She huffed out a breathy grunt and tore her eyes from the window.
A trillion thoughts had been going through her head, making her sick.
Why on earth did she see him as unique and unlike all the other men and people she had ever come across?
He thought just like everyone else most especially like her dad. They were both fond of underestimating her, controlling me, and making choices for her even as an adult.
It always frustrated her just as it was now.
And what was even more frustrating was that she had no one to express herself to.
Everyone either had their life going smoothly or was busy with other things.
She felt all alone!
And if there was anything she had promised herself, it was that she would never be a burden or responsibility to anyone in any way.
Physically, financially, mentally... or even emotionally.
She stood up from the window and went towards her wardrobe.
She pulled out the pack of the sanitary pack and removed the medium-sized ziplock bag from it.
"Grazie a questo, non avrò pensieri cupi e potrò mantenere questa promessa fatta da me stesso, [Thanks to this, I won't be having dark thoughts and can fulfill this self-made promise]," she said to herself and swallowed three of the multi-colored pills.
She then quickly put everything back in her wardrobe and went back to the window sill.
And just in time, a few minutes later...
He entered her room and found her still in the same position. Except this time, her head was resting on her knees.
"Anaya..." "Go away!"
"Stop being..." "I said go away! I don't want to see or hear you!" She yelled without looking at him.
He released a sigh and went and sat in front of her on the sill.
"I'm sorry!" He apologized in a low tone. She stared at him skeptically for a while before saying,
"For what? Kidnapping me, caging me like a pet, blackmailing me with my father's life, treating me like 'your' child, making decisions for me..."
"I get it! I haven't been very nice and gentle to you, and I'm sorry for all of that. You aren't a child, you're a mature woman capable of defending herself from danger, making decisions for herself, and handling herself responsibly.
I'm sorry for treating you unfairly" he concluded reluctantly.
She turned her face aside adamant on accepting his apology.
"Your apology wasn't bad, but it still doesn't change anything. I'm still pissed and I want to be alone!"
He scrubbed his hand over his mouth and jaw in exhaustion, then suddenly stood up.
Without warning, he placed one hand on her back, another underneath her legs, and picked her up.
"Hey! What are you... Put me down!" she yelled, hitting his chest and throwing her legs about in an angry fit, but he didn't react but instead moved towards the door.
"This is the second time you are carrying me somewhere without my permission. I have legs and I can walk by myself. Put me down!"
At that moment, he dropped her to the ground.
She blew a large tuft of hair that had fallen over her eyes away and stared daggers at him.
He either didn't notice or chose to ignore it as he whistled ignorantly and picked up something from a drawer.
"Why do you keep doing that?" "What? Sweeping you off your feet and making your heart pound like hell?" he flashed a teasing grin.
A faint hue crept on her cheeks.
That was weirdly yet accurately correct.
She touched her heart, 'Era così rumoroso [Was it that loud]?'
"Relax, I only heard that because I was holding you so close. Let's get going!"
He reached for her hand, but she pulled it back.
"I'm not going anywhere with you! You've ruined my mood, now all I want is to go back to my room and snuggle into my exceptionally warm blanket while watching something to keep my mind off your infuriating face"
She began walking away, but he pulled her back and caged her on the wall.
"You don't even care to know where we're going?"
"I don't care. I'm not going anywhere with you tonight!"
His huge towering frame made her words hook in her throat. She took a large gulp as she realized how close their bodies were, and how thick his masculine scent around her was.
'Calmati e pensa! Non fare qualcosa di stupido. Vuole solo che ci arrendiamo così da poterci assaggiare e scaricarci[Calm down and think! Don't do something foolish. He just wants us to give in so he can taste us and dump us]'
"You're so adamant about letting this issue go" he stated huskily, staring at her with predatory and twisting a stray strand of hair around his finger.
He wedged his legs in between her thighs with a smirk and eyes still on hers.
He leaned down so low and close that he was breathing on her lips. For all she knew, they were probably sharing the same breath.
The position they were in was too compromising for her.
She needed to leave there, put some distance between them before she lost control... again!
But her body had other plans... Adrenaline was pumping through her veins, and she stood there rooted in anticipation to see what he would do.
"I've already apologized for that, you said that wasn't enough. So I'm taking you out to make it up to you"