His legacy or his love?

Ivan knocks relentlessly at our bedroom door but I refuse to acknowledge him. I need some time alone to think about what Martha revealed to me. Though I do not want to believe it, it still raises some questions. What if he’s really playing with me and that I’ve been falling into his trap all along. “Open this door right now, Catalina!” “I need to think!” I yell back through the closed door. “Whatever it is, let us talk about it first...Please.” Ugh, why is it so hard to resist? His pleading voice has got to me and is now tugging at the strings of my heart. I groan before heading back to the door and opening. Ivan makes his way in. He closes the door and presses me against it. “What did Martha say to upset you?” He asks. His hand is already reaching up to hold my chin. I see myself standing up on tippy toes and kissing his inviting lips but thankfully, I stop myself before I get into actions. This is not a time for romance. I push his hand back and see the confusion build up in his eyes