Zella I'm not bothered, I'm not bothered at all. That's what I kept saying as I stood in the doorway of the guest room, watching Sophia Muller unpack her luggage. She was beautiful. All that bold, striking, powerful beauty radiating off her. I felt like a kid with his mouth stained with chocolate standing next to her. She looked like someone who had her shit together. Unlike me, who was standing here in my husband's oversized shirt, barefoot, with sex hair and probably still smelling like our kitchen counter encounter. God, I was a mess. "This is a beautiful room," Sophia said, turning to smile at me. "Thank you for letting me stay." "Of course." I stepped inside, trying to sound confident even though I felt like crap. "Isaiah said you're old friends." "Yeah," She h
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