LOGINAlexander’s POV“Soph? Soph… Sophia?!” I manage to grab her wrist before she falls off the couch. It’s hard to see in the dark, but she doesn’t stop shaking by the second.Quickly, I slip my left arm underneath her trembling body and pull her with me as I get off the couch. Her body is warm against mine, her chest rising and falling rapidly.“Sophia?”She mumbles unintelligible words, taking short gasps of air.I set her on the soft rug and instantly wave my left hand twice. The lights come on, illuminating the media room, and I see Sophia having a mild seizure on the floor. Her breasts bounce carelessly, hitting the tiny gold necklace she’s wearing. Her eyes are lidded, showing only the white parts; tears leak out of them onto her ashen face. Her hands twitch, lips quivering. “Shit,” I say under my breath and reach for the coffee table. I drag it away from where her socked feet shake, ignoring the things falling off it, including her wine glass. Next, I take the pack of wet wipes an
Sophia’s POVMy mind is hazy. My eyes stay closed.One deep sigh after another, I catch my breath as my fingers feel his silky hair.Having devoured both girls passionately, he peppers soft kisses on my pounding chest. He kneels above me, knees pressed around my hips. His hands were all over me, caressing and pressing, but surprisingly not going below my waist, despite the useless skirt covering nothing; I’ve never experienced anything like this since he started to show me ‘other things’.Yet it feels like we’re not done.I’ve crossed too many lines that I don’t dare to think of the world outside this room or penthouse.The kisses stop, and his hair slips out of my feeble grip, leaving my fingers curled around nothing.My eyes flutter half open in the dark to see his silhouette above me, reaching for something. A warning voice screams in my head, but it’s quickly drowned out as Alexander starts to adjust himself. He moves one knee between my thighs.Oh, God.What’s going to happen ne
Sophia’s POV“No,” I murmur, sitting up abruptly.Just five minutes into the match, and a Chelsea player’s been handed a red card. Now 11 against 10.“No?” Alexander voices behind me as he sips wine. “Didn’t he deserve it?”“He did.” My shoulders sink with a sad sigh. Instead of leaning back against his chest, I lean forward, drop my wine glass, and reach for green grapes.We watch the match in silence. My fingers grip the edge of the seat, foot tapping against the ground because my favorite team is struggling with one man down.“Do they always have to compete even when it’s raining?” Alexander inquires as he steals from my grapes.I nod in response, munching on some fruits. Then I offer him the rest of the green grapes. “It’s always raining in Manchester at this time of the year. They have to play except it’s a threatening storm.” “Did you also see matches in the rain?” “Mmm-hmm… I’d always wear rain coats and thick sweaters.”A resounding cheer suddenly erupts from the speakers, s
Sophia’s POV‘What could go wrong?’“Everything, Sophia… or maybe you’re just being paranoid…” I murmur to myself as I follow the rose petals, all changed. Yes, I changed into the outfit. I did. I’m probably not thinking.I fidget with my French manicured nails, curving a corner that leads to the 70th floor. My steps are slow and hesitant. The coolness of the penthouse caresses my exposed thighs. The socks get just below my knees, feet buried in pink furry slides. The tiny skirt floats around my hips, covering enough. But not enough to get my mind off the feel of the soft lace underneath, which keeps thinning into nothing as I go up the stairs.My heart pounds in my ears like a warning.I left my purse downstairs in the foyer because he texted: ‘No phones. No interruptions. Just you and me.’“You’re not even twenty-four. He’s thirty-two. What could you possibly know, Dum dum?” I explain away.I rake my fingers into my hair, letting out a deep, shaky breath. “What are you doing, Soph
Sophia’s POVAren’t I so lucky?My dad is spending his entire Saturday at the factory. And when he does visit the factory, he returns home really late. It’s his favorite place to be after my mom’s bed, and spending time with me.The biggest luck, though unfortunate, is that my mom is leaving immediately after breakfast to visit my aunt Mel for a few days. She’s still unwell. I wish I could go with her, but for some reason, my mom is being vague and acting all strong on the outside, even though I know she’s worried sick for her sister. I just hope it’s nothing serious.But on the bright side of all of these, I. Am. Free! Free to spend the rest of the day with Alexander.I just need a good story to tell Jordyn. She’s not in support of going to a man’s house alone and spending a long time there. Once upon a time, I held the same belief, but… I don’t know… Alexander and I are an item now—an engaged couple. Nothing wrong with spending time together, sharing sweet kisses, and a few ‘other t
Alexander’s POVThe emergency I needed to attend to looks like: sipping whiskey on a couch, sixty-nine floors above the ground—in my penthouse, by my floor-to-ceiling window, and taking in the expensive view of the sleepless City, while listening to something… unconventional. Sophia moaning in pleasure.Her delicate sounds fill the penthouse, echoing out of the speakers in the ceiling. It sounds better than music.I twirl my drink, and the ice cubes hit the glass with soft clinks. For the umpteenth time, I lift my left hand to stare at my newest jewelry—my promise ring. It’s a two-tone gold band.‘I’m always yours, Alexander…’ Her words repeat in my head.“Alex– Alexander…” Her pleasure-filled voice floats out of the speakers, followed by a series of deep breaths, reminding me of her reaction the first time she had her teats sucked while dry humping.Filled with curiosity, I drop my glass on a side table and take off the ring to admire it. And just as I expected, there’s something e
Sophia’s POVI back up one step, and with a gasp, lose my footing.“Mi amor?” Mario catches me quickly, forcing my eyes on him. “Don’t ruin the dress, okay?”I nod and return my gaze to Candace. There’s a fire in her eyes; one I can tell is here to burn me.A lump forms in my throat. I fist my fing
Sophia’s POVNo, I haven’t got this. At all.“Cut!” The Director shouts for the third time. I drop my hands to my sides. They’re trembling. One hand holds the facial cleansing brush, the other forms a fist.“Relax, Love,” Alexander whispers, patting my shoulders.Seated on the solid vanity top, I
Sophia’s POVHe hasn’t said anything about the call we had in the middle of the night. Or about whatever he said to get Candace off my back, and how he knew to call her at that moment.I stare at my hand in his as we ride the elevator together, then at him. He seems distracted today, busy typing on
Leah Monroe’s POViPad in my hands, earphones in my ears, I scroll through the comments on user @rosetta.rose’s latest IG post. I clench a fist tight. The air here feels stuffy. “I’ve been his secretary since he took over as CEO. For what now? Almost seven years? And not once has he paid attentio







