SEBASTIAN POV
“What are you talking about?” she asked, her voice laced with feigned innocence. I chuckled, amused by her attempt to play dumb.
“Don’t play games with me, Sasha,” I said, my patience wearing thin.
“I need to know if you are willing to marry me or leave the city for good.” I reminded her, my eyes boring into hers.
Sasha’s expression changed, and for a moment, I saw a flash of anger and defiance. But then, it was replaced by a look of resignation and fear. She knew she was trapped, and I could see the desperation in her eyes.
I leaned forward, my eyes locked on hers, my voice taking on a menacing tone.
I watched as Sasha’s face fell, her eyes clouding over with discomfort, as soon as I asked her the big question again.
I was sure she had been avoiding me all this time because she didn’t want to give me an answer, but now that I had her right where I wanted her, I was determined to get a response.
I stared at her, my eyes boring into hers, as if trying to search her very soul for the answer. But all I could see was the discomfort and evasion in her eyes. It was infuriating.
“Hmm, I will need some more time,” she said finally, her voice hesitant and uncertain.
I felt a surge of anger and frustration.
What was she talking about?
Did she think I would let her go now, again, to think about it some more? How many days did she need to think about one simple question?
I frowned, my face darkening with displeasure. “No way! I won’t let you think about it anymore. I need my answers now!” I replied, my voice firm and commanding.
Sasha sighed, her face falling into a frown, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to fall for her tricks. She was just trying to look pitiful and make me look desperate, but I wasn’t buying it.
Sasha would give me my answer today, no matter what it took.
“Please, I just need more time, just a little time. Maybe three days?” she requested, her voice pleading, but I scoffed. Three days? Was she kidding me?
“Three days? You’ve got to be kidding me, Sasha,” I responded, my voice laced with disbelief and annoyance.
“Okay, maybe two days? Or a day?” she pleaded, her eyes locked on mine, but I shook my head. My frown deepened, my patience wearing thin.
“Hello, no! I won’t give you two hours more to think about it, I’ve given you enough time to think about it. Tell me now, will you marry me or leave the country?” I asked, my voice husky with emotion, my eyes blazing with intensity.
Sasha sighed tiredly, her shoulders slumping in defeat, but I didn’t care. I was beyond reason, beyond patience. I just wanted my answer, and I wanted it now.
I won’t let her leave here without giving me my answer right now. She dare ask me for one more day?
Even when I have given her enough time to think, she really needs to be joking about that. I felt a surge of frustration and annoyance at her request.
“You know that is a really hard question to give you an answer without thinking about it really hard, so please give me some time,” she responded, her eyes pleading, but I just chuckled.
Sasha can be really funny, how hard could it be? She doesn’t need to think too much about it, just make a quick decision and that’s the end.
I shook my head, my expression skeptical. “There’s nothing hard in this, besides, I have given you enough time.
You’ve been running away from me, how am I sure you won’t try to elope if I let you think about it?” I asked, my voice laced with sarcasm and frustration.
Sasha looked at me with frowns visible on her face, I’m sure she was tired of my adamant nature, and I can tell she knows I won’t give in to anything she says until she picks an answer. She sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat.
“Fine, let me rethink for some minutes before I tell you my final decision,” she responded, her voice resigned, and sat upright, biting her lower lip as she stared down, thinking about her response to my question.
I smiled, feeling a sense of triumph. “Good!” I replied firmly, my eyes never leaving hers.
I watched her think, my mind racing with possibilities. I don’t know why she’s making all this fuss just to make a decision when we both know her answer to the question already.
There’s no way she would agree to marry me, she’s surely going to choose going out of the country.
I leaned back in my chair, my eyes fixed on her, my expression expectant. I was waiting for her answer, and I was determined to get it, no matter what it took.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my anticipation building. What would she choose? Would she agree to marry me, or would she choose to leave the country? I didn’t have to wait long to find out.
I watched Sasha sit silently, her eyes fixed on the floor, and I couldn’t help but think that she was stalling.
Marrying me was never going to be her answer, so why was she taking so much time to tell me her decision? I felt a surge of frustration and annoyance at her hesitation.
“She’s going to choose going out of the country, because why would she choose to marry me?” I asked myself, my mind racing with skepticism.
Who was she trying to pretend to? Me? No way. She didn’t need to think this hard when she already had the answer at the back of her mind all along.
I leaned forward, my eyes locked on hers, and interrupted her thoughts.
“Sasha, you don’t need to waste our time since we both know what your answer will be,” I said, my voice laced with sarcasm and frustration.
Sasha chuckled, a hint of surprise in her eyes. “What are you talking about? You know what I would pick?” she asked, trying to sound innocent, but I scoffed.
“Isn’t it obvious? We both know you will leave the country for good,” I responded, my voice firm and matter-of-fact.
Sasha stared at me, confusion etched on her face, but I knew she was just pretending.
“What?” she asked, trying to act surprised and clueless about what I was talking about.
But I wasn’t buying it. She failed woefully if she was trying to pretend, because it was not working.
She could hide her emotions for all I care and try her best to mask her feelings, but there was no way I would fall for that.
I leaned back in my chair, my eyes never leaving hers, and responded, “Promise me one thing.” Sasha sighed softly, her shoulders slumping in defeat.
“You didn’t even give me the chance to pick my answer, I thought you were so eager to know what my decision is? Now you don’t?” she asked, sounding a bit angry, probably because I had figured out what she was thinking before she could tell me herself.
I smiled, a cold, calculating smile. “I guess I figured out what you were thinking,” I responded, my voice dripping with sarcasm, and Sasha scoffed, her eyes flashing with annoyance.
But I didn’t care. I had her right where I wanted her, and I was determined to get the truth out of her, no matter what it took.