Page 13 of Angel's Fantasy

“What would you like for dinner tonight?” She asked, opening cabinets and closing them again as she moved around the kitchen. “Pasta? Chicken?”

“You don’t have to cook for me,” I said, moving closer and watching as she started pulling things out of the fridge. “I appreciate the thought, though.”

She stopped and looked at me, her brows furrowed. “You don’t want me to? Or you don’t need me to?”

“Both, I guess?” I didn’t know what she meant, but… I didn’t really need or want her to wait on me hand and foot.

“Why did you bring me here, if you don’t want to sleep with me and you don’t want me to take care of you?” Her tone was accusing me of doing something wrong, but I could tell she was just as confused as I had been.

“I brought you here because…” I let my voice trail off because I didn’t know exactly why I’d done it, only that it had seemed like a good thing for both of us at the time. And I was pretty sure it could still be a good thing.

But not like this.

In the back of my mind, I kept hoping that she’d want to be there, that she wouldn’t keep doing these things that she felt obligated to do. I didn’t want her to fuck me because she felt like it would help her father’s situation. I didn’t want her to cook for me because she felt like that’s what I expected.

But I couldn’t tell her those things either, because I didn’t want her to pretend to want those things.

“I had my reasons for bringing you here,” I said, finally finishing my thought. “I don’t expect you to understand them though.”

She opened her mouth to say something else, but I turned around and walked away before she could speak. I didn’t want to argue, and I couldn’t explain myself any further.

So, for now, there was nothing more to say.

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