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Sebastian's POV:

Fuck fuck fuck. She can't know. She just can't. Not now. I can't have her leave me. Not now. Not ever.

"TELL ME NOW. SEBASTIAN I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO BELIEVE ANYMORE!" She just kept yelling and screaming. Falling apart in my presence. Hot tears of frustration kept running down her beautiful face that I adored so much. Grabbing her hair and throwing files at me. Her pain is ripping my heart out, but there's nothing I can do. I'm so sorry my baby. I'm being torn in two different directions.

"Please Anastasia. Please understand. I can't. Not now." I said, throwing my tie off and walking briskly to my office. She quickly followed behind me and slammed the door behind her.

"You told me you would explain, so explain! Tell me now! Am I just a fucking case study to you? Did you try to kill me that night in Club Erotica?!" She screamed in my face, looking into my eyes, searching for answers with the smallest amount of hope.

Of course I never wanted anything bad to happen to her. That's what I was trying to prevent but now she'll never believe me. I always ruin my chances. I should've told her from the start. I'm such a fucking idiot.

"I saw how you held that gun that night. I'm not fucking stupid!" She shrieked, grabbing my shirt. I can't let her get away from me. I love her too much. I need to calm her down and help her stay content with not knowing my true identity until the time is right.

"Please baby. I need you to understand. It's for your own safety! I need to know your details so I know how to protect you!" I said, sitting on my desk in-front of her, rubbing my forehead. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"B-but Sebastian, why can't you tell me what you do? What were you doing in Chicago?" She sobbed, emotionless now. "Does that mean you know what happened in my past?"

"Please. Not now! But yes, I know what your parents did to you and I know you had to run away from them." She looked taken aback. Her red puffy eyes looking at me. I hate yelling at her, but there's no other way. Shit what have I done.

She was balling, punching my chest while yelling my name in frustration and agony. I looked down at her as a single tear slid down my stressed face as well. We were both a mess.

Anastasia's POV:

I was so mad. My mind was a blur. I'm trying to understand him but it's so hard. He knows. He found out what I thought was buried forever. I was wrong.

But now, all I want is him. I need his touch. I need his comfort. I looked up to my love with my large eyes. We both stared at each other in silence for a few seconds until I melted into him. I couldn't help it. I tried to be strong and independent, to stand my own ground. But he's my home. I gave up trying to search for answers. As he said, he will tell me when the time is right. He will tell me his true identity, who he is. I just needed to trust him.

I leaned in as he slowly kissed me, delicately biting my lips. My mouth opened slightly, inviting his tongue into my mouth, asserting his dominance, yet showing his true love. He needed me too. Right now we were so against each other that we needed each other.

My mother always told me that when you're having an argument, it's you and your partner against the problem, not you against each other. How ironic considering what her and my father did. But in that moment, I knew that everything would work out. Everything would fall into place. I just had to put my complete trust into Sebastian and let him protect me. After all, that's just the way our relationship is.