Toby stood next to her in the chill bar. He was telling a joke and she was laughing. He still couldn’t figure out what had changed her mind this time round.
This had been the first time she had said yes in eight rounds. He had gone from the serious, to the casual, to the extremely funny and cheesy ways of asking her out. And she had finally said yes.
Annabelle sat there, sipping on her wine and laughing at his jokes. All those months she had seen him in the office, she had never imagined he would be so full of character, and life. None of his jokes were too cheesy, they had gone through dinner laughing it off, and not once in the entire date had she picked up her phone.
She could tell that this one was a keeper. Just like Will.
She sighed. Just like Will he kept her at ease. He was funny, sweet, charismatic and real. He did not let her have preferential treatment just because she was beautiful, she had to fight for him.
She had to go to the bathroom.
Dammit William, she thought to herself, every time I meet someone good, you always have to seep in and take away my joy. “Damn you!” she cursed out loud.
A cubicle opened and she felt embarrassed by her outburst.
“Everything okay?” asked the lady casually as she washed her hands.
“Yes, thank you,” she said smiling. “Just one of those nights.”
She smiled politely and left her there.
Annabelle sighed, powdered her nose and walked back to her date, fighting every part of her from thinking about him. She would have a good night, she deserved it.
Annabelle was home. Toby had just dropped her by her gate and watched her leave, like a proper gentleman.
She knew that there would be another date, he was exactly what she needed.
“Had a good date?” she heard a voice near the bushes by her door.
She was not scared, she knew exactly who it was.
“What are you doing here?” she asked angrily. “You shouldn’t have-”
“Tell me,” he said standing up, drawing closer to her,”does he make you laugh like I do. Does he make your toes curl like I can?”
“William, you need to leave,” she heard herself say. “You need to leave now.”
“Why are you so scared Anna?” he said standing right in front of her. She could feel his breathe on her forehead. “What…are you so afraid of?”
He was holding her face on his palm now. Her eyes were closed, he tilted his head kissed her softly on the lips. It was a lingering kiss, the kind that lead to more than just a kiss.
Before she realized what had happened, her bag and keys were on the ground, and her frame was pinned against her door and William.
She pushed him away, she pushed him hard. She felt weak.
“Go home Will!” she shouted. “I don’t deserve this, your wife does not deserve this!”
“Just go Will,” she said, unable to look him in the eye.
He picked his coat and turned to walk away.
“Nothing will change between us Anna,”he said softly. “You will always be mine.”
As he started his car, Annabelle’s last strength escaped her, and she sat on the ground, with tears flowing down her cheeks.
“Damn you William, damn you!” she shouted as the tears cascaded more freely now.