SEBASTIAN’S POV
“You better pick up this time, Roland,” I muttered to myself, frustration and desperation simmering beneath the surface.
The phone rang on, and I waited, my patience wearing thin.
I just couldn’t help it but wonder why Roland would be doing something like that when I needed to this information so badly. I was surely not going to be friendly with Roland once I see him. I thought within me, as my frustrations grown by the minute.
I was thinking of what next to do as Roland wasn’t taking his calls, or making any attempt to return but call when my bedroom door swung open.
My face contorted in outrage. Who dared to barge in without knocking?
Irritation and anger flared, and I ended the call, as I was dialling Roland contact again, my finger jabbing at the screen.
How dare they interrupt me? Didn’t they know I needed solitude to calm my racing thoughts?
My mind seethed with indignation. What was their problem? Couldn’t they see I was on the brink of explosion?
“How dare you walk into my room unannounced? Who the hell do you think you are?” I thundered, my voice husky and laced with fury.
My eyes blazed with anger, and my face felt hot.
But then, my gaze locked onto the figure standing before me.
Roland.
My anger deflated, replaced by shock and relief.
“I’m sorry,” Roland said, his voice laced with contrition.
My expression softened, and I felt my tension ease.
“I had no idea it was you,” I said, my voice still gruff from unchecked emotion.
Realization dawned no one would dare enter without permission.
My annoyance dissipated, replaced by gratitude that Roland had finally appeared.
He’s finally here! Relief washed over me, followed by a wave of frustration. Where the hell had he been all this while, ignoring my calls and texts? Didn’t he see any of them?
Indignation simmered beneath the surface. How could he disregard my attempts to reach him?
I cleared my throat, trying to compose myself, and dropped my phone aside. Roland didn’t seem to notice I’d been holding it, and I was grateful. I didn’t want him to see how desperate I’d been to find him.
“Why the hell have you been ignoring my calls ,” I said, trying to sound calm. “Where have you been?”
Roland nodded, his expression neutral. “On an errand.”
My frown deepened. An errand? That’s why he’d ignored my calls?
Skepticism and annoyance flared. What errand could be so important that he couldn’t spare a moment to answer my calls?
I bit back the urge to demand details, not wanting to sound too inquisitive. But I couldn’t let his disregard go unchallenged.
“What errands have you been, that made you ignore my calls?” I asked, my patience wearing thin.
“I have been doing what you sent me to do all day,” was his response.
“And is that a good reason to ignore my calls?” I asked him, while he kept calm immediately. “I’ve been trying to reach you all day!”
My voice rose, and I struggled to suppress the anger building inside me. The frustration of being ignored, the worry, and the relief of finally seeing him it all threatened to boil over.
He looked at me with wide eyes, his expression shocked and bewildered. I frowned, incredulous.
“Why does he seem so surprised?” I thought. “Wasn’t he intentionally ignoring my calls?” These thoughts filled my head.
“I had no idea you called; I didn’t hear the phone ring,” Roland said, his voice laced with confusion.
My frown deepened, exasperation simmering. “How could he not hear it?” I wondered. “Was his phone on silent, or did he have ear problems?”
“What do you mean, Roland?” I asked, my tone firm but laced with frustration. “Do you know how many times I’ve tried to reach you today? Your phone kept ringing, but there was no response. Are you telling me you didn’t hear it ring all those times?”
Roland’s brow furrowed, confusion and surprise etched on his face.
I chuckled lightly, amusement momentarily displacing my irritation. I dialed his number on my phone, and it began to ring.
“Can you see that? It’s ringing from here,” I said, showing him the screen.
Roland’s eyes widened. “But I’m not getting any call on my phone,” he protested, patting his pockets.
His frown deepened as he frantically searched for his phone, realization dawning.
I sighed softly, a mix of relief and amusement washing over me. “No wonder he hadn’t responded,” I thought.
Roland’s distress grew, his usually composed face etched with worry.
“So, your phone isn’t with you?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, incredulity and amusement dancing in my voice.
Roland’s frown deepened, his eyes clouding with concern. “I have no idea,” he replied, frustration etching his features.
I watched, mildly entertained, as he patting down his pockets, searching for the elusive phone.
“Where is my phone?” he muttered to himself, his brow furrowed in distress.
I scoffed, shaking my head, and ended the call, placing my phone back on the table.
Relief washed over me; with Roland standing before me, I could finally get the answers I sought.
“The good thing is, he’s here now,” I thought, gratitude tempering my earlier frustration.
“Enough, Roland,” I called out, snapping him back to attention.
He was lost in thought, no doubt racking his brain for his phone’s whereabouts.
“Yes, sir,” Roland responded promptly, composing himself.
He stood patiently, awaiting my next words.
My mind refocused on the pressing issue. “Now, tell me, what is Sasha’s decision?” I asked, anticipation and urgency underscoring my words.