LOGINSophia’s POVChanged into a simple blue dress and blue sandals, I unlock my door and step out.I freeze.“Sophia!” Hannah exclaims, eyes bright and happy, standing right outside my door. She opens her arms.“Hi,” I mutter with a smile, embracing her. “It’s good to see you again,”“It’s always amazing to see you, Sophia.” She enthuses, squeezing me as we both giggle. She lets go, finally, and takes a step back. “Your mom let me come up to see you… We’re leaving.”“What? No. Why?”She chuckles, taking my hand.“Your mom’s actually the one who wants us to have dinner, but she’s fed us so many snacks already, and I gotta put Abel to bed. I was just hoping to see you before I left… Actually, Christian and I dropped by to, um, invite you and your family over for brunch at our parents’ on Saturday. My parents return tomorrow because of the anniversary party on Sunday night. You’re aware of that, right?”I nod, thinking of my black or pink outfit options. “But if I left it to Joel to tell yo
Sophia’s POVMy brain wants to dwell on why my fiancé has a mute chauffeur and why I’m just finding out now, since meeting him almost two months ago, but Hannah is here?What a surprise.We exchanged numbers at my engagement party, but she does not enjoy chatting or calls, so we’ve only checked in on each other a few times. I hope she came along with little Abel. Alexander’s jaw is taut as he stares at the car, and I can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking. Still holding my hand, he glances at me; I avert my eyes, and he starts moving again. I follow, taking quick strides to catch up despite his slow steps.When we get to the porch, I start to slip my left hand out of his hold, but his grip tightens.I meet his eyes.“What are you thinking?” He questions, features softening into a small smile as he holds my gaze. My heart thuds nervously.I don’t want anyone to see us holding hands, especially my aunt. He turns to me, lifting his fingers to my face. No, not here. Not here. But m
Sophia’s POVIt took Garvey an hour and a few minutes to get to where his jet was going to land. He’s been driving for a while now, so we should be almost at my home.However, I’m still seated in Alexander’s lap, arms curved around his neck, face in his left cheek, and my body very aware of his; it’s warm and hard. He remains still. His arms are loosely wrapped around me, and his eyes are closed. But every few seconds, a flash of heat ticks between my thighs, and I replay what I did several minutes ago. I’ve never wanted to die of shame so much in my whole life. Maybe I would have jumped out of the car if he hadn’t resorted to tickling me. With every iota of self-control, I keep my thighs pressed tightly together, avoiding any movement because I fear I’ll kiss him and start moving again; one of my girls can literally feel a barbell. That’s not all, some dangerous thoughts have been running through my mind for the past few days, ever since those open-whatever panties that I’m yet to
Alexander’s POVI ground my jaw, thinking for a second. Then I turn down the volume of the music.“Sophia?” She still wouldn’t move or utter a sound. Only the rising and falling of her chest against mine and the slight trembling of her body tell me she’s very much aware of what she’s just done.Firming my hands on her hips, I pull her away from me and sit up.Hands on my shoulders, she keeps her head down, allowing her hair to cover her face.“Look at me.”She lifts only her eyes to glance at me, and then drops them again. I turn on the starlight headliner to see her face clearly. Her lips press together, twitching and twisting, face still flushed. Streak of tears has dried up on her face.“Is that how much you missed me?” I tease, pinching her left thigh.Her brows immediately snap together, eyes falling to where she’s just been pinched. Then she lifts her eyes to mine. I hold her gaze, watching the struggle on her face—the struggle not to avert her gaze.I take her hands, lifting
Alexander’s POVGarvey goes inside the Rolls-Royce and shuts his door.Instinctively, my nose gravitates toward her neck, dragging in her scent like it’s air. I wrap my other arm around her and just stay there like I’ve got all the time in the world.She sobs softly, warm breath caressing my jaw. Her body shakes on each sniffle she makes.And soon, I start to stroke her back, gently, patiently, allowing her to let it all out. Her arms squeeze even tighter, stopping my breath, as if I’d vanish if she lets go. But she’s allowed.I move toward the car again. Leaning low, I put my head inside and bend to put her on the seat, but she twists her legs behind me, refusing to let go. Wow.Distance has nothing on her.“Soph?”She responds with a tiny sniffle, releases her legs, then withdraws her hands. And carefully, I drop her on the seat. She keeps her head bowed, manicured little fingers curling in her lap—a sign of her nervousness, after doing something this gutsy. What irony. Her nails
Alexander’s POVHis forehead puckered, Dimitri holds my gaze, scrutinizing as he awaits an answer. “Are you?” He repeats.I lock my phone and turn it face down on the table before picking up my glass. “I’ve not changed my mind,” I murmur, fixing the rim in my mouth again.“Will you?”My head drones. My jaw tightens. The urge to empty this second glass grips every part of me.Exhaling deeply, I take one more sip, then put the wine away. “Why would I do that? I said I’m going to marry her, and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do… You can’t miss my wedding.”He nods half-heartedly, tilting his head to the side as he scratches his temple with a finger. “How’s your relationship with her?”A short chuckle slips out of me. Glass stem between my fingers, I swirl my wine on the table, while keeping my eyes on the promise ring. “Are you my therapist now?”He sighs and leans back in his seat. “I’m just thinking about you two. That’s all… It’s hard to get a hold of Sophia these days. She hardly res
Lewis Rain’s POVSoph Soph in another man’s lap, riding his— no. No! I don’t even want to believe that she was doing that.I shake my head as I drive, but the image remains vivid and on a slideshow in my head—the way she clung to him, the way he held her so fu–ing close, bare skin and–Fu—.I swear,
Alexander’s POVHis eyes fall on Sophia, and instantly, fire lights in them.“What the fu—!” He barks, jaw clenching so hard.I raise her top to cover her skin. Sophia shrinks in my embrace. She buries her face in my shoulder, withdrawing her hands from around my neck.Horror washes over Lewis as
Sophia’s POVIs this why he’s been in a good mood the entire day? Why he’s been using his phone more than usual and constantly communicating with Leah? Because he was planning my proposal?My lips quiver, my eyes watering without my permission. I glance over my shoulder at Leah. She has a friendly
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







