53. Lack of Self-Control

"Right. You can't trust a man." I say with a bitter voice possible, directly looking into his eyes.

He let out a hiss, "Sanaya, stop thinking so low of me. I'm not...I can't..." He sighs in defeat, "Let's get back to home. It's late."

He grabs my hand. I instantly pull it back, "I said I won't go with you." I grit, "Get out of my sight. I hate to even look at you."

He furrows his brows, definitely getting infuriated with my stubbornness, "Sanaya, you're making me angry now. Don't provoke me." He says in a threatening tone.

I can't believe party is going outside and here I'm arguing with Ashar in some closed bedroom.

"It's not working. I told you I'm not scared of you."

He goes to my side, "I didn't say that to scare you." He steps further and stands just behind me.

Confusion grows in me. "What are-" I stop when I feel he touches my hair and slide them aside.

"I said it so that..." Then I feel his lips on the area which