Novels by CarolinaFSL

SOFIA JOHNSON“No... no...” I mumble, staring at the photos, seeing the likes and comments growing more and more on each post.I turn, finding Lucas’s cold gaze on me.“How could you, Sofia?!” he yells, his face red, eyes bloodshot with rage. “With my father?! You slept with my father!”I swallow hard, my hand trembling as I hold the phone. I feel Dante’s heavy gaze on me, ready to step in, but I don’t let him. Not this time.I turn to Lucas, the anger burning stronger than the shame.“You have no right to accuse me of anything!” I scream, pointing a finger at his face. “You’re the one who cheated first, Lucas! Over and over again!”He steps back, surprised, but I don’t stop there. The words pour out like venom, sharp.“Do you want me to say the names? Clara, Giovana, Nicole... Need more? Because I know everything, Lucas. I’m not stupid. I just got tired of being betrayed by you.”Lucas loses his breath, unable to answer. Dante steps forward, grabs the phone from my hand roughly, star

SOFIA JOHNSONI’m still thinking about Dante’s words when Lucas intertwines his fingers with mine and leads me toward his car.He smiles, opens the car door for me, and soon we are driving down the silent road.When we approach my building, he stops the car and turns to me with expectation in his eyes.“Did you like meeting my parents?” he asks, almost nervous.My heart races, and for a second I think about telling the truth, about screaming that dinner was hell. But I take a deep breath and lie, keeping my voice steady:“Yes… they were very kind.”A lie. His mother hates me and his father… his father knows every inch of my body.“I’m glad you liked them.”He parks in front of my door and turns off the car.“Sofia… I want to ask you something.”“Lucas, I…” I begin, but he interrupts me, leaning closer.“Give me another chance. Please.”My body stiffens. He looks at me with eyes full of regret, but none of it erases the image of him with another woman, nor all the times he betrayed me.

SOFIA JOHNSONNo.It can’t be him.But it is.The man I slept with.The most dangerous man in the country who controls an entire mafia.Dante.I stay seated when I see his blue eyes looking at me.I see the surprise on his face. He didn’t know who I was either.“Dad, this is my girlfriend, Sofia,” Lucas says proudly, as if presenting a newly won trophy.I stand up, taking a few steps.“Pleasure to meet you,” Dante says.“Pleasure is mine,” I say, forcing firmness into my voice.I extend my hand. I should pull back, but I can’t.He holds my fingers firmly, and the electric current running through my body reminds me exactly of what we did. His gaze remembers it too.Lucas frowns.“Sofia, are you okay?”“Of course,” I lie, squeezing his hand even tighter, as if trying to prove I’m perfectly comfortable.He doesn’t blink.He doesn’t let go first. Only when Lucas’s mother speaks does the grip break.“Let’s continue with dinner,” she says in a tone that admits no objections.We sit down. I

SOFIA JOHNSONWhen I open my eyes again, I see the sunlight streaming through the curtains.My whole body is sore, but not in a bad way — it’s that good feeling of used muscles, touched skin, and marks from a night of intense sex.My memory comes back, and I widen my eyes as I remember everything.My God.I had the best sex of my life with a man who’s probably twice my age.I blink a few times, trying to shake off the memory of how he held me, how he seemed to know exactly what to do, as if he could read me from the inside.This is not the time to think about that.He’s still asleep, lying on his side, his hair messy and his chest rising and falling slowly.It’s strange to see someone who was so intense yesterday be so calm now.I decide to leave without making a sound.I get up slowly, look for my clothes scattered on the floor, and get dressed as quietly as possible.I grab my bag and head for the door, already planning to disappear before he notices.“Do you always sneak out in the

SOFIA JOHNSONThe man appears in front of me completely naked.He is tall and muscular, with black hair streaked with a few strands of gray. He must be at most around 45 years old.There are several tattoos on his arms and back.Water droplets slide down his body, and I lift my head before I end up looking at his dick.He stops, surprised, and stares at me."Who the hell are you?" His voice is deep, firm, but I detect a hint of astonishment.“I’m pretty sure I didn’t hire a prostitute for tonight. Is this a free service from the hotel?”My eyes widen, and only then do I realize I’m standing there in nothing but lingerie.My body reacts before my mind — I try to cover as much as possible with my hands, which obviously doesn’t work."I... I didn’t know there was anyone here!" I stammer, stepping back. "This room is mine!"He frowns."Yours? I booked this room yesterday.""That’s a lie. Reception gave me the key and I—" I try to keep my composure, but my face is burning. "You’re the one

SOFIA JOHNSONI see my boyfriend's car parked a few streets away from my house.I recognize that music anywhere, because it’s exactly the playlist Lucas always plays in his car.It’s his car. Pulled over on the curb, engine running, windows fogged, and… movement inside.I stop my car and start walking closer, then I wipe the glass and manage to see Lucas sitting in the driver’s seat kissing a blonde girl sitting on his lap.His hands are on her chest as he fuck her.I blink, seeing that they don’t know I’m here yet.I knock on the window. Once. Slowly.They freeze.She widens her eyes, pulling her skirt down.He turns his face toward me, and at that moment I expect to see regret, guilt, anything. But what I find is surprise."Sofia..." He opens the door, stepping out hurriedly and pushing the girl away from him."It’s not what you think. I can explain."I cross my arms, raising an eyebrow."I don’t want to hear it, Lucas."He blinks, as if the coldness in my voice is more offensive th