Rejection

 “I am not going to ask you this question for the second time, Ciara. You have stepped on my toes a thousand times. You might not get lucky this time. What In heaven's name are you doing here? I don't recall inviting you over. I thought you already left?” George was furious at Ciara. He was yet to understand why she had to return. 

“Before you condemn me to death, can I at least be seated? I know you don't want to see me again, but trust me, I am not gonna waste your time. I will just head straight to the point without mincing words?” Ciara assured. 

She was quite emotional and well-articulated in her approach. George saw her in a different kind of mood that hadn't been witnessed before.

George breathed heavily. He couldn't scream further due to his heart complication, hence the reason he permitted Ciara to sit down.

 “You are allowed to sit and discuss it, but make it quick. I don't have the luxury of time to go through this road with you again. And If you are here to insult me again, you should better start using the exit door.” He warned Ciara and turned his face against the wall.

The presence of Ciara already infuriates. Staring into her face might as well worsen it. So he figured that avoiding Ciara might help reduce the anger that was boiling inside of him. 

“Now we're heading back to the same issue. Can you, at least, look in my direction while we speak? I don't feel comfortable seeing you like that. It gives me this feeling that you don't want me around me. You just want me to go immediately.” Ciara cried. The rejection from George was too much for her to handle. 

 "I'm glad you were able to figure that out without having to prove how smart you are.” George narrowed his gaze back to Ciara. “Of course, I don't want you around me anymore. Isn't that obvious? I haven't gotten over the humiliation from the last time you visited,” 

“You don't want me around anymore? I can't believe you just said to my face. Ouch! This hits deeply. Are you sure you want to speak to me In that tone of voice? You might want to think about what you just said alone.”

Ciara scoffed. She went from being a sheep to a wild cat within minutes. 

George was astonished to see a different sparkle in Ciara, knowing that it wasn't the same Ciara that walked inside the ward a few minutes ago 

“What do you mean by that statement? What gave you the audacity to challenge me like that? Are you harboring any evil thoughts against me right now?” George questioned Ciara. 

“Oops, I finally got your attention. Isn't that wonderful? This calls for a celebration. At some point, I thought you were never going to have anything to do with me anymore.” Ciara teased George.

 She thought it would crack him up but unfortunately, George wasn't cut out for any of her drama. He was only interested in finding out what she was insinuating. 

“Now listen to me, young lady. If you keep pacing around like a lost soul without speaking, I might as well call the doctor to kick you out of this hospital for good. Don't dare mess with me,” George issued the warning to Ciara. 

“Hey, take it easy on yourself. No one's messing with you. Rather, you are the one taking a considerable risk by stressing yourself. Do I need to remind you that you have a fragile heart? I don't want to be responsible if anything bad happens to you,” Ciara implored. 

It did sound like she was mocking George because he wasn't even smiling at her. Like a rock, his face was hard as he gnashed his teeth in frustration. 

I presume you still want me to marry your son, don't you? If you still want to, then you might want to address me nicely. Or maybe you should treat me with the utmost respect I deserve," She tossed the long-awaited question that has kept George in suspense for eternity. 

It was an easy question, yet George found it quite difficult to respond. 

*******

“Why are you begging me to stay when it's obvious that you don't even want me around? Did you bring me to your house just to insult me? How dare you pull out during lovemaking? For crying out loud, you left me hanging for so long. What do you expect me to do? Satisfy myself with a dildo or wait for your return?” Anita lamented. 

You don't get to explain. I understand how you feel right now. I want to sincerely apologize for making you feel that way. But you just have to trust me when I see none of what happened was never my intention.

Why would I want to leave you hanging in the middle of lovemaking? Come on, Anita. I am not that stupid. I might be a jerk sometimes, but I haven't lost my sense of reasoning.

Here's what happened. The knock at the door was so loud, that I had to show up immediately. I just couldn't ignore it for too long. It did sound like an emergency, too," Dexter explained as they kept holding on to her bag just to keep her with him. 

None of what you just said made sense to me, Dexter. You are lying to me. Worse of it all, you chose the lamest excuse ever. I thought you were smarter than this?" Anita paused. 

After a while, she continued. “So what do you suggest I do now? Because I'm not in the mood anymore, and you caused it.” Anita asked while she tucked her arms. 

She was desperate to leave the same; she was eager to stay back, knowing how much she tended to make after the lovemaking. 

“I don't mind getting you back in the mood. If you have inner eyes, you will notice that my body is still craving yours. I can't tell what's going to happen to me when you leave,” Dexter continued to plead with his multiple explanations. He stopped thinking about his Father, and neither did he recognize Kelly's presence anymore.