To my face, they were all polished and respectful, treating me as an equal, but behind my back, they reduced me to dust.
I had always wondered why the handsome and wealthy Archer fell for me at first sight and pursued me so aggressively. I felt insecure, so I instinctively tried my best to be nice to them.
Now, I realize this approach was a mistake; the more you try to please, the less respect you receive.
After the gathering, I drove Archer back to his place. The night was calm and serene, and I felt like nothing more than a free nanny, errand runner, and driver.
Why should I tolerate this?
Returning to his upscale apartment, Archer took off his coat, intending to shower, but I stopped him, holding up the shopping receipt. "Archer, the money for the cake and cigarettes we bought today, give it to me."
I wanted to grab the money and leave quickly to gather my thoughts.
Archer responded indifferently, "In a bit."
He brushed past me towards the bathroom. I blocked his path again, insisting, "Give it to me, it's late, I need to go home."
Archer raised an eyebrow in annoyance. "Can you stop being such a downer every time? Always asking for money, it's embarrassing and tacky!"