All Chapters of Love Bet: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sophia’s POVI barely had time to breathe before Leah barged into my apartment, carrying two coffees and a bag of croissants like she was on a mission."You look suspiciously well-rested for someone who claims she’s not falling for a man," she announced, dropping her purse onto my counter.I blinked, still half-asleep, wrapped in nothing but a robe. "Leah, it’s barely noon.""Exactly!" She spun around, eyes narrowing. "Which means I should have found you buried under emails and pacing around your office like a lunatic. Instead, you’re here. At home. In a robe. Looking… suspiciously* satisfied.*"Shit.I turned to grab a mug, trying to avoid her knowing stare. "What do you want?""Answers," she said, flopping onto my couch, crossing her legs. "But first, tell me—how was it?"I knew what she was asking.And I refused to dignify it with an answer."The coffee?" I deadpanned. "Decent. A little cold, but I appreciate the effort."Leah groaned. "Sophia."I smirked, sipping from the cup she

Sophia’s POVAt exactly 6:15, my phone buzzed.Travis: Wear something casual. Relaxed. No suits.I stared at the message for a long second, eyebrows lifting.Me: You do realize that “relaxed” isn’t in my vocabulary, right?Travis: That’s exactly why I sent the text, sweetheart.I huffed, tossing my phone onto my bed before turning to my closet.Casual.Relaxed.That was not my style.But something about his message—about the way he had looked at me in my office earlier, about the way he had practically informed me that I was his—had my pulse doing things I didn’t particularly appreciate.So I humored him.Dark jeans. A fitted top. A leather jacket slung over my shoulders.Casual. But still me.And when I stepped out at exactly seven, Travis was waiting.And the way his gaze dragged over me, slow and possessive, made my stomach tighten in a way that was entirely unfair."Relaxed looks good on you, Moreau," he murmured as I approached, the corners of his mouth lifting.I gave him a poin

Travis’s POVI had won.I fucking knew it the second she kissed me.Not because this was a game. Not because I had ever really doubted the way she wanted me.But because for once, she wasn’t fighting it.She wasn’t pushing me away.She wasn’t hiding behind sarcasm, behind sharp remarks, behind that untouchable facade she wore so damn well.She just… was.Here. With me.And when Sophia Moreau gave in—There wasn’t a single thing in this world that could compare.I deepened the kiss, one hand sliding up to tangle in her hair, the other still gripping her waist, holding her there.Like if I let go, she’d disappear.Like if I gave her a second to think, she’d change her mind.But she didn’t.She made a soft, breathless sound against my lips, her fingers tightening around my jacket, pulling me closer.And fuck—I had never wanted anyone like this.Never wanted to keep someone the way I wanted to keep her.And I knew—If she left tonight, if she found some excuse to push me away again—I wa

Travis’s POVI was not prepared for this.For her.For Sophia Moreau stepping out of her apartment, ready to leave, dressed like some kind of walking contradiction sent specifically to ruin me.A white dress.Short, but not too short. Flowy, but not enough to hide the shape of her hips, the teasing curve of her legs.Simple. Elegant. But also so her in a way I had never seen before.Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, two strands framing her face—soft, effortless, the kind of thing that should have made her look innocent.But she wasn’t innocent.Not when she looked at me like that.Not when she smirked slightly, knowing exactly what she was doing.Not when I suddenly forgot how to breathe."Cole."I didn’t respond.Couldn’t.Because all I could think about was how much I wanted to ruin her.To mess up that perfect dress, to feel those legs wrapped around me, to make her pay for stepping out of her apartment looking like my personal version of hell."Travis."I exhaled, shov

Sophia’s POVI had no idea what I had walked into.Because this—this whirlwind of laughter, teasing, absolute chaos—was nothing like what I had expected.Travis had warned me about his family. Had said they were normal. Had casually downplayed the fact that they were exactly the opposite.And now, sitting at their massive dining table, surrounded by people who were too warm, too welcoming, too much, I felt something I hadn’t in years.I felt home.His mother fussed over my plate, making sure I had enough food, enough wine, enough everything.His father told stories—stories about Travis as a kid, stories that made my too-smart, too-smug, too-dangerous boyfriend groan in frustration.His sister?She was a menace.And I adored every second of it."Did you know," Claire—Travis’s sister—started, eyes twinkling with mischief, "that our dear Travis once tried to run away when he was six?"I perked up, fork frozen midair. "Oh?"Travis groaned. "Claire—""Oh, yes." She grinned, leaning closer.