Sophia’s POV
“No…” I answer and shift toward him.
His eyes drop to my feet, then shift back to my eyes, holding my gaze with a seriousness that I don’t think I want to defy.
Curling my toes and clenching my fists, I stay put. “I didn’t mean it. Please… Alexander, I’m sorry.”
He exhales, uncrosses his arms to glance at his watch, then crosses his arms again. “We’ve got time… we’re not moving from here until you tell me how you think I’m treating you.”
Tears fill my eyes afresh.
What have I done?
“Don’t cry, Love… Don’t cry, okay?”
I nod with eagerness as I catch my tears with the handkerchief.
He’s still calling me ‘Love’, maybe he’s not mad.
“You’ve only given me one broad instance… I need specifics… why would you say I don’t listen to what you want… and I make you feel like yo
