Scarlett POV
He waved his hand dismissively, telling me to leave—but I didn't. I couldn't. Not after everything I just went through.
Keeping as much distance between us as possible, I murmured, "Mr. Grey… what about what I asked for? Won't you consider it?" My head was bent, fingers fidgeting nervously.
He didn't answer. Instead, he turned around and walked away. I lifted my gaze, trying to see where he was headed. He stopped in front of a drawing, slid it open, and pulled something out.
Holy shit.
A gun.
A freaking gun.
My hands flew to my mouth as I staggered backward, eyes widening in horror. Even though it looked smaller than a regular one, it still completely freaked me out.
He turned and walked toward me. I froze—my entire body turning cold and rigid, like stone.
I kept on moving backwards as he approached me, but he was able to catch up.
His tall figure intimidating.
