CHAPTER 5

Sophie's POV 

I smiled as I replayed that night in my head. “Penny for your thoughts,” Eloise grinned at me. “Come on, you finally look like you were fucked good.”

I felt my face heat up. “We didn't have sex, actually. It was still the most passionate night I have ever had with him,” a cheesy grin on my face. Eloise squealed with delight, demanding all the details and I told her how passionate and raw my husband was, how much he said he thought about me.

That was two days ago. Every night since then, I wore one of the lingerie she made me pick out. They were so wild but I was determined to seduce him. I wanted him to fall in love with me.

I heard the door to the bedroom open and I smiled, joy rushing through my veins. He was back. I dabbed perfume behind my neck and on my thighs, making sure the curls I did earlier still held. I looked at myself in the mirror, pleased with all the efforts I put in tonight. 

Adrian was sitting on the edge of the bed when I came in, his bags on the floor. “Hi, baby,” I said. He turned to look at me. I tried the silk robe I had on, letting it fall to the ground. He looked at me, running his eyes from my feet to the top of the bra where my boobs threatened to spill out. “You like what you see?” I purred.

I walked to him, lifting his face up to mine. “What is this, Sophie?”he asked, boredom in his tone. “I wanted to look nice for you,” I whispered. I sit on him, placing my knees on the bed and holding on to his neck. “Did you miss me?” I said, leaning down to kiss him.

Suddenly, I landed on the floor. Surprise and shock feels in my body as I gaze at the man that could barely control himself around me. “I am tired, Sophie. Stop this madness.” Adrian said coldly.

I get up from the floor in shame. “I apologize,” I whispered, running to grab the robe I had on. “There's a charity gala tomorrow. You are coming with me.” he said. I nod, feeling the pricks of tears already threatening to rush down. “It's a black tie event so go shopping or whatever. You need to look like the perfect wife.”

“Yes, Adrian.” I replied before rushing into the bathroom and shutting the door. After making sure it is locked, I stare into the mirror, watching the tears flow freely. “Fuck him,” I shouted in anger. 

After wiping my tears and changing into my pajamas, I walked back into the room to see Adrian passed out in bed. A pang of affection filled my heart. “Maybe he was actually tired,” I said, pushing a strand of his hair away from his face. I laid next to him, wrapping my hand around him.

The next day, I woke up to an empty room. “He didn't wake me up,” I sighed. I got ready for the day, buying a golden dress from a luxurious brand online along with some Louis Vuitton shoes to match. I already had a gold purse and to complete the look, I hired a hairdresser and makeup stylist to come help me get ready.

By noon, I got a text from Adrian. The ball is by 6pm. Be ready.

It was a good thing I had already prepared everything before he came and the stylist promised to be here by 4 pm. I went into the library for a while, to allow time pass away, quietly reading my books.

Four o'clock came fast and like she promised, the bubbly stylist and her assistant were here. She spoke a lot to me and I just smiled and nodded, refusing to engage in so much conversation. We were in a guest room, and as she rubbed the lipgloss of my lips, I opened my eyes to see the results of her work.

“You are ethereal,” she gasped as I looked at myself in the mirror. She had styled my hair in a classy braided updo, little curly ringlets falling across my face. She made my lashes fuller, the eye liner made my eyes sharper and stand out. My lips were covered in the pinkest softest shade I had ever seen and my jaw was sculpted to perfection. I felt beautiful. 

“Thank you so much,” I told her, genuinely impressed with her work. I could see the reason why she cost so much now, almost two thousand dollars for three hours of work. “I look beautiful,” I said, smiling at my reflection in the mirror.

 I was shimming into the gown when Adrian came back. He took one look at me, stopping briefly. I smiled, happy I was still affecting him. “We have thirty minutes to leave here.” He wore a tuxedo that made him look heavenly,showing off his muscles. Somehow, he looked taller tonight.

“Congratulations on winning the game, Adrian.” I said. I zipped up the gown, adjusting the thin straps on my shoulders. With my heels, my head was almost at his shoulder, making me feel more powerful. 

“I am ready,” I informed him. “Let's go,”he grunted and I followed him out of the house, walking slowly because of the heels. A Rolls Royce was parked at the entrance and a driver held the door open. Adrian went in first, then I followed him, setting down on the soft leather seat. 

The drive was short, or at least, It felt short to me. Adrian looked outside and sighed heavily. “We are here. I expect nothing more than your best behavior Sophie.” I smiled back. “Okay, I always behaved.” Thanks to my strict girls boarding school upbringing, I had experience on how to associate with the elite at parties. He opened the door and I stepped out first, making sure my heels came out before I did. As I came down from the car, a series of white lights flashed in my eyes. Adrian came down next to me, a huge grin on his face as the paparazzi took pictures rapidly of the both of us.

“Mr. Kane, congratulations on winning the match tonight, does that mean this would be the year the Kane City Bulls qualify for the National Championships?”a reporter shouted, pushing her microphone to his face. I looked up at him, wanting to see how he behaved in public. “Yes, I assure you,” Adrian said sweetly, “This is the year the whole country hears about the Kane City Bulls.”

Another report fires off another question. “Mr. Kane, who is the beautiful lady by your side?” Adrian smiled down at me. “This is my beautiful wife, Sophie.”

I almost believed him. I almost fell for him as he called me beautiful, but as much as his lips said the words, the feelings went nowhere near his eyes. He looked at me like he just saw air and nothing else.

“No more questions,” Adrian waved his hands in the air with a laugh. “This is an important event and I have to be inside now.”

He led me into the beautiful hall, holding my waist in his arms. A woman walked towards us, recognition on her face. Adrian turned to me. “I need to go around, greet some guests. Be good.” 

With that, he walked away from me and I suddenly felt alone.