Endless loop of madness - William afton X reader

25 - messing Richard

2 days later, At Richard's house, getting dressed, after a night of sex. I fixed my hair in the mirror, using whatever I could find to look so descant for the morning. Lip gloss, brushed and styled hair, now that is what is called a hottie. My outfit worked greatly. I used whatever make-up was lying around on the dresser.

"Ditching already? It isn't even 8 in the morning." I sighed.

"'Yes, Thank you for the fun." I messed with my hair in the mirror, making us feel better. "I just have things to do. People to see and a life to live, my good man. Don't take it personally. It's fun. The day was the best and I'm glad I got that opportunity." I smiled.

"Thank you for honesty." He tiredly, yet firmly said. "But I thought you were staying for longer."

"Do you have any plans today?" I asked.

"Besides, feeling like an idiot, no. I'm on my holiday, so sleep in, being a father to my daughter, you know the normal stuff."

"Why do you feel like an idiot?" I raised a brow, shifting closer to the bed.

"Because I thought we had something real, not just sex. We had a fun day yesterday. I felt you really wanted this life.
You are too young to understand that you can't sleep around with anyone that gives the best quality of their life. Not after last night. So use your head." He scolded me, seeming disappointed and sad about me ditching. Clingy much. "Are you wearing the make-up off the dresser?" I was fully aware it was his late wife's make-up. I didn't care. She had great taste in colours. Didn't touch the foundation, wasn't my colour and wasn't going to be looking like a clown.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think you need your late wife's makeup anymore." I don't want to piss him off but he didn't even need his dead wife's stuff.

I would probably steal from Clare if she died but she sadly wasn't. I'll steal her Man if I wasn't angry at him. It would be more out of, Will people think it was me? If she did die. I wasn't declaring that I would harm her anyways. That's no way to get into a man's trousers. Her stuff could make me money, how expansive some of her unused make-up stuff is.

"Listen, I didn't know, I'm sorry for  using your Late wife's things," I said slightly passive-aggressively, annoyed and somewhat confused about why he cared. If the covered cloth over things were him trying to not see it, why keep her stuff if he can't bear the sight of them.

"Leave, please."

"Are you still grieving?" I asked, sitting on the bed.

"What do you mean? Grieving isn't my issue. I got over the sadness after a while, it's just that things have strong memories, I can't look at them but also I can't get rid of them. Could you please leave? I don't want my stuff used or stolen and I don't want to be used by a woman that has a clue on boundaries."

"Can we talk about it?" I asked.

"You confuse me."

"Do I? How?" I tilted my head.

"First, you show no interest in me, then we start having pity sex after a day of making me worried. Before now, for a whole week, I thought you were interested in me, more pity sex and you began crying afterwards and never tell me why, I apologised for what we did and I left you alone as you said. I didn't mean to upset you. All I wanted from you was a relationship whether that be a friendship or a romantic one. I don't use myself and I steal from myself. I let you stay over and allowed you to do whatever. We made cookies and cake together and had a love day yesterday. I don't understand if I upset you yesterday or last night. I don't expect much from you to be a decent person and not touch a man's dead wife's possession. That is incredibly rude and disrespectful." He was incredibly upset and irritated by my actions. "Did I do something wrong last night to make you want to leave? If I fucked up somehow please tell me."