All Chapters of Wild Billionaire Romance: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SOFIA I don’t know why I even went to that party. My boss had assured me she needed me with her. Working as a personal assistant to one of Manhattan’s buzzing socialites was exhausting, but I finally had enough information to finish the novel I’d been working on since I’d graduated from college.Missy Castle told me I would be by her side all evening, but after half an hour rubbing elbows with the elite, the hairbrained woman disappeared behind closed doors, leaving me to fend for myself. I didn’t mind at first. The book I was writing was a romantic suspense and my characters were based on tabloid darlings just like the people attending that shindig.The borrowed dress I wore fit me like a second skin. I never wore clothes that tight. Not with my ass, which I unfortunately inherited from my Grandma Rose.Thanks a lot, Nonna.But the slinky silver material felt like silk against my skin, and it was the only chance I would likely ever get to attend a party where I’d be sure to

SOFIA I got canned. I couldn’t fucking believe it.Brown water poured from the spout, and I hustled to turn it off before it could fill the tub. Dammit. I really wanted a bath. I rubbed my hands together, trying to get my circulation going. Despite the two pairs of pants, a long-sleeved thermal shirt, and an enormous, hooded sweatshirt on top of that depicting a grumpy faced cat, I was still freezing.“Fuck this day, already,” I growled, my potty mouth getting the better of me as usual.It was bad enough I had to fork out seventy-three dollars for an Uber that morning, which made my walk of shame not only embarrassing but detrimental to my budget, but when I got home, my boss called. She sounded frantic, which was not unusual, and angry, which was.“Sofia! Why didn’t you answer my calls on your cell?”“Hello, Missy. Um, because my cell died. Why? What’s wrong?”Typically, my week was Monday through Friday. Weekends were my own since Missy often spent them at her family home

SOFIA After accepting Adrik’s proposal, everything seemed to happen in a rush. We spent a few more minutes visiting with Nonna as if I hadn’t just accepted a very naughty proposition from the most powerful man I had ever met inside the kitchen where I used to bake cookies as a child. I ran to the upstairs apartment where my father still lived, and kissed his cheek while he slept, keeled over in front of the television.A half-empty bottle of scotch sat on the floor at his feet, and tears welled in my eyes when I saw it. But I didn’t have the heart to pour it down the drain. His illness was too far gone for such tactics to work. He needed professional help, but asking for it was step one. Far as I knew, Dad didn’t want to get better. I left soon after I entered, stopping to kiss Nonna one more time.The ride back to the city was fast, at least it seemed that way. Adrik was on his phone for most of it, and I huffed more than one long breath. What was all the urgency if he was jus

SOFIA Adrik had left the penthouse hours ago. It was the perfect opportunity for me to get some basic housekeeping done. I had my book, and it was coming along great. And I needed to call Nonna. But for some reason, all I could do was think about the big bastard.I had to admit the last few days were not at all horrible. I mean, the man was an exemplary lover. He was attentive, smart, and every time he smiled, which was rare, I felt a ridiculous sense of pride. Like I wanted to crow look what I did, I made the man smile to the whole world. I didn’t, but I wanted to.This entire thing was surreal. I was not a femme fatale and men did not move mountains to be with me. But Adrik had certainly manipulated this to his advantage. I couldn’t fathom why a man like that was interested. I mean, sure I was pretty. Not spectacular. Not model pretty. But I was attractive, even if I was overweight.I’d never be skinny. It was just one of those things. I was healthy. I ate fish and vegetable

SOFIA “Fucking motherfucker,” I whispered and sniffed.“Miss?” a woman dressed in all black handed me a tissue.“Thanks,” I replied, dabbing the skin beneath my eyes so I wouldn’t smear my makeup.It was stupid. I was stupid. Crying over a man who had literally bought me because he was dancing with some skinny ho. Shit. That wasn’t nice. I never wanted to be the kind of woman who called other women hos just cause they were flashy and liked a different aesthetic than me. I didn’t know the woman. I just hated her the second she touched him. Fuck. That didn’t make me any better, did it?“Are you okay, miss?” the restroom attendant asked.“Yes. I’m sorry. Thank you,” I said, and she nodded towards the door.I heard the clicking of heels and knew I was about to have company. With some of the people I’d observed at this party, it was likely someone I did not know. Still, it wouldn’t do to be seen crying in here. Like a sap. So, I washed my hands and patted my face, made sure I wa