Chapter 7

　　"What are you saying?" Anastasia spoke with confusion. She couldn't stay here with him. She had plans for herself and for her future. She wanted to be with her father. She wanted to go to college. She wanted to have a better job. 　　"I'm not giving you a choice," he stated seriously. His strong arms tightened around her so that she was pressed firmly against him. 　　"Let me go," she hissed through gritted teeth. But still, he didn't and she gave up. She surrendered in his embrace. Soon enough, she was finding herself falling asleep in his arms. The next thing she knew she was lying down on the large couch at the corner of his office. 　　Why did she feel so tired? 　　She sat up and stretched out her arms. She could see he was sitting behind his desk doing something. She wondered what he was doing. 　　Soon as she stood up on her feet, his eyes darted towards her. Seeing his stare on her bare legs, she instantly pulled down her shirt, shifting uncomfortable on her feet. 　　"Still sleepy?" he