Chapter 4

SASHA'S POV

"It's either you leave this city and go very far away making sure to never return, or you stay back and..." He was saying but I couldn't let him finish.

“Please show some mercy, I can't leave the city. I have so many things to do here," I busted out worriedly. I couldn't leave the city when my father was still in the hospital.

"I'm not done yet, Sasha," Sebastian said to me.

Leaning his back against the couch. I kept quiet and waited to hear the other option. I believe I heard something like staying back in the city.

"It's either you leave the city or you stay back here as... my contract wife for one year," He concluded.

"What?!" My eyes grew wide at his second choice.

“Stay back and be his wife? No way!” I remarked.

Deep inside me, I felt being his wife was something that would be profitable to me, because I would get to spend time with him. Like, have a taste of this man who had been making me wet from the moment we met.

But again he is a dangerous figure, so it would put my life in danger. I thought.

"Now, choose the one you want. I want your answer," Sebastian said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I stared at him, before lowering my gaze down on the floor. These choices are terrible. I don't even know which one to choose.

"I'm waiting," His voice came in. Causing me to lift my gaze back at him again.

"Sir, this... this is so sudden and too much for me to bear. I can't give you my decision immediately," I said, trying to avoid too much eye contact with him, my mind wanted me to become his contract wife, as my body wanted to have a taste of him.

But I won't make that mistake.

I watched him puff out a smoke from his mouth, before asking, "So, what's your decision?" He asked me.

"I beg that you please, give me some time to think about this. Allow me to return home first and put in some thoughts on this. I... I'm unable to think straight now," I said, pleased with him.

Sebastian was silent. He didn't take in his cigar. I was worried that he wouldn't allow me to leave. With my hands coming together, I assured him that he'd get his response back from me.

"I want my answer now. I'm not interested in how long it takes you to think. Some people make their choices in seconds without waiting for hours or days to choose. You should be like them." Sebastian refused my request.

I had to keep on pleading with him to let me return home and think about the choices he has brought before me. And finally, he agreed to my request. "Thank you," I said.

"Fine then. You can go home and think about it," He said, signaling three of his boys.

I was lifted up from the ground and standing on my feet again. I felt relieved at last. I'm not going to die, but I'm still in a mess.

"My boys will follow you back to your place," Sebastian said, rising up from his couch and standing before me.

"There's no need for that. I can find my way home once I get to the highway," I suggested, finding the idea of his men following me, not good.

But Sebastian insisted that they go with me over to my place. I wanted to hesitate once again, but the way he glared at me, kept me shut, that I had to accept his decision. "Alright, they can come with me," I agreed.

"Good," Sebastian said.

He turned his back at me, facing his couch, while the three he hired to go along with me, came closer. They signaled me to move, and I obeyed.

I turned around, walking straight , but hestopped me. “Note, I will be sending my boys to you in three days, so do well to make you decision within that three days,” he told me.

“Okay, I will do my best,” was my response before going out through the entrance of the mansion, with these men following me from behind.

"Get in," One of the men ordered me. I said nothing, but just got into the car, which turned out to be mine. One sat with me at the back, and the second at the front. The third had gotten into a different car, which was behind mine.

They started the car and drove out slowly from the premises. My eyes took one more glimpse at this large mansion. I spotted Sebastian at the entrance, looking right at me, still with that cold expression of his. I turned my eyes away, until the car was out and on the road.

We arrived at my residence. I got out of the car with these men, as they handed me my car key without saying anything. They waited for me to get into my house, just to see if indeed it's my home. I did as they wanted. Once I was in, they got into their car and left.

As soon as they were gone, I could breath out again. I rushed to the kitchen and had two glasses of water. My heart kept pounding, thinking of what I went through. I was shivering.

I sat down on the kitchen floor, trying to get myself full. But my mind went to Carter's choices. "What if he comes here tomorrow for an answer? Now that his men know where I live, they'll surely bring their boss here. No, I can't do it," I panicked.

I can't get married to a cold hearted murderer like him and I also can't think of leaving the city either.

I mean my father is still in the hospital, and I grew up in this city with my father. He's the only family I have. "I am not going to be the wife to a killer, nor will I leave my father for another city," I decided.

But what would I do now? This question popped into my head, as I remain seated lost in my thoughts.