Who's Sofia?

Dame

It’s been three days since that fateful horror my father and Gwen Beck put on. The news of their wedding dropped like a bombshell, and I still couldn’t get over it. I could still remember it like it was a night ago. Sara was not happy about it, and why should she be? She’s hated me for years now, and having me for a brother was the last thing she’d want. The last thing either of us wanted. But mine were for different reasons.

I hate to admit that something had changed between us, but to understand what that was, you need to know the story between Sara Beck and I. 

She was the toughest thing Blue Oregon had seen. Her family owned our most challenging rival company, and Sara, just like me, was the heir of our family companies, which unfortunately meant we were also in charge of closing every major deal for our companies.

And because I won almost all of those deals, she hated me for it. 

But now, because of our parents, we were going to be siblings? Could you believe it? Sara Beck, my stepsister. This was going to be harder than I thought because, for some reason, since that fateful night, the only thing I could think of when I thought of Sara Beck was fucking her senseless, over and over again. 

And now, thanks to her little tantrum, my father had asked me to talk to her and smooth this over.

Sara

As I stepped out of the cab, I still couldn’t believe that I was here. Dame had asked to meet with me at Slauson’s cafe, and when my mom found out, she pressured me to meet with him and get to know him. If only she knew that I already knew a little too much of Dame. And that’s how I found myself here, taking slow steps to meet my about-to-be stepbrother, and my biggest regret, Dame Casian.

I met him at a table close to the corner, and my skin crawled as I sat down. 

“Dame,” I greeted stiffly. “Why did you call me here?” I asked, refusing to meet his gaze. 

He didn’t say anything at first, his eyes just gazed at me from head to toe like he was searching for something. I could feel it, and then suddenly it stopped. Dame heaved a sigh and leaned back, “Look, Sara, I know none of us wants this to happen, but it seems like it’s happening. For some odd reason, our parents want to get married. I hate it, but I think that it may be good for my dad. I came here to try and see if we could work things out.”

Dame’s words disarmed me. I felt more comfortable with this part of him, and I could see his point. They deserved happiness too, but it was coming at our cost, or at least mine. For a moment there, we didn’t say anything else and just sat in awkward silence. We’d both just gotten there, and so it was too early to leave. But then Dame leaned forward and arched his brows, “So why did you never call me back after that night?” My eyes widened slightly when he asked that question. Why would he think that I’d ever be the one to call him back? I was about to speak when his words cut me off again.

“You’re beautiful tonight.” 

I paused mid-sentence, and my defenses softened. I couldn’t tell whether it was the fact that it felt like forever ago since a man had complimented me, or was it his hazel brown eyes staring into my soul when he said those words. The more I stared at them, the more I got sucked into them. I hated this influence he had on me. We talked through the night, and at some point, the only thing I wanted to do was kiss him. I wished I could stretch my legs under the table and run along his thighs to his hot bulge. I could feel my thoughts begin to derail, and a happy grin settled on my lips. 

‘Oh fuck, this is bad.’ I muttered inwardly. How did I find myself here? How did I go from hating Dame Casian about a week ago to wanting every inch of him? And just as my luck would have it. He now had to be my stepbrother. I was still wrestling with these thoughts when I felt his touch. “Sara, Sara? Is everything alright? Are you okay?” 

I suddenly broke out of my trance and just stared at him, and then my lips curled into a soft smile. For a moment, I’d forgotten about everything else. The marriage, or the fact that I was about to lose my office and possibly the entire company. I’d given my blood, sweat, and tears to this place, and just like that, I was about to lose it all. But in that moment, everything seemed to have stood still, and the only thing I could feel was the warmth from his touch traveling down my skin. God! How badly I wanted him!

I was convinced that he knew exactly what he was doing, which made it even hotter. I didn’t think I’d ever find myself here, but I now understand why people choose destruction over just walking away. This thing with Dame, this unspoken chemistry between us,

I knew it was going to destroy me, but I couldn’t just walk away.

“Sorry, I got carried away for a moment there,” I said with a soft smile. 

“Oh, mind if I ask what did?” He said softly, but then raised his hand and smirked, “Hold that thought. I need to use the restroom quickly.” 

I nodded as he turned and left, then leaned back into my chair, and that was when I saw his phone on the table, vibrating. Instinctively, I leaned in to see who it was, and slowly my eyes widened and my heart leapt as I saw the name on the screen, but the message was even more horrific. 

“I miss you, Dame. Last week was fun. Let’s do it again.”

‘Sofia Carson?’ The name crossed my mind. I knew it sounded familiar. Immediately, my thoughts raced, and I couldn’t help but wonder.

‘Who the hell was Sofia Carson?’ ‘Was Dame sleeping with another girl?’