do. And she did say that if he gets her into bed this week, she would hate him. To the moon and back, whatever that means.

The next morning, she’s ignoring him. Three hours. She hasn’t talked to him, not even once. She hadn’t spared a glance at him as well. He tried to talk to her. When he couldn’t hold it in any longer, he exploded with his anger. Finally, she looked at him.

“This is how you behave after last night? Dude, where’s my apology? Is it that hard to say a simple sorry? And what now? You had the audacity to be angry at me? Boy, I should be angrier than you. I demand that you shut up for three more hours if you want me to forgive you.” She threw him that cold glare again and went back to whatever she’s doing on her laptop. She would never allow him to look at it.

Josh couldn’t remember the last time he had been reprimanded. But at least, she was talking to him again.

“I’m sorry.” He managed to say.

Her lip twitched as she turned to spare him a glance. A corner of her lip turned up and he saw it.

“You still have to wait three hours.” And then she went back to work.

He sighed. Damn woman. Why does he even like her? He could admit that much. He got her a glass of lemon water, the one she liked best.

“Thanks.”

He took her word for it and timed himself. Three hours. He watched her for three hours. He saw how concentrated she is as she typed away on her laptop. He once tried to look at her device, but it has a password and her fingers are fast enough that he couldn’t catch what the password she typed was. The few times he tried to stand behind her or sit beside her, she decisively closed her laptop. He got the message. He’s not supposed to ask what she’s working on.

As soon as the time was up, he started speaking with her again.

“So, how exactly am I supposed to woo you?” He gave up. If it’s her way, then so be it. He only hoped that it will be worth it.

“I think the better question is… are you sure you want to?”

He already tasted her lips, held her body against his, and he knew he couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted more. Damn it. He closed his eyes as he tried to keep his libido under control. She noticed it.

She sighed and he heard it. He looked at her again.

“Why do you even like me? Is it the novelty?” Her lip twitched at her choice of words. Novel, right. This time she was typing slowly, pausing every now and then. Her attention was split.

He stared at her, contemplating on an answer.

“Yes.” He realized that was the truth, and she likes the truth. It really is the novelty. He hadn’t met someone like her.

“Do you know why I’m like this?” She asked, sparing him another glance as he hears her type something else.

“No. Why are you like that, then?” He thought she would tell him.

“From what I’ve seen, a lot of relationships fail because of communication. Women trying to accommodate men’s wishes, not voicing their own wants. They endure until they can’t take it anymore. Then the relationship crumbles. The end. Both people end up in heartbreak. I mean, how hard is it to actually speak your mind? I made a promise to myself, you see? I am not compromising with any man. Not even a billionaire who took a fancy on me. You either have to comply with my wishes, or you can fuck off. You can’t tell me what to do. You can’t demand anything, unless I’m truly willing. I understand compromise but I hate manipulative bastards. You stage all these circumstances just to get me to react a certain way? That’s pushing me into a corner. That’s not giving me a lesson. And really, I’m old enough not to need a lesson from you. How old are you? You do realize I’m older than you by a year, right?”

As she spoke, he’s realizing he doesn’t know much about her. She’s right, all those pieces of information he managed to dig are nothing and irrelevant. But yeah, he does know she’s older. He simply forgot about it. Hey, if they count, it’s only nine months.