It would've been a lot more awkward had she succeeded in picking someone up that night, having gotten hot and cold from Emmet these past few weeks. But the guys at the bar Giselle had liked initially hadn't turned out that nice, some had even turned her down, her pickiness having not gone anywhere despite her drunken state, as she staggered out of the Uber perhaps 30 seconds earlier than Emmet's Uber pulled up in front of their apartment building.
Giselle cursed under her breath at the sight of him. Why did they always have such matching timing, why couldn't the universe just work differently sometimes!
"Hey, do you need any help there?" Emmet offered, generously, seeing her look through her purse for her keys. Despite having spent the past few hours feeling sorry for himself, in the drive back he had indeed realized that he deserved to go either tonight or tomorrow and talk to Giselle. She wasn't insignificant in his eyes, but he too was terrified of this possibly being something...
"I'm fine!" Giselle objected, pushing him away. The fact that she was angry wasn't as obvious, as mostly she just looked drunk, not so drunk she wouldn't know where she was or whom she was with, but enough that it showed in her step.
"I gather the concert was fun," Emmet replied, almost as if nothing was amiss. He'd turned her down, having had other obligations - but she hadn't exactly taken it as just that.
"Why do you care?!" Giselle huffed at him, catching him by surprise.
"Just asking...," Emmet said calmly, and opened the building door for her with his key card, seeing that the concierge must've popped to the back for his break.
"Well whatever!" Giselle mumbled, self protection mechanisms kicking in, and she crossed her arms in front of her.
"I'm sorry I wasn't around this week... I had a rough week," Emmet said, trying to think what this must've been about, but remained clueless of how much turning her down that one time had actually hurt her.
"Well you seemed to be enjoying your family-appointed dinner date tonight," Giselle scoffed, as they stepped into the elevator. She was sure things like that were thrown at him because Emmet hadn't told anyone about her - like she was this shameful little secret. Big grown man, dating a 21-year-old.
"My date?" Emmet frowned, finally realizing how she must've known from the Instagram pictures his sister had posted. "It was just dinner at my sister's," Emmet explained, not liking the sound of these accusations.
"Yeah, whatever.., you can date whoever you want! I don't care," Giselle mumbled, impatiently, waiting for the elevator to reach her floor.
"What?!" Emmet exclaimed, cluelessly, needing to correct his volume as they reached her floor. Instead of just letting her walk out of there, however, he followed her.
"I, on the other hand, spent the last couple of hours chatting up guys. There were some really nice ones too...," Giselle said, sounding like she was boasting.
"Couldn't find someone to hook up with though. Big surprise - nobody wants me!" She pretended to cheer, fluctuating between keeping her voice down and a little louder than would've been polite in the hallway.
Emmet looked more confused than ever. What had happened in the meanwhile that he didn't know about?
Giselle unlocked her door but as the door fell open she remained lingering on her doorway as if there was something to say.
"Now shoo! Just go! I don't want your pity or whatever," Giselle said, rather rudely.
"Gi.. come on," Emmet urged. But as something in her face turned cold Emmet became afraid she would just tell him to go, tell him even more clearly that they were done without even giving him a good reason. He knew they needed to talk but in that moment all he wanted and knew to do was try to dissolve her bad mood. He wanted to tell her in any way, with or without words, she would listen to how much he wanted her.
His lips landed onto hers bruisingly, pushing her against the doorframe, his hands going around her hips demandingly.
Giselle was essentially just allowing this to happen - after all that was what her entire body had wanted all through the evening - she'd wanted someone to want her. But she wasn't making it terribly easy for him either. Their kisses grew erratic, avoidant at times, fierce even like instead of kissing him back softly she rather tugged his lip, deciding to stay pouty and angry. The word 'no' wasn't leaving her lips, but internally it was a close battle with what she really wanted.
"Whatever it is... you found someone to hook up with, alright?" Emmet hissed, almost thinking it was the excitement of it that she'd been talking about. He too was mad at her for even having been out searching for a hook up - that was not what they'd agreed on. And he was feeling strangely possessive in that moment, his own intoxication scattering his thoughts as well.
He moved her away from the doorframe, his hand into her hair, moving her mostly by her head like that, and slammed the door shut behind them with a loud bang which must've at least woken some neighbors. Giselle let her jacket fall to the floor.
His hold on her body was strong, possibly bruising - and reactions weren't a lot better - meaning to punish him.
