Paul whispered in my ear, "I won't let my doll betray me or leave my side."
I took a deep breath and said to myself, 'I'm just tired of your paranoia, Paul. Why can't you trust what I'm saying?'
"I swear you will never see me again if you force me now," I said.
"Elena," Paul said, clutching my jaw in his palm, "You belong to me. I'm not bothered by your swearing. I'll find you if you hide underneath the dirt."
Our gazes met each other. Our hot breaths mingled with each other. I could hear his breathing. His fragrance was so strong that it could intoxicate anyone. But when Paul was on the verge of kissing me at precisely that time, someone knocked on the door.
"Who's that?" Paul asked, covering my mouth with his hand. No one responded, but I kept banging on the door.
'God, thank you!
