Chapter 57

"I do not miss you at all, i was only concerned about my daughter father not checking on her, Look, I need to tell you something important. Are you free to meet up?"

"Ummm...?"

A woman's soft voice drifted through the line on his end. My stomach dropped, instantly turning sour. His fiancée.

God, I hated her!

Then came the soft, unmistakable sound of a kiss, followed by a door closing in the background.

Geez... They just kissed!! My hands trembled around the phone, heat rushing to my face as my temper flared.

"So, what were you saying?" David asked, his voice returning to the receiver as if nothing had just happened.

"When you're done making out with that woman, tell me," I snapped, unable to hide the anger bleeding into my voice.

"I'm done, obviously," he replied, completely unbothered.

"Like I said, we need to meet. It's important. I'll text you the address."

Without waiting for his answer, I hung up. My heart was pounding, a toxic mix of rage and desperate desire burning through me. I immediately opened my messages and typed out the address of a hotel not far from my house. I was going to lodge there—and once he showed up, I was going to seduce him that he would have no choice but to spend the night with me.

I tossed the phone onto the bed, went into the bathroom, and quickly washed up. I pulled on a pair of jeans, a plain white shirt, and dragged my hair back into a low ponytail. Standing in front of the mirror, I uncapped my favourite tube of red lipstick and carefully painted my lips, watching my reflection closely. Satisfied, I grabbed an overnight bag and threw in a few things, including the sexiest lace lingerie set I’d bought months ago and never worn.

I zipped the bag, grabbed my purse, and headed downstairs.

Victoria and Esmee were sitting on the couch in the living room, a show playing on the TV.

"Hey, sweetie," I called out softly.

Victoria immediately stood up, and Esmee looked over with a warm smile.

"Hey, Sophia, how are you today?"

"I'm fine, darling," I replied smoothly, keeping my tone light.

Victoria glanced down at the bag hanging off my shoulder, her brows pulling together. "Mom, where are you going?"

"I have a sudden business meeting out of town, sweetie, and I won't be back today," I lied, offering her a reassuring smile. "There's plenty of food in the fridge, so cook whatever you want. I'll wire some cash to your account later today, too. Esmee, you're more than welcome to spend the night with her."

"Awesome, thanks Sophia," Esmee said.

"Okay, Mom," my sweet daughter replied, stepping over to give me a quick hug.

When we broke the hug, my eyes roamed her face, she looked so much like David. The only things she had inherited from me were my green eyes and my oval-shaped face; everything else was entirely her father.

"Bye, darlings. Be good," I said, adjusting my bag and heading out the front door.

~~David (Victoria's Dad) Pov~~

I checked my reflection in the mirror one last time. I'd pulled on a crisp black button-down and black trousers, combing my hair back. Satisfied, I grabbed my keys off the dresser and headed downstairs, and found Sarah standing by the stove finishing up dinner.

I stepped quietly behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and burying my face into the crook of her neck, taking in the sweet, familiar scent of her body wash.

"Mmm..." she hummed softly. But a second later, she turned around in my arms to face me, her eyes sweeping over my clothes. "Where are you off to?"

"I have a business meeting, babe. I won't be back tonight," I said, keeping my tone smooth.

Sarah pouted, her lips pressing together. "Why, babe? I thought we were gonna make babies tonight, hmmn?"

I forced a gentle smile, but inside, a knot tightened in my gut. Ever since I stopped having sex with Sophia, I'd been completely restless. The truth was, I still loved my ex-wife. I wanted to tell her, to yell it at her, but I had no idea if she felt anything for me anymore..... after all, she was the one who asked for a divorce in the first place. Half the time i couldn't sleep, and when i did, she was in my dreams. I couldn't stop the wet dreams about her. Every time I held Sarah, every time we made love, all I saw was Sophia's face.

God, I missed her so damn much.

Fuck, I thought, trying to shut it down. I couldn't keep doing this to myself. For all I knew, she was seeing someone else. Why waste my energy stressing over a woman who had walked away and stopped loving me?

I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Sarah's pouted lips. "Babe, I promise we'll make babies as soon as I get back tomorrow. But if I miss this meeting, I might get fired."

She searched my face for a moment, then finally nodded. She leaned in, pulling me into a deep, lingering kiss. The heat began to build, but before it could spiral into something I couldn't walk away from, I pulled back, keeping a firm grip on her shoulders.

"I have to go," I murmured.

"Be safe," she responded softly.

I matched outside, got into my car, and pulled out of the driveway. As I drove, my mind kept racing back to the text message sitting on my phone. When I finally reached the location and pulled into the parking lot, my heart did a heavy thud against my ribs.

It was the exact same hotel we used to sneak off just to fuck each other.

I walked to the front desk and the receptionist smiled and announced to me Sophia was already expecting me. I took the elevator to my left and rode to her floor.

Within a few minutes, the doors slid open. Walking down the hallway and looking at the door numbers until I stopped at room 309. It surprised me because we always used to get room 300 back then, but I figured she just wanted something different today.

I knocked on the door.

"Coming," her sweet voice called out from inside.

A second later, the door pulled open, and my heart completely stopped.

Sophia was looking incredibly hot wearing a short, sexy nightgown that was barely covering her thighs, now her long, white legs was on full display to my eyes, her nipples pushing right against the thin fabric. My stomach flipped, and I felt myself getting hard instantly.

"Oh, come in," she said softly, breaking the silence.

My eyes moved up to her face. She had a small, beautiful smile on her lips. I knew that stepping into that room and being alone with her was going to be total torture, but my body wouldn't let me turn around and walk away. I wanted her way too much.

I followed her inside, listening to the click of the lock as she locked the door behind us.

"Would you like some coffee?" she asked, turning to look at me.

I just nodded. Right now, I didn't even trust my own voice to speak.

As she walked past me, the smell of chocolate and musk filled the air... the exact same scent I used to love on her. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Every move she made was driving me crazy. When she bent down to pick something up off the floor, the bottom of her nightgown rode up, showing off her ass clad in a pair of tiny red panties.

Shit, I wanted to grab her, rip those panties off, and lick every inch of her. My throat felt completely dry, and for a second, it felt hard to breathe.

Jesus, she was gorgeous. Her body looked fuller, her curves even more pronounced than before, and I was losing my mind just watching her.