Sasha’s POV

Where the hell was he?

I knew what it was that I had to do. I smiled as I picked up my phone and dialed his mother's line. I put on a good cry, amazed once again at how loved I would be if I had chosen to be an actress.

I sat on a couch, my eyes glued to the entrance as I counted slowly.

Five. Four. Three. He should be here anytime from now.

At exactly two minutes remaining for me to finish counting, he barged in just as I had hoped for, his face contorted with rage.

“What ...