SIENNA'S POV
"We both know the main reason you are here. Stop pretending."
I was still trying to recover from the shock and trying to fucking get myself out of the fucking confusion I had been thrown into when he decided that it wasn't enough.
He decided to fucking mess with my head once again—turn me into a crazy woman. The littlest bit of sanity left in my head, he made me lose it.
"I am fucking letting you stay here because of how much I want to taunt you!" His words rolled out of his mouth like he had no care in the world.
The way he spoke made me wonder if he really reasoned before he spoke. Did he really think of what to say before speaking?
Does he even listen to himself? Does he rethink and be like—"I don't think I should have said this"?
Does he, or is he just so cold and crazy?
Even if he had such cruel and wicked thoughts against me, shouldn't he keep them to himself?
I just could not tell if he was fearless or a crazy bastard who has no sense of reasoning.
"You are crazy!" I scoffed. There was no other reasonable word to explain the attitude he had displayed except craziness. It was the perfect word.
I knew there were no good intentions in his heart when he told me I could live here with him. I mean, we both hate each other—why the fuck would I think he suddenly grew a liking for me?
"Is he planning to kill me?" I had thought the moment Mom told me he had agreed to let me live with him, and when he had also tried to convince me to stay with him, that confirmed my thoughts.
He was fucking planning to kill me for sure—that was the real reason I tried to make a deal with him. But I had no idea that his intentions were much worse than death.
It would be better if he tried to kill me. That would be better. I would have preferred death to such godforsaken ideas he had in mind.
Only God knew what he had planned in his head to make sure my stay here was as frustrating as possible. I was sure he planned to make this place a living hell for me.
A beautiful hell!
"I know. Now go get some rest. I am very sure you would be needing it." He muttered, and I got chills on my skin.
I was utterly speechless as I stared at him blankly. I wasn't even fucking getting whatever picture he was trying to paint.
Did I sign up for torture with a sprinkle of care? I just couldn't understand—why was he giving me mixed feelings?
He was soft and caring at some points, making my heart beat a little bit faster—I wasn't sure if it was beating fast from anxiety or something more different.
And sometimes he was a fucking menace and threatened my life. What the fuck was he trying to do? Drive me nuts?
"You got to be kidding me, Theo!" I yelled, frustrated.
I had heard enough, and it was so fucking frustrating. I just could not take it anymore!
"Oh please, just stop fucking pretending. You and I know I have no good intentions for you." He mumbled, his voice strangely sending a weird feeling in my stomach.
I couldn't understand why his voice sounded so fucking sexy even when the words he said were so fucking infuriating. I was pissed off, yet I could not say anything.
He strolled towards me lazily, his gaze locked on me like I was some kind of prey—my eyes caught the devilish smile curved on his lips, and my heartbeat stopped.
My breath was seized, and for a moment I forgot how to breathe. He stopped only an inch away from me. He was so close that I could smell his scent.
His scent—that smell of the sea in the spring of May. It filled my nose, sending a cold shiver down my spine. It was so intoxicating that it took everything in me not to grab him by the collar and inhale that scent of his.
My pulse pumped and my heart pounded as he leaned closer to me. I inhaled that sweet scent of his—and I fought the urge to close my eyes and take in the scent.
"Fuck! Snap out of it!" I warned the beast trying to take over me.
Why the fuck was I fantasizing about him?
"What are you doing?" I stammered, the words struggling to come out of my mouth.
Just because of one action, I had suddenly lost my breath, my voice, my ability to construct my words, and for fuck's sake, I lost my sense too.
"We both know I hate you. You don't think I would change overnight, right? Stop pretending like you have no idea, okay?" His voice was husky and rough.
More like he was playing with my head—a crazy game I just could not understand.
"Of course." I muttered with a soft chuckle, and he scoffed.
"Be good, and bye again."
These were his last words before he walked out of the room, leaving me trying to process what had just happened.
There was no way I was going to stay here for long—I was damn sure about that. I needed to fucking get out of here as soon as possible.
I needed to leave if I had any plans to live any longer. I wouldn't want to spend my life in endless torture in the hands of this bastard.
I had no idea how he could get into my head and how his words were capable of making me go nuts, but I was not planning to find out either—I needed an escape route as soon as possible.
"I fucking need to leave!" I muttered as I sat on the huge bed, completely drained.