Advent Calendar For Reverse Harem Readers
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“Percival had the idea, what?” She questioned, desperate to focus his attention on her face and away from running his fingers along her arm.
“He thought that the idea of one of us being your true mate after the curse and all that shit was too much, and you passed out from being overwhelmed. I guess being chased by a wolf, combined with the truth hitting you square in the face, would be too much for a female’s delicate composition in his mind or something like that.”
She stared at him, anger fizzing. “Excuse me? I do not have a delicate female composition. What is that supposed to mean? Because, in my opinion, it seems like something an asshole would say.” She would not stand for such injustice being spewed.
“I didn’t mean it like that. I just mean that women take things harder emotionally than men do. They struggle with things that men wouldn’t struggle with. Men probably make things difficult, but we typically keep our mouths closed—emotionally and physically and stuff.” He stammered, trying to fix his mistake.
She glared at him; who did this bastard think he was telling her what she could and couldn’t do? Did she look like the kind of woman that would just take shit sitting down? Anger rose in her throat, and she swallowed hard, trying to make her saliva go away so she could force the words past her lips on the tip of her tongue.
Her sexual interactions might very well be left up to the fates, but that didn’t mean that her brain didn’t work, and that decidedly did not mean that some ass-hole got to treat her like she was nothing more than garbage to be walked all over.
“Let me tell you something, mister. I am a woman. Yes, but I am fully capable of conducting myself in a manner befitting a woman. I don’t need nor do I want your permission. Also, what I do or do not do has nothing to do with having anything delicate.” She took a deep breath and continued her tirade, glaring daggers at him the whole time.
“Yeah, maybe I have emotions, but you do, too. Everyone does if they are honest about it. Yes, this is a lot. I spent my entire life halfway resenting my parents for what they put me through. Making choices for me as though I did not deserve to have an opinion or a choice in the matter. When I finally resign myself to it and agree to marry someone who is going to fuck me in the ass my entire life, that’s when I accidentally get chased by a wolf, and somehow fate deems it fair to dump me right in the lap of my one true mate.” She was practical-ly screaming at this point, but that didn’t stop her from continuing.
“So, I’m sorry if that’s too much for you to handle or if you think I can’t handle myself. But rest assured, I have a right to be pissed off.” She shoved him as hard as she could. She didn’t care if he landed and hit his head on something. How dare he be so cruel to her? “Don’t be a fucking asshole. Grow up, or shut up.”
He landed square on his back, an oomph escaping his lips.. “I guess I could see that making you angry, Gabby; I’m sorry for insinuating that you were less of a woman than you are.” He sat up, tucking his head downward in a display of submission, his face showing his apology. His voice contrite.
“I’m not angry at fate. I mean, I am, but at this moment, I’m mostly angry at you. How dare you make assumptions about me? Were you raised in a barn? Did your mother not take time to teach you proper communication skills and how not to treat a woman like garbage, or did you somehow miss that class?” She seethed, shoving against his hand, that was somehow still lying against her arm. She didn’t want any part of this beastly ass touching her.
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