LOGINSophia’s POV“I am fine, Lily, I promise,” I sighed into the call, putting on my best straight face. I didn’t want her to be here, I didn’t want to sit in front of her and lie all over again.“I know you are fine, all I am saying is that, maybe we can do something together, it has been a minute since we all went out together, I miss that.” She muttered.Guilt tugged in my chest, every time, every damn time they did this, and each time, I always shut them down with one line.“Okay, we can do something, I just have to fix up a few things.” The words slid out easily as they have always done. A lie.She sighed, maybe she would call me out on my actions, “Okay, love you.” The call ended.“I am sorry,” I said, even when I knew she wasn’t on the call. With a headshake, I walked into the house, feeling the gloom wrap over me again. The walk had been slightly relieving, but walking back in here, I am reminded of what I was trying to forget.My stomach rumbled, reminding me that I hadn’t really
Marcus’s POVIt had been two days. Two whole days of hiding, working, acting like everything was fine, when in reality everything felt like a mess. Sebastian had been dropping messages, fixing meetings but to no avail, I had used the fashion season as an excuse to not see him.He knew. Or well he suspected, and he had been asking questions, subtle questions that I didn’t know anything about. They sounded innocent, but in reality, I was being interrogated.I rolled out of bed, “5:36 am.” I grunted, I was late, but today didn't feel like other days, I didn’t have the zeal to run, I was for lack of a better word, tired.Diane stirred beside me, “Hey, what time is it?” she grunted, her voice groggy from sleep.I touched her head, pressing a kiss to the side of her head, “It is still a little too early,” I whispered.She let out a yawn, stretching as she adjusted her pillow, “I am already up, besides, I think we should talk.”We should talk. Words every human hated to hear.“What do you w
Sophia’s POV I stared at his retreating figure, wondering what I was going to do to change it all. I had ruined everything—the friendship, the kindness and anything that would have come with him.I ruined it all. The words repeated at the back of my mind. I ruined it.My body trembled, sobs breaking out of me as I made my way up the stairs. I needed to fix this, but how? How was I going to change everything that I had said? He wasn’t even ready to look me in the eyes. Maybe I shouldn’t… no, not maybe. I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have said more than I should.My phone buzzed, startling me for a second. Was it Marcus? Did he want to talk? But when I stared at the name on the screen, I knew it wasn’t. I let out a huff, jumping on the bed as I buried my face in the pillow screaming out the pain that I felt.Lily. I didn’t want to tell her. All it would take would be one word and she would know that something was wrong.My eyes ached as I sobbed into the pillow, my ears
Marcus's POV Her words had become a vortex, but I had played a more damning role. I didn't shut her down, I played on her conscience, used my fears to harness her pain. I should let myself smile, and should be happy that I have ended this. But the truth still stood, she felt it, felt the little things that I felt. That was what made it feel strong, too hard to let go. It was easier to know that I had been the one with the thoughts, easier to fight everything, but now… My mind wandered back to the cute pyjama set she had been wearing, while she shared her feelings, she had been true and I was hiding in a mask, thinking of ways that I could kiss her, claim her before she could take her next breath. And now, knowing that she feels some things that I feel… I should be ecstatic, but I couldn't think about it. I couldn't let myself think about it. Was she crying? Was she hurt over what I had said? One person had to be logical, one person had to think, I was the one that had to think.
"Marcus's POV I forced my mind to stay on the pictures she displayed on her screen. She needed my advice not me lusting over what it feels like to have her scent fill my lungs. She smelled forbidden, and I couldn't bring myself to stop wanting to sniff more. "What do you think of this?" she asked, her voice low as she pointed to a picture of a couple sitting; the man had his hands wrapped around the woman, covering bits that shouldn't be seen by others. A possessive hold, that shows he owns her. Innocent, but my mind had switched out the couple and replaced them with Sophia and me recreating the picture. "Uh…" I cleared my throat, trying to fight back the image that wouldn't leave me. "This is nice…" "You think? You don't think it is too explicit for you?" Her tone dripped with worry as she looked at me. "No, it is perfect, capturing their vulnerability," I whispered. "He is her strength and she is the softness he needs, she defines him, he reforms her." She smiled. "You kn
Marcus's POV I forced my mind to stay on the pictures she displayed on her screen. She needed my advice not me lusting over what it feels like to have her scent fill my lungs. She smelled forbidden, and I couldn't bring myself to stop wanting to sniff more. "What do you think of this?" she asked, her voice low as she pointed to a picture of a couple sitting; the man had his hands wrapped around the woman, covering bits that shouldn't be seen by others. A possessive hold, that shows he owns her. Innocent, but my mind had switched out the couple and replaced them with Sophia and me recreating the picture. "Uh…" I cleared my throat, trying to fight back the image that wouldn't leave me. "This is nice…" "You think? You don't think it is too explicit for you?" Her tone dripped with worry as she looked at me. "No, it is perfect, capturing their vulnerability," I whispered. "He is her strength and she is the softness he needs, she defines him, he reforms her." She smiled. "You know, som
Sophia’s POV“I am still your mother, young woman.” I nearly laughed at the words, pressing my palm against my cheeks as I fought the tears burning the back of my eyelids. This woman didn't care about me. Why did I ever think she'd change? I felt Marcus' gaze burning through me, and it made it ha
Sophia’s POVThe moment I booked the flight, I only had one question sitting in my mind. Was this a mistake?Ever since I landed and gave the driver my mother's address, I couldn't control the uneasiness I felt under my skin. Heading back home might be the moment a lot of people have been dreaming
Sophia’s POVThe cake box burned against my palms as I shifted my weight from one leg to the other. I’d been standing here for minutes, wondering if coming unannounced to my boyfriend’s place was a good idea.The last week had been rocky—he was always busy, always with an excuse, cancelled dates at
SOPHIA’S POV“Damn it.” I cursed out loud, dropping the mug against the counter when the coffee burned my lips, nearly peeling off my skin. In Los Angeles, Jean once told me it was a sign of bad luck. And as I fumed over the fact that his name still surfaced in my mind, soft footsteps filled the ai







