Relationship for Convenience

 Anna had seen nothing wrong with their relationship in the beginning. Maybe it was the fact that it was her first relationship, or that he was her first lover. But she had thought herself in love with him, and he seemed to like her enough. He listened to her; he made her feel wanted, at least certain parts of her.

      Now, facing the matter at hand, she was surely more embarrassed than hurt. Perhaps the reality of the whole thing hadn't sunk in yet. And the way he stared at her like she had two heads didn't help matters. 
      
     "I'm just your mistress? This thing we had was just you killing time and being the hotshot you think you are?" she asked, her distress and embarrassment obvious even to her own ears.

    "Anna, I don't think I ever asked you to be my girlfriend, and you know how much I hate drama," he said in a bored tone as if he had more important things to do. It took Anna everything to stop herself from strangling the handsome idiot in front of her.   

    "So, I'm being dramatic, right?" she said as her voice raised an octave higher, "Everything I've said means nothing? We were nothing," she cried out, blinking back her tears. All the dates, the gifts, sweet words, everything meant nothing to him. She meant nothing.

     "It's not like that, Anna. What we have is very casual and I honestly assumed we were on the same page, but it seems like we aren't," he said unapologetically as he got rid of his towel. She kept her gaze firmly fixed on his face.

      She wanted him to apologize, or better yet tell her it was a joke, kiss her and take her back to bed, but she knew this was the reality and he was in fact right, they weren't in an actual relationship. Although they had chemistry, lots of it, they were more like friends with benefits but without the friendship part. She had tried her best to make it work, bending her will to suit his and doing her best to please him. But in the end, everything was futile. Four months of her life wasted.

      She wanted to scream, to hit him. She wanted to tell him she loved him, but she couldn't. By this time, she was ready to burst into tears, and the way the sobs were racking through her chest, she knew it wouldn't be long till she started wailing. She didn't want to do that yet, at least not now in front of him. So, she did the next best thing.

     "Get out," she whispered, her fist firmly clenched at her sides.

      "Anna, I understand your feelings are hurt, but we both knew that this," he gesture between the both of them, "would not last, so why don't we push our differences aside and enjoy our time together." He realized he said the wrong thing when her breathing quickened and she got red in the face.

    "So if I hadn't read your text I wouldn't have found out I was the other woman," she felt so naïve. "And the worst part of this entire ordeal is that you are engaged, you're fucking engaged." Swearing wasn't her nature, so hearing herself utter such expletives shocked the both of them.

    "You're blowing this out of proportion Anna, at least let me explain before you jump to conclusions," he said, jaw ticking.
        
       Anna felt the waves of anger coming off him but she didn't care. In fact, she relished in his anger. She wanted him to feel exactly how she felt.

    She struggled not to cry. "What exactly do want to explain, I mean the text itself is pretty self-explanatory. It doesn't get clearer than 'congrats on your engagement, bro!' 
   
      "In the first place, why the fuck were you going through my phone?"