Sacha's POV
The next afternoon, I held onto my cellphone with shaking fingers as I dialed Christian's number. I brought the phone up to my ear and my heart beat increased with every ring.
"Christian." His voice came.
"H... hi, it's me. Sacha." I stuttered but managed to let out.
He remained silent, just listening, so I spoke again. "I've made up my mind and I accept your offer."
"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel like you're being forced or manipulated by me. I need this to be one hundred percent your choice." He explained.
"It is my choice." I quickly covered.
"Good. I'll see you in thirty minutes."
"Wait, you're coming to get me?"
"Yes." He responded before hanging up the phone.