Waltfeld's Daughter Chapter 3
So this is part flashback part current story.
"Oh it's Andrew…what are you doing here?" Aisha growled. She cocked her hip looking at the young man in front of her angrily. He was always talking to her…or in her opinion TRYING to talk to her.
"Are you always this cordial with the men you greet?" Andrew asked sarcastically.
"Of course I do…especially to little boys like you," Aisha cooed sarcastically.
"Thanks for the compliment," Andrew snapped. "I just came to apologize for the other day. I really don't think you're a Bitch."
"Then why did you say it?!" Aisha hollered.
"Because…I was angry," Andrew explained.
"And you think I'm just going to throw myself at your feet and be your lover? Hah! I'm not like other women," Aisha purred.
"I know…that's why I wouldn't treat you like other women. You're unique," Andrew chuckled.
"You're never going to pet this 'kitten' with that attitude," Aisha said rolling her eyes.
"Well…who said I was after sex? Like I said before…you're unique," Andrew said with a smirk.
"That what all you men are after. You can't deny that you don't want these," Aisha cooed pressing her breast together seductively. Anger simmered in her gut as he stared at her face unblinking.
"Are you done?" Andrew asked raising an eyebrow. "I said sex is not what I'm after."
"I know you're resisting," Aisha purred approaching the man. Gently she brushed against his neck with her lips tracing his crotch with her hand. "Just think of we could do."
"What the hell are you doing?!" Andrew demanded pushing her off of him.
"Oh stop whining you know you liked it! I felt it move," Aisha snapped.
"I take what I say back. You are a Bitch and a whore! You've must slept with hundreds of men since those mountains began to peak," Andrew hollered.
"You called her a whore?" Amarante asked looking at her dad.
"Yes I did," Waltfeld laughed. "She was trying to tempt me so she could flat out refuse me later on. I saw her do it to other guys before so I knew she'd do it to me."
"How did you guys ever get together?" Amarante demanded.
"I tricked her into a date."
"How?"
"Haha!...MANY MANY MANY days later after I called her a whore."
"I would imagine…you called her a whore…and a bitch…twice," Amarante grumbled.
"And as I told Cagalli sometime ago...You're the perfect little lady until you speak," Waltfeld answered.
"Sexist."
"Feminist."
"Meanie."
"Baby."
"Cripple."
"Amnesiac."
"Old-timer."
"Smartass."
"Coffee Freak."
"Tea Maniac."
"Story time?
"Story time." Waltfeld chuckled lovingly. Lowering one of the rails on Amarante's bed, he sat next to Amarante giving her a loving hug. If she died, he didn't know what he'd do.
"Aisha, why don't we play a little game?" Andrew growled with a fiendishly delighted smile.
"Does it deal with Tangoing?" Aisha asked rolling her eyes.
"No," Andrew answered.
"Okay…then let's play your little game," Aisha answered with a smirk.
"Alright Aisha, the game takes place at Millennium Restaurant, I'll be picking you up at 8:00pm," Andrew answered.
"Wait! WHAT?!" Aisha demanded.
"You said you'd play my game. Make sure to wear something nice…If not…I'll take you out to get something nice," Andrew chuckled tapping her nose.
"What?" Aisha asked curiously.
"I'll even take you out to buy something nice if you don't want to wear anything at your apartment," Andrew answered scratching the back of his head blushing softly. He turned away
"And you'd do that…for me?" Aisha asked in her soft voice.
"Of course…I told you already…I don't want to have sex with you. I'm doing it because I love you…and I want you to be happy," Andrew explained in a softer voice.
"I…I…I never realized how sweet you are,"
"Thank you,"
"But…we'll see how long you can play this little game," Aisha huffed walking away. Well she doesn't let her guard down for a minute, Andrew thought.
"So, you guys were supposed to be playing a 'game?'" Amarante asked curiously.
"Yes but let me finish the story. You need to be resting," Waltfeld answered looking at the clock. It was half past 1am and Amarante needed to be sleeping.
"You look great," Andrew cooed softly. He held out a bouquet of flowers to her.
"Okay…what the hell are you planning?!" Aisha demanded.
"You agreed to a date, nothing more, nothing less," Andrew answered calmly. Aisha snatched the bouquet looking down questionably at the flowers.
"Let me put these in a vase…come in," Aisha muttered.
"The Chrysanthemum symbolizes joy, hope, loyalty and long life. I gave you mostly white Chrysanthemums because I will remain forever loyal to you," the man explained standing by the door.
"What about the purple ones?" Aisha asked searching through her kitchen for a vase.
"Purple represents royalty, dignity and pride. Hopefully by the end of the night, we will have our pride still intact," Andrew chuckled.
"Well…I'm ready," Aisha sighed shaking her hair out slightly.
"You don't seem too happy," Andrew answered.
"You tricked me!" Aisha snapped.
"Let's have a nice evening," Andrew asked rolling his eyes. Aisha huffed grasping onto his arm.
"This…is," Aisha muttered in shock.
"You like?" Andrew asked.
"And…what…you're a fool," Aisha growled.
"Then I'm the best fool you've ever been tricked by," Andrew laughed.
"And how much is this going to cost?" Aisha demanded.
Waltfeld chuckled, "You're not paying."
"We'll see at the end of dinner," Aisha huffed.
"I think the purple chrysanthemums didn't work," Andrew laughed as they followed the waiter to their table. Aisha could barely hold in a giggle as he pulled out a chair which she thought was for himself. She felt her stomach drop in surprise as he motion her to the chair. Awkwardly she sat down in the chair, feeling it scooch forward towards the table.
"Why are you doing this?" Aisha demanded.
"I'm a gentleman," Andrew answered. "I'm guessing all men tell you that. I'm a true gentleman."
"Y-Yes…why though?" Aisha asked quietly.
"Because you deserve to be treated well. I'll never mistreat you," Andrew answered.
"You're…You're a fool!" Aisha snapped trying not to give in to Waltfeld's advances.
"I don't care if we're both idiots," Andrew chuckled.
"Andrew…aren't you…joining the military soon?" Aisha asked.
"I'm already in. It's been about a year since I joined. But I don't want to talk about that. What about you little Ms. Aisha? What are you doing?" Andrew asked.
She rolled her eyes, "Same old same old. My mother wants me to get married."
"Marriage…you?" Andrew laughed.
"What's so funny?!" Aisha demanded.
"You don't seem like the type to get married right now. I mean, you've made it very evident that you don't want to be a relationship with anyone right now," Andrew answered.
"You never know when I may reconsider," Aisha purred seductively.
"Dad you seemed like an awkward teen," Amarante chuckled snuggling against him as she dozed off.
"Shush! And let me finish," Waltfeld ordered looking down at his tired daughter. He chuckled as she nodded off slowly. "Hey, I'll finish the story tomorrow. You need your rest."
"But I want to hear more!" Amarante whined sitting up in the hospital bed.
"REST first. I'll tell you more later," Waltfeld ordered sternly.