THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 38's. Lover 1's
Gilbert POV
"Gilbert? What are you doing?"
I'm mastering it under me. The sense she might treat our relationship as just a distraction keeps my ego hooked. She got anything else? Another guy in Canada?
He tried to push me. But my body weight locked it. And I kissed her, which she immediately refused.
"Gilbert, let me go." She's upset. I caught his hand.
"I'm seriously asking you to stay in the US, when I ask you if you might open an office there. Do you consider our relationship impossible at all."
"I didn't say impossible, but what are you doing to me now. If something happens are we ready? Why you? Have you lost your logic!"
"I don't mind ..." I really mean it with those words. Only now can I not take my mind off a woman. I don't mind living with him, but maybe I forgot this isn't about my own ego. Sy*hit!
"I object! My body! You should have asked for my consent. Are you used to forcing your will this way." He's mad at me now. "Take me off!"
I let go, she stood up, took her clothes, and went to the bathroom slamming the door. Damnit damnit! This time I'm not fixing things but making him mad. I didn't think long about doing that. The impulse just happens. I'm wearing my clothes back. He came out in full clothes and took his bag.
"Where are you going?" I took his hand. He still looks at me with anger.
"You think what you did earlier, you son of a bitch*at, if something happens do you think I'm ready?! I'm going to pharmacies to buy contraceptive pills and go home!"
"Don't go." I held his hand.
"I have the cure." His eyes are round now.
"You? You got the cure?" Now he looked at me with an accusatory expression and could not believe what he was hearing. Surely I look like a pla*yboy ban*gsat who is ready for anything, so as not to get into trouble. "You're really... "
"Ba*ngsat, yes I know, just say what you want to say. I used to be unprepared for serious pressures outside of my career. But please don't go. I'm guilty of you but we can talk about this. Please Eliza... Don't go." I hold his hand I'll do anything to keep him from leaving.
He looked at me for a moment.
"Don't go please. I was wrong to do that, but don't go." Her face softened, I pulled her to my side. But he still didn't talk to me.
"Eliza, talk to me."
"Once again you do that I'll kill you." He's back, he better say he wants to kill me than he just shut up without talking.
"I'm your son's father, you can kill me." I smiled at him. But he ignored my smile.
"You son of a bitch." He punched my arm with all his might, it hurt. But I accepted it, but when she wanted to repeat it again, this time I caught her hand and hugged her.
"Alright, enough. I'm sorry. Really sorry to you. But I wouldn't mind if you were ..." She glared at me. "All right, I'm not going to talk about this stupidity anymore
"Where's the cure." I looked into the briefcase I always carried and gave the strip the after morning pill. There was a sense of unwillingness when he took the pill from my hands. But what can I do, if he's not willing. This is not true. I overstepped everything even his family.
"You're gonna stay, aren't you?" He looked at me but ignored me, opened the strip and drank the pill. I breathe seeing it. My mind makes its own plea if one suddenly escapes and manages to achieve its goal.