Chapter 5

Sophie 

I didn’t even know if Alexander would be in. I’d come up with a feeble excuse—wanting to know the kind of merger he was proposing. 

The truth was that I wanted to see him again. Warning sirens sounded in my head. I shouldn’t be here but I’ve never been this confused in my entire life. 

With my stomach knotted and my heart all but in my throat, I approached the first man I saw guarding the door. He noticed me coming and offered me a polite smile. “Can I help you?”

“Yes. I hope so. I’m here to see Alexander Weillman.”

Any normal person would have his phone number so they could just call him to say they were here to see him but I didn’t have his number. He sent me that text with a private number and now I’m here— with a pounding beat not just in my chest but between my thighs too. 

“I’ll call up and see if he’s free. Can I ask who’s calling on him?”

 

“Just say it’s Soph,” I told him, suddenly self-conscious about giving him my full name.

“Just Soph?”

“Just Soph,” I confirmed.

He replied with a curt nod and then walked away  to make the call. I stood, feeling even more awkward than ever. A part of me was tempted to make a run for it, but my feet were rooted to the floor.

“He’s ready to see you,” he announced and a knot twisted in my stomach. 

Once the doors had opened, he used a special key on his belt to send it to the private top floor.

He gave me a final nod and stepped back once more. The door shut, trapping me inside, and it rose up. I sucked in a breath and squeezed my hands into fists at my sides.

Is this not a suicide mission?

The door beeped, signaling that I was already in my destination. 

I swallowed hard. 

I froze as the door slid open, revealing Alexander standing on the other side. 

His dark hair was damp, as though he’d recently gotten out of the shower. He was wearing only a sweatpant; revealing his broad chest and the tattoos on his arms. 

I quickly stepped out before the door shut again, trapping me inside. 

The movement brought me close to Alex so there was only a foot between us. I thought he might have stepped back to increase the space, but he didn’t even budge. 

He didn’t smile either or seem in any way pleased to see me. 

Didn’t he send that text? 

“I knew you’d come.” The corner of his lips curled in a devilish smile.

“I’m only here to talk about the merger.”

“Oh, that’s a lie and you know it.” 

My breath hitched when he reached out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind my ear. 

“If it was the merger, you wouldn’t agree to meet me outside the office and you wouldn’t come here with such a transparent top and no bra.”

My nipples hardened at the confirmation of being seen. 

“I was already home when you texted. I don’t even know how you got my number… but me coming here is because I have something important to discuss.”

His fingers trailed from my hair, tracing my jaw, and then running down my throat. 

“There are a lot of things you can say when I’m inside you.”

“Stop it.”

He moved farther downwards, leaving a rash of goosebumps on my skin.

His hand reached my shoulder and slipped it under the strap of my dress, gently… in no rush. 

He was right… I didn’t wear a bra but it had absolutely nothing to do with him. 

He slipped both the straps of my dress and the bra down my shoulder and then lowered his head and placed his lips against the spot where they’d been.

“Say it again… ask me to stop.”

Arousal coiled tighter in my pussy, and I squeezed my thighs together. I wanted more, hungry for it, but the tiny, sensible part of my brain knew I was digging a grave that wasn’t his. 

This is Alexander. 

A man I have a secret with… that I fucked few hours after my fiancé didn’t show up.  

He continued to suckle on me. His mouth felt incredible on my nipples. I had no idea they could be so sensitive and it was as though they had a direct line to my cunt. 

I held back the moan, despite the explosive sensation I was feeling. 

“There you are… soaked and needy.”

Whatever he wanted, he was getting it. I felt his thigh press between the apex of my thighs, but this time he didn’t force them apart, he waited, an expectant gleam in his eyes, until I opened them for him.

His lips feathered against my cheek, moving as he spoke into my ear. “Good girl. Now say the words.”

He applied pressure to my clit over the top of my underwear, and my hips bucked into his hand.

If I didn’t stop this now, I was going to lose my moment. 

I opened my mouth to speak, but a feral moan escaped my mouth instead. 

My body knew what I wanted him to do, but my mind was running blind, fighting the desire at every turn.

He pushed my panties to the side and just before his fingers could slide in, I shoved at his shoulders. “No, wait, stop.”

He stopped. 

I swallowed hard; I hadn’t expected him to stop like that. He removed his hand from my panties. “What’s the matter?”

I shook my head. “I’m sorry, Alex. I should go.”

I wasn’t prepared for his next reaction; a chuckle like I had just made a joke. 

He looked at me. “You don’t get it, do you?”

His bulge was already rock hard, his dickprint glaring at me. “You can’t leave, Sophie. I’m your only way out.”

He gestured to the right and my eyes followed until it landed on the familiar dress. 

My wedding gown. 

“You have to marry me.”