CHAPTER 11HENRY’S POVThe board meeting had been dragging on for what felt like an eternity. My mind kept drifting, unable to shake off the anticipation of going back home and facing Sophia. It was a strange mixture of excitement and apprehension, knowing that she was now living under the same roof as me. As the meeting wrapped up, Lynda walked into my office with her usual cheerful demeanor. She hugged me and immediately brought up the topic that was currently consuming my thoughts. "So, how did you survive the night with your inseparable, childhood crush?" She teased with a playful grin.I let out a half-hearted chuckle. "Yeah, real funny." I knew she was trying to lighten the mood, but the truth was that I was still trying to navigate this unexpected turn of events.Lynda didn't miss a beat. "Come on, Henry, it can't be that bad. And I told you so."I rolled my eyes, unable to deny that she had been right about this not being a catastrophe waiting to happen. "Well, yeah, so far i

CHAPTER 13Henry’s POVI couldn't believe my eyes as I watched Sophia stroll in with that guy, the audacity of him giving her a peck right in my driveway. Fury bubbled up within me, my heart pounding as I fought to keep my anger in check. This was exactly what I feared – her disregard for the rules and her penchant for pushing boundaries. As she entered the living room, I could practically feel the tension in the air. "Sophia," I said, my voice firm, "why are you so late? And who is he?" I pointedly looked at the guy, a glare in my eyes that I hoped conveyed my displeasure. Her response was the last thing I wanted to hear. "I lost track of time, okay? And this is Jason, he gave me a ride home." She sounded defiant, challenging even. But this was my house, my rules, and I wasn't about to let her insolence slide.I gritted my teeth, my frustration mounting. "You can't just disregard the curfew I set for you. It's for your safety."Sophia rolled her eyes, her arms crossing defensively.

CHAPTER 15 Henry’s POV I sat in my office, my mind swirling with thoughts of Sophia. It had only been a short time since she arrived, and already my resolve was being put to the test. The incident in the kitchen this morning was still fresh in my mind, and I couldn't help but replay the scene over and over again.I am going to make sure that I stop whatever potential trouble before it happens. Sophia was getting to my head and i Couldn’t let that, that wasn’t what I wanted.Lynda's voice broke through my thoughts, her tone curious and concerned. "Hey, what's going on? You seemed more distracted than usual at the board meeting today." Today’s meeting was exceptionally boring but that wasn’t all that was wrong with the world I was also dealing with my issues with Sophia.I sighed and leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. "It's just... It's so hard, Lynda." I confessed, if there is someone that I could let in on all my thoughts that person would be Lynda, she has this non-judge

CHAPTER 17HENRY’S POVThe restaurant was buzzing with laughter and animated conversations as my friends and I settled into our seats. Lynda, Jacob, Bryan, Katie, and I were finally taking a break from the chaos of work to enjoy a dinner together. Our careers in various industries meant that our get-togethers were a rare treat, and we were determined to make the most of it.I leaned back in my chair, surveying the group with a grin. "Well, well, well. Look at us, the titans of industry, taking a breather from conquering the world."Lynda raised her wine glass with a smirk. "To brief moments of sanity in the midst of the corporate madness."We all clinked our glasses together, the clinking sounds echoing through the restaurant. Katie chimed in with a laugh. "So, Henry, tell us, how's life as the untouchable billionaire?"I chuckled, sipping my wine before responding. "Oh, you know, just another day of counting my millions and dodging paparazzi."Bryan chuckled. "And here I thought you

CHAPTER 19 Sophia's POV I had just settled into my room, flipping through some notes for my next class, when my phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, I saw it was my father. With a mix of excitement and apprehension, I answered the call."Hey, Dad," I greeted with a warm smile, as if he could see it through the phone."Hey, sweetheart," his voice came through, sounding just as familiar and comforting as ever. "How's everything going over there?"I leaned back against the pillows, my notes momentarily forgotten. "Good, good. School's keeping me busy, you know how it is."He chuckled on the other end. "I remember those days. So, how are your classes? How's UCLA treating you?"I launched into a detailed account of my classes, professors, and the various projects I was working on. It was always nice to catch up with my father, to hear his genuine interest and support. We discussed my creative writing program, my interactions with peers, and even the new friendships I was forming.We al