—Natasha's POV—
“And don’t worry if you get pregnant with my child,” he spoke again. “I’ll marry you.”
“What,” I shouted at him. “But I don’t want to marry and I’ll never marry you.” I tried to hit him, but he quickly grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head.
“It has nothing to do with your will. If I love you, then you have no other option to love me back. I’m not like your stupid boyfriend who ditched you after 5 years dating." he leaned in to kiss my forehead. “And if you get pregnant, I’ll take full responsibility, but I’ll never force you to marry you.” He said in a firm voice and turned the shower off.
“Good night,” he said and about to leave but stopped at the door of my room. “Stay away from my brother, it's a last warning for you if you don’t want to see my real face.
