It was Fate

Backtracking

Your pov

She's been at most cordial to me since the incident in her office. I guess I didn't expect much but I don't know, part of me felt like we understood each other. I thought she knew I wanted to be with her.

I comforted her because I cared about her, not to get something out of it... I just wanted her to let me love her. Because as much as I had been trying to fight it I did... love her.

We had never had the conversation so I thought I should try to talk to her again. So I went to her office again before bed to speak with her. Luckily the door was open so I could just walk in.

I sat down in the chair directly in front of her desk and remembered my first time in that chair. I wanted to believe things had changed so much but they didn't feel any different.

"Yes?" She said not looking up from the papers she was examining. "I need to talk to you" I said firmly, "well I assumed that's why you were here so talk" she said coldly.

What the fuck?! I thought, I tried to push past my hurt and her attitude. "About the other night in my room..." I started, she looked up from her papers giving me her attention now.

"I'm sorry about that" I apologized sincerely. "You don't seem that sorry" she replied with an icy tone I'd never heard before. "Why are you being like this?" I asked confused as to why she was speaking to me this way.

Maybe she was embarrassed about the other night? "Because you know my rules" she said firmly. "So that kiss meant absolutely nothing to you" I said with hurt in my voice. "I was in a vulnerable state and I wasn't thinking" she said plainly.

"You know what? I can't believe you!" I yelled, her words had hurt me and I wanted to make it clear. "Listen, I can't help it if you're a whore that can't control yourself. What happened in your room was highly inappropriate and I'll admit the kiss was unintelligent on my part. But I need you to understand that I can never be with you" she said, and that sent me into a spiral.

I stood up quickly with tears in my eyes and smacked her, then I stormed out of the room.

Venable's pov

I didn't even call after her, I deserved her hitting me. I really don't know what came over me in that moment. I was stressed about the interviews but that had nothing to do with her.

I was unnecessarily cold and despite that I never wanted to hurt her. But I did. I didn't mean any of the things I said I was just sabotaging myself. In my mind I thought that if she hated me then nothing could start.

And that meant that nothing could go wrong, I didn't have to hear her reject me. I knew it would pain me deeply to know she had hatred for me. But it would pain me more to have her fall in love with me and then I end up hurting her.

But none of that was really true, I was just trying to protect my ever fragile ego. I didn't want to be hurt, I know she said she wouldn't hurt me but so many people had said that to me.

Only to turn around sometimes minutes later and degrade me or abuse me. It didn't even matter now though, I had hurt her and she probably never wanted to speak to me again.

Let alone see me, but I couldn't just disappear and crawl into a hole like I so desperately wanted to. I had to get a grip on myself and figure out what to do. I couldn't do anything immediately because she would need her space.

Luckily it's not really like she can go anywhere, we had serval more months to go before it would even be considered safe to go outside.