𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐎𝐔𝐒 | Anne Hathaway (gxg)

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"Y/N?" I jolt at the cold hand that caressed my shoulder. My arms were scattered across my desk and keyboard until I quickly held onto the edge of the table to push my head's weight off the hard surface. That was a mistake. Harsh stabbing pierced my ears with threats of regret and dread. I turn around; brown eyes stare at me deeply with concern while I struggled to roll mine backwards at the sight. That wasn't something I wanted to see first thing in the morning. Is it even morning?

"Extra toothbrushes are under the sink." I rasp out, eager to get this routinely morning over with. Her face changes as she heads to the bathroom—her name rattles me in a weird way.

A voice from the hotel bathroom interrupt my load and sleepy groan, "Always straightforward." She receives a hum in return; that's one thing she and the internet are right about. Although I've been through many mornings of providing one night stands their necessities as they leave, this one is different. A nagging feeling that this wasn't going to be the last I see of Anna tugs on my headache, adding onto the many liabilities I've had to, and need to, deal with since this trip has started. And a week hasn't even passed.

I dread having to stand up and interact anymore with the woman, so I lean onto the uncomfortable chair until I know she's almost done and head to the bathroom as well. Unluckily, I push past her. And, of course, she doesn't let me enter without her brushing her hand across my waist. "Pick a hoodie from my closet." I shout to her from the bathroom, already knowing her question. "Thank you." Anna adds sass to her tone. Routinely—I told you.

After brushing my teeth, I finish my normal up and leave the bathroom hopeful that Anna has started to leave. Unfortunately, she got even more comfortable and was using her phone on the bed. She's pissing me off more than I should let her, and I'm started to dread the days, or weeks, I'll be spending here in Italy.

Just as I was about to say something, my doorbell rings twice. She looks up, I look at the door and then back to her, and we look at each other. We don't say anything but thank god she knew to move from her place and hide in the walk in closet. A fucking criminal in my bed just a few minutes ago doesn't sound like a nice  article and we both knew that.

Hurriedly, I walk towards the door to open it. I was assuming it would be Sean coming in to apologize since he should've realized that apologizing to the Y/N on text was not going to work, but I was wrong. Very wrong. I should've checked who was outside before opening the door, but I know myself, I would never do that. I'm too careless about my surroundings, and seeing her outside my door was a consequence of just that. Hell even the girl I had sex with last night could've been enough. My head hurt so much from all the drinks and the disappointment added more to it. She looked just as disappointed as me.

"Do you know how much-" She starts, her eyebrows furrowed and scrunched up in distaste, but I immediately cut her off. "Fuck do you want? I have no time to listen to you complaining." My ungraceful tone contrasted the unfortunate events from the last time I saw her.

That day was a mistake, a big one. I let her see me embarrassingly vulnerable, hours after the first time and it'll probably happen a fifth time if I wasn't going to set myself certain boundaries about her. I don't know how she always finds a way to be a part of my personal life when she was just my brother's business partner, but it was getting annoying and giving myself rules wasn't something I wanted to do. I wasn't even used to it too. I mean, how was I even supposed to put some boundaries and get rid of the rumors if I had to be near her all the time? Isn't life so unfair?

"You're the one who's always whining about everything. Who do you think you are talking to me like that?" I just turn around, scoff, and roll my eyes when I realized that she would try to tell me what to do or how to fucking talk. I can do whatever I want and I don't see why she has a role in that. I went to the mini fridge and opened a beer bottle by popping the lid off with the edge of the table. Anne allows herself inside. What happened to 'manners'?