You're not my type, Sir

21.

When Annabel got a hold of herself, she pushed him off.

"What are you doing!?" She screamed.

"That's the only way to get you to calm down." Roland replied. "How could you jump into conclusion without hearing me first?"

Annabel scoffed. "Knowing the kind of man you are, why the hell should I trust you!?" She retorted.

Roland nodded. "Fine, now I know how much you hate me." He replied and Annabel rolled her eyes at him.

"What's the meaning of this then? Why am I in this?" She asked, referring to the clothes she was putting on.

Roland sighed deeply, then he explained everything to her, how he had come to pick her up to her ruining his clothes and how he had brought her home since she refused to give him her address, he then explained it to her that it was the maid who helped her get changed and not him, he even told her how he had to sleep in the guest room since she was in his room.

"Do you think I'll be so crazy to take advantage of you? Why would I even want to do that!?" He aske