Chapter 17. Marriage

He stood up from his chair after listening to her words and slowly made her way towards her. Her heart skipped a beat, seeing him coming towards her, confirming her it's not a bad dream, this all was happening and this was reality.

He stood by her chair and slowly bring his hand close to her face to which she flinched as an instinct. He ignored it and slightly grazed the back of his finger on her white cheek.

"No, senorita, it's not a dream," he huskily said.

"And you are running out of your time," he retreated his hand back and dipped it inside his pocket.

Now she knew she has no place to go. She can't outrun him. Never in even an alcoholic state, she would let anyone touch her. No, he cannot allow him to rip his innocence away before marriage. She will kill herself with her own bare hands if something like that happened. By hook or by crook she will have to do as he says. The cards are in his hands. She has no authority over anything.

"I will... will