Kael's expression grew serious as he sat down on the bed beside me, his hand reaching out to take mine. "Sophia," he said, his voice firm yet filled with tenderness. "The party is canceled for tonight. We'll talk tomorrow, I promise."
He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. The warmth of his body was comforting, his touch soothing my frazzled nerves. His eyes searched mine, and for a moment, I saw the man beneath the dominant exterior—vulnerable, conflicted, and genuinely concerned for me. "Just rest now," he said, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand. "You've had a long day, and we both need some sleep." I nodded, exhaustion overtaking my body like a thick blanket. He lay down beside me, his muscular frame dominating the space but offering a surprising comfort. I felt his warmth envelop me, his heart beating a steady rhythm against my side. He pulled the covers over us, his hand still entwined with mine. The softness of the bed was everything i needed. As my eyes grew heavy, I couldn’t shake the feeling that our conversation was unfinished, but the pull of sleep was too strong. The last thing I heard was Kael's gentle whisper, "Everything will be okay, baby." And with that, I allowed myself to drift off, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I awoke to the feeling of Kael’s arm around my waist, his breathing steady and calm. For a brief moment, I felt a sense of peace, but as reality set in, my heart began to race. What had happened last night? Did I really say those things? Did he? The sound of a knock at the door shattered the quiet, and I bolted upright, my eyes wide with fear. Kael stirred beside me, his grip tightening before releasing as he mumbled something incoherent. My heart pounded as I slid out of bed, the cold floor sending a jolt through my body. The knock came again, more insistent this time. I rushed to the door, my hand trembling on the knob. As I pulled it open, the sight of Kael's father standing there made my stomach drop. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes narrowed as he took in the disheveled state of the room. "Good morning, Miss Sophia," he said, his voice calm and measured. "G-good morning, sir," I stammered, bowing my head as respectfully as I could. His smile was polite, but his gaze was sharp, and I could feel it cutting through me. "Is everything okay?" "Good morning," he replied, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. His eyes flicked over to the rumpled bed and the discarded clothes on the floor before landing on Kael, who was still sound asleep. "It seems like quite the evening," he said, his voice holding a hint of amusement. My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I frantically tried to smooth down my hair and cover myself with the towel. "I-I'm sorry, sir," I stuttered, feeling a mix of panic and shame. "I didn't mean for—" Mr. Logan held up a hand, silencing me. "No need for apologies," he said calmly. "I've seen enough to understand what happened here." His eyes lingered on me for a moment, a knowing look that made me want to crawl into a hole and disappear. "I'm sure you two have much to discuss," he added, his voice still laced with amusement. "But right now, we need to get ready for breakfast. Your presence is required in the dining room in half an hour." With a final nod, he turned and left the room, leaving me standing there, feeling more exposed than ever. The shame of his gaze was still there, and I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of embarrassment. My heart was racing, and my hands were shaking as I closed the door behind him. I glanced back at Kael, still sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the conversation that had just taken place. I took a deep breath, closing the door after Mr. Logan left. My heart was still racing, and I turned to look at Kael, who was now stirring awake. His messy hair and relaxed expression made him look softer, and for a moment, I forgot the panic from a few seconds ago. But reality hit again, and I hurried over to him. “Kael, wake up,” I said softly, shaking his shoulder. His eyes fluttered open, and he gave me a lazy smile. “Morning,” he mumbled, his voice groggy. “Kael, your father was just here,” I said quickly, my voice shaking. “He told us to be ready for breakfast in half an hour.” At that, his eyes snapped fully open. “My father?” he asked, sitting up straight. His tone was sharper now. “Yes,” I nodded, fidgeting with my fingers. “He saw everything… the room, us—everything.” Kael ran a hand through his hair, muttering something under his breath. “Alright, I’ll handle it,” he said, swinging his legs off the bed. “I’ll take a quick shower.” I watched as he grabbed some clothes and headed into the bathroom. The sound of the shower running filled the room, and I tried to calm my nerves. I smoothed out the sheets on the bed, but my mind was spinning with thoughts about how Mr. Logan must have judged me. After a few minutes, Kael walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair damp and water droplets sliding down his chest. He looked at me and smiled. “Your turn,” he said, nodding toward the bathroom. “I’ll go in a minute,” I said, avoiding his gaze. Kael frowned, stepping closer. “No, Sophia. Go now. We don’t have all day.” “I’m fine,” I started, but before I could finish, he cupped my face and kissed me. The kiss was firm but gentle, and it left no room for arguments. When he pulled away, his voice was soft but firm. “Go take a shower, baby. I’ll wait.” My face felt hot as I grabbed some clothes and hurried into the bathroom. The warm water washed over me, and I tried to steady my breathing. By the time I came out, I felt calmer. I quickly got dressed in a simple dress and tied my hair back. Kael was waiting by the door, fully dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark pants. He looked every bit like the confident man I first met, but his smile softened when he saw me. “Ready?” he asked. I nodded, and we headed to the dining room together. As we walked, I glanced at him nervously. “What do you think your father will say?” Kael shrugged, his hand brushing against mine. “Don’t worry about him. I’ll handle whatever he has to say.” “But—” I started, and he gave me a sideways look. “Sophia, trust me,” he said firmly. “You’re with me now. That’s all that matters.” His words calmed me, and I felt a small smile tug at my lips. We reached the dining room, the heavy doors looming in front of us. Kael pushed them open, and I braced myself for whatever was waiting inside.Sophia woke up slowly, her head pounding from the night before. The sunlight streaming through her window felt too bright, and she squinted, trying to remember everything that had happened. She recalled dancing, laughing, and meeting Daniel. A faint smile crept across her lips as she remembered how he’d helped her get home, his steadying hand on her arm, his genuine kindness. She felt grateful for his presence last night, especially when she’d needed a distraction from everything at work.Pulling herself up, she reached for her phone to check the time, wincing as her headache intensified. It was nearly noon. She rarely slept in so late, but the exhaustion from last night’s clubbing and drinking had hit her harder than she realized. With a sigh, she decided to head to the kitchen to make herself a strong cup of coffee.As she waited for her coffee to brew, her thoughts drifted back to Alexander. She still felt confused about his recent behavior. One moment, he was distant and cold, and
Sophia shut her apartment door, dropping her bag on the floor with a heavy sigh. The day’s events at work replayed in her mind—the unexpected coffee break with Alexander, the argument with Jess, and the confusing feelings that had been stirred up by everything. She felt mentally drained, but a restless energy buzzed beneath her skin. She needed to get out, to clear her head and forget about everything for just one night.Without thinking twice, she made her way to her closet and pulled out a black dress that hugged her figure perfectly. It was one of those outfits she saved for special occasions—a dress that made her feel confident and bold. Tonight felt like the perfect excuse to put it on.Once she was dressed, she did a quick touch-up of her makeup, letting her hair down to fall in loose waves over her shoulders. She took one last look in the mirror and, feeling a surge of determination, grabbed her purse and headed out.The club was alive with energy. Bright lights flashed across
Sophia's mind was still spinning from her recent conversation with Jess. The apology had caught her completely off guard, and she couldn't shake the mix of relief and tension it left behind. For the first time in weeks, things felt almost peaceful. She could finally walk around the office without feeling Jess’s eyes burning into her back. And yet, Sophia couldn’t fully relax. There was still Alexander—always Alexander.Despite his efforts to stay neutral, Sophia had noticed a change in him over the past few days. Little things, like the way his eyes lingered on her a second longer than usual or the soft smile he’d flash whenever their eyes met. She’d convinced herself it was just her imagination, a side effect of everything that had happened. But today, something felt different.She was in the middle of sorting through a stack of documents when Alexander approached her desk. He held two coffee cups, his eyes bright with a hint of mischief.“Mind if I steal you for a quick break?” he a
The tension in the office was impossible to ignore. After the explosive argument with Jess, Sophia felt like a spotlight was on her every time she walked into the room. Conversations seemed to hush when she passed by, and people glanced at her with a mix of curiosity and sympathy. She had never wanted any of this attention and certainly hadn’t asked to be caught in Jess’s web of accusations and drama. But now, it was as if the entire office was invested in her private life.Sophia tried to shake it off, determined to keep her head down and focus on work. She was still processing the argument with Jess and the way her words had stung. The last thing she wanted was more drama.Then, just as she was settling into her tasks for the day, she saw Alexander walking towards her. Her stomach tightened; she hadn’t spoken to him since the argument, and she wasn’t sure where he stood in all of this."Sophia," he said, his expression unreadable, "can we talk for a moment? In private?"Sophia felt
Sophia sat at her desk, typing up notes from a recent meeting, trying her best to keep her head down and stay focused. After all the tension over the past weeks with Alexander and Jess, she just wanted to get through her workday without any drama.But as fate would have it, today was not going to be that easy.She heard Jess’s familiar high heels clicking against the floor as she walked into the office, and soon enough, Sophia saw her heading directly towards her desk, face set in a determined scowl. Sophia braced herself. She already had a good idea of what this was about.“Sophia, we need to talk,” Jess said sharply, folding her arms.Sophia looked up, trying to keep her expression neutral. “Alright. What’s on your mind, Jess?”Jess’s eyes narrowed. “Cut the act. I’m tired of you pretending like you don’t know what you’re doing.”“What are you talking about?” Sophia asked, her voice calm but with a hint of frustration. She was really not in the mood for whatever Jess was about to th
Sophia sat at her desk, tapping her fingers nervously as she waited for the right moment to speak to Alexander. The morning had been a whirlwind of emotions, and her resolve was growing with every passing minute. But just as she began to muster the courage to finally confront him, an unexpected figure walked through the office doors.She was striking—a tall woman with jet-black hair cascading over her shoulders, dressed impeccably in a fitted suit that screamed both elegance and authority. Her presence commanded attention, and as she strode confidently across the office floor, heads turned, conversations dropped to whispers, and the hum of activity stilled.Sophia blinked in surprise, wondering who this mysterious woman could be. She didn't recognize her, but something about her aura felt intimidating. Glancing around, Sophia noticed that even Jess appeared to shrink in the woman’s presence, her usual smug expression replaced with a rare look of discomfort.As if on cue, the woman’s g