"I'm not your puppet. I have my own life to live, my own choices to make, my own..." Sarah trailed off, suddenly aware of the dangerous path she was walking down.
"My own what?!" The President demanded, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. Sarah could swore she saw him raising his right hand on her, this made her shudder as she closed, fear evident on her face.
"What are you doing...?" Sarah heard his husky voice few seconds later. "What's with your reaction? Why do you suddenly look so scared?"
"What...?" She blurted out, snapping her eyes open almost immediately. She was confused seeing his brows creased and his hands by his sides. Did he not raised his hand a moment ago — to hit her? Was she imagining things? "Wasn't your hand..."
"What happened to my hand?" He inquired as he ex
