LOGINDamien POVThe door closed behind her without a sound,.Sophia Rivera walked out of the room like she had already decided I wasn’t worth waiting for., and I stayed where I was-, still-, unmoving-, staring at the empty space she’d left behind-, as though the air itself had memorized her shape,.I told myself it was better this way,.Distance meant control.Silence meant safety.That was how I survived most things, which is why I was out the other day so that I could avoid her and avoid sleeping in the same bedroom with her. I booked another room in some other hotel just to avoid her. I slept one night there until Grandpa called me and asked about how I and Sophia are getting along.Talking about SophiaWell,I can't trust myself on that because I clearly remember how I lost control once while we were in the elevator. I had to keep up with my behavior so she could hate me, like I despised her existence nowI know at some point I was attracted to her; maybe that was a phase, or maybe her
Sophia POVAndrea’s apartment smelled like citrus candles and expensive chaos,.Shoes were abandoned near the couch-, a silk scarf draped over a lamp for no discernible reason-, and music hummed softly in the background—Italian pop with a lazy-, confident rhythm,. The kind of place that looked lived-in but intentional,. Like her-.I sat perched on the edge of the sofa., hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had gone cold five minutes ago., watching her move around the room with effortless authority,.“You’re too quiet.,” Andrea said suddenly, glancing at me over her shoulder,.“I’m not.,” I replied.“Sophia., you’ve been quiet since you arrived,. That’s never a good sign,.” She turned fully then-, one perfectly groomed brow arching,.“I’m just tired.,” I sighed,. “That.,” she said, pointing at me dramatically., “is the most boring lie you could’ve chosen,.”“I’m serious,.” I smiled despite myself,. Andrea walked over and plucked the mug from my hands., setting it aside like it had
Sophia POVI woke up with a stiff neck and the quiet certainty that pride had a physical cost.The sofa had looked generous the night before,—plush,- wide, and forgiving under warm hotel lights. By morning, it felt like it had personally conspired against me. My back protested as I shifted, the December light of Rome slipping through the tall windows in pale streaks.The bed remained untouched.Empty.Neatly made.I sat up slowly, pulling the throw tighter around myself, and listened.Nothing.No movement from the bathroom. No rustle of sheets. No low, irritating presence occupying the room like Damian Hayes usually did.He hadn’t come back.Neither he texted me or call me.Neither he texted me anythingNot last night.Not at dawn.Not even now.A strange mix of relief and irritation settled in my chest,.Part of me had stayed half-awake through the night, listening for the click of the door,.Prepared. Braced.Ready for another argument about space, boundaries, and entitlement.Inste
Sophia POVI had imagined many firsts in my life.My first job.My first promotion.But I had not imagined my first private jet would involve Damian Hayes walking five steps ahead of me like I was an inconvenience he’d misplaced and couldn’t get rid of.The car ride to the airport was also silent.Not the peaceful kind, no.The sharp, deliberate kind. The kind that pressed against your ribs and made you hyperaware of every breath you took,.Damian sat opposite me in the luxury SUV-, one ankle crossed over the other., scrolling through his phone as if I were invisible,. The city blurred past the tinted windows-, Brooklyn slipping away behind us-, but my stomach stayed tight,.This wasn’t just a trip.This was his world.And I was being dragged through it.The car came to a smooth stop. The driver stepped out first, opening Damian’s door.“Sir, we’ve arrived.”Damian stepped out without a glance back.I followed, my heels hitting the pavement just a second later, and that was when he s
Sophia POVIt was almost evening, and the day after the wedding is finally getting over. ButIt felt so strangeIt felt really different, I mean I havent thought much about having a movie like love story, where the man goes to every extent for the woman he loves, and they ended up getting married. But at least I hoped to marry someone who actually respected me and loved me a little.The encounter I had with Damien since yestersday was a reminder for me to know that this marriage doesn't even having the basic sense of understanding or mutual respect. Love will be the last thing I can have with Damien Hayes, when he thinks I am a flithy, low-grade women who dosent match his high society status.From the corner of my eyes I saw Damien walking in the living room, where I sat down reading a book. His presence alone made the atmosphere different., It felt heavier now,.As if the walls themselves had absorbed the tension of the day and were now holding it., refusing to let it escape. I move
Sophia POVThe door slammed behind him.With a, deliberate click,-For a second,. I stood exactly where he’d left me, my back against the mattress, my fingers still curled around nothing,.The room felt larger now. Emptier. As if all the air had followed him out.Whore.The word rang louder than the door ever could,.I pressed my lips together, breathing slowly,., the way I always did when things threatened to fall apart. My heart was racing, my skin still warm where his hands had been only moments ago, — and that made it worse.That made it confusing in a way I hadn’t prepared myself for;.I hadn’t known what to do'.That was the truth I couldn’t escape, no matter how much I tried to reframe it-.It had been my first kiss,.I hadn’t known what it was supposed to feel like-, what I was supposed to do, how quickly I was meant to pull away. No one tells you that,. No one prepares you for the moment your body reacts before your mind has caught up,.At first, I’d been frozen. Shocked. My







