"You're just feeding yourself some nonsense. Now look at its take on you." he suddenly said.
I remain standing from where I am since the moment I've heard his hurtful response of having no intention or any involvement to save me incase I get drowned. I understand it was just to lure him and save me, I suppose it did sounded selfish for him. I was the one hurt here, and yet I still try to defend his opinion.
Why am I still clinging to him when he obviously doesn't want to hold my hand?
If there is something I should at least do now is to leave. To never let a person show you twice that they don't need you. To have some self-respect and just walk-away from him no matter how they mean to you. But how come I can't?
Could it be? That it wasn't this man who's trying to reach out his feelings, and instead it is actually me?
For someone who had been single the rest of her life, it's quite hard to determine whether I am indeed falling for the likes of him or was I just hurt because he doesn't feel what I thought he has been showing me the past few weeks we've been together.
He walks closer to me and pulled my me by my wrist, "Let's go." he said sounding that authoritative once more. Was I just being dragged by this man because he thinks of me as one his pawns he could just order around according to his will?
I withdraw my arm from his hold as I retorted, "I can walk on my own." with full grief as I stride my way back to the beach house. But when I was about to make another step ahead of him, he suddenly said something that made me look back at his direction.
It is when he said, "We're going home,"
"Going home?"
"Yes. The Neyk is waiting at the deck for us. Let's go."
I can't believe we'll go home immediately when we just arrive here. What kind of wasted travel and effort is this when he would just take me home because of what happen now--if this assumption is true. The food, the booking, and the experience will all be wasted because of his temperament.
"But I thought--"
"We need to go." he said. I don't get his agony for moving so quickly as possible. pulling me once again.
I immediately struggled to let go once more as his grip was too strong I thought my arm would break. and then I asked, "But why? We just made it here. I thought we'll be staying here for a while and you even said that you'll show something to me."
he was quick to give an answer. "In another time." he said and nothing more.
I feel like there are too many things he is hiding from me. But I decided that I will not just let him hide whatever is going this time, yes, not this time. And so I insist to know the truth by keeping my questions fired at him, "Why? Can you explain to me what's going on? I at least deserve to know."
And then he finally faced me with a heavy sigh, "I shouldn't have brought you here. Let's go home, Emalia." But I was just disappointed that he still refuse to tell me what's going on.
"I'm not leaving this place until you tell me what's going on."
But knowing how impatient he is, he didn't even bother answering me anymore. And instead, Floranted lifted me on and carried me on his arms. "I told you we need to leave now." He was so firm about it that no matter how I struggled, it just ends up as futile move.
"Let go of me! How dare you take me in anywhere you want without even asking for my opinion?! This is complete extortion and kidnapping!" I protested while I continue to struggle from him. Yet, he just remain postured while walking towards the deck. It was as if my weight wasn't even a pressure for him since his breathing sounded barely audible.
Florante made me stand once more when we're about to enter the submarine again. What else is left for me to do but follow him at the end. As if there is some change in here should I even struggle once more. This tyrant man before me is so hard too hard to keep under control.
I am still dripping with my damped clothes on when Florante came to me with a white cottony robe. "Change into this." he ordered.
"Why would I?" I rolled my eyes on him which I quickly regret as he pulled closer to him. His oceanic-blue eyes were covered with rile vibe when he told me, "Never roll you eyes at me again, Woman."
"Let go of me!" I tried to win back my pride by keeping my protest against him.
Suddenly, Florante lured his lips beside my ear. I was a bit scared what he is intention when I got myself astounded after he whispered, "Will you wear this or you'd rather prefer me wearing it on you?"
With so much rage after hearing it, I pulled the robe from him after saying, "no need. I can do it myself!" as I head to the suite room away from this pervert man, who even had the nerve to chuckle from the scene. I can't believe the kind of attitude he has!
Inside the suite room. I made sure that the bathroom is well-locked so that Florante won't be able to enter incase he goes berserk and decide to attack me here inside. I need to prepare myself for the worst. Florante possess that kind of behavior as well so I can't just let my guard down despite the few nice things he has been showing me. Still, I can't deny the bad behaviors that overpowers the good one he is manifesting.
As I finally secured the bathroom, I immediately took of my damped clothes and settled it on the sink. When I was to change into the bathrobe, a pink pouch fell off from the inside of the robe. It has a Guiz La Bruna signature on so it made me curious what it is. I came to pick it up and found a pair of bra and knicker set inside. My face went in total red knowing Florante was the one who prepared this lingerie for me.
Even without the need to show it to him, Florante already has the vision of me inside his lustful head while wearing this set inside. I can't believe the tactics of that man will be this much. He made me hope for some fun by bringing me into the island only to return back to his dome after dawn which completely ruined the supposed to one week vacation on the island. And still he haven't tell me the reason me. And now, he wanted to wear me a pair of lingerie according to his taste. If I only have other choice. I can't keep wearing the soak one so I had to really wear it.
I combed my hair in a bun after drying them with the blower which revealed my neckline. I have notice, I simply look plain at the mirror. Not even the least beautiful like Thalia or Divina, how come this Florante even wishes to have me as his bride?
After I finished, I settled myself on the bed only to be disturbed again by Florante, "Come outside," he ordered. I feel really agitated every time he orders me around like one of his servants, and I hate it even more that I always end up following him anyway. Without any reason, not even a single explanation, I still follow and oblige every thing he wishes me to do. It has been like this ever since I came to his dome and I wonder how long can I take this kind of his attitude towards me.