SEBASTIAN’S POV
I swiftly left her alone in the bedroom, escaping the impending storm. The way she looked at me her eyes flashing with defiance warned me she had something to say, and I wasn’t in the mood to hear it. Her unyielding spirit irritated me, fueling my frustration.
She never listened to me, and that grated on my nerves. It’s why I’d attached that condition to the contract to ensure some semblance of control. But even with the contract, she barely acquiesced.
I wondered what would have happened if I hadn’t added that clause. Would she have disregarded me entirely?
Her stubbornness infuriated me. She wouldn’t even let me finish speaking before rejecting me outright. No amount of persuasion could sway her.
“So strong-willed and adamant,” I muttered to myself, shaking my head as I walked into the bathroom. “Never ready to listen, always doing as she pleases.”
Her independence rankled me, challenging my authority.
“Can’t she just do as I say?” I growled under my breath, feeling my annoyance boil over.
As I shut the bathroom door behind me, I could still sense her gaze on me. But I refused to engage, knowing a single glance would ignite another argument.
I took a deep breath, attempting to calm my racing thoughts.
I guessed she was contemplating whether to speak up or not. Turning back to look at her after walking away would only give her the opportunity to decide to voice her thoughts, and the last thing I wanted was another argument.
Not when I had narrowly escaped the previous one with my authority intact.
Relief washed over me, knowing I’d dodged another confrontation.
If I hadn’t made things clear that she must obey me, as her husband she would never have shut up and listened. Despite knowing the contract’s conditions, she still resisted.
Frustration simmered within me, recalling how I’d had to force her to go to the registrar.
She knew what she signed up for, yet consistently disobeyed and protested my every instruction.
“What’s so hard about doing what I ask?” I wondered, exasperation creeping in. “Is it like I’m asking her to face a wild animal or take someone’s life?”
Irritation flared, thinking about her reluctance to act like a wife.
“You choose to marry me, yet you don’t want to behave like my wife?” My mind reeled with incredulity.
“Who would believe we’re married without a certificate? Or if I live alone in this mansion, and my ‘wife’ resides elsewhere? Who would believe we’re married if we have separate bedrooms?”
Logic dictated our actions, but Sasha refused to listen.
Resentment simmered, knowing I had to constantly remind her of the contract.
“It just makes sense,” I muttered, shaking my head.
“It’s a one-year contracted marriage,” she’d always say, but I wanted more. I yearned for authenticity, for her to truly be my wife. The contract was just a piece of paper; I craved emotional connection.
As I stepped into the shower, the warm water cascaded down my body, soothing my tense muscles. I let out a deep sigh, releasing some of the frustration.
“She looks so innocent,” I thought, a smirk spreading across my face. Amusement danced in my chest.
I’d always seen Sasha as a gentle soul, pure and untainted. But her appearance was deceiving. Beneath that calm exterior lay a fortress of resolve.
I chuckled, surprised by my own thoughts. Who would have believed that this petite, angelic woman could ignite such emotions within me?
My initial assumptions had been shattered. I’d expected obedience, calmness, and gentleness, but Sasha was the opposite notorious, stubborn, and rebellious.
Yet, her contradictions fascinated me. She walked and talked like an angel, but beneath the surface, a spark of defiance burned.
“She’s a little devil,” I thought, excitement stirring within me.
Sasha kept me on my toes, challenging me at every turn. No one dared disobey me, but she did, and I found myself drawn to her audacity.
“I kind of like it,” I confessed to myself, perplexed by my own emotions.
My feelings for Sasha were a tangled web of love and frustration, admiration and annoyance. I both cherished and resented her stubbornness.
I hate repeating myself, but she makes me do that every time. Yet, despite the frustration, I don’t seem to dislike her. It’s really complicated, and I don’t want to think about it.
“Shit!” I muttered, annoyance flashing across my face as I realized I couldn’t find my hair wash. I always bring it with me to the bathroom, but in my haste to escape Sasha, I’d left it in the bedroom.
I turned off the shower, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around my waist, feeling a hint of irritation.
As I stepped out of the bathroom, I was met with Sasha’s gaze, her eyes locked onto me with unmasked desire. She looked like she was about to devour me whole.
Her eyes roamed from my head to my toes, lingering on my bare chest, and I could sense her admiration for my physique.
“Silly girl, does she have to make it so obvious?” I thought, amusement dancing in my chest.
Now she’s been caught, and she’s doomed.
“What are you doing? You like what you see?” I teased, jolting her out of her fantasy.
Sasha’s face flushed crimson, her embarrassment palpable.
“Tsk, poor Sasha,” I thought, a sly smile spreading across my face. “I won’t let her go so easily now.”