All Chapters of After the Divorce : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sophia’s POV“What movie are you watching?” he asked with a defeated look on his face.I couldn’t hide the grin that formed on my lips.“Anything you would like? I am not picky with movies, just pick something and I will have this plated up,” I said, taking the bag from his hand as I rushed into the kitchen.I was not even trying to hide my excitement anymore, not with the way I was feeling. Mom was gone and I guess this was something nice. A movie night with Marcus! That was a good deal.When I returned to the living room, he was sitting in the spot I had vacated, his eyes on the television as he browsed through the horror film collections that were displayed.My chest tugged. Horror. Great.Of course, he had to be one of those people who liked weird things.“I was hoping we could watch the nun, haven’t really had the chance to see it,” he said, his eyes barely looking at me.My hands trembled as I looked at the screen, fear surging through me, of course he had to pick something that

Marcus POV “Someone looks less grumpy,” a voice teased as I walked into the office. I ignored him, my eyes looking ahead as I pushed the door open. I knew what he was trying to say, but I wasn’t going to play into that. I was happier, if that was a thing. Lighter and there was a reason for this, a person actually. And the interesting part. I didn’t have it in me to feel guilty, couldn’t let myself spoil this little moment that I was having. My mind wandered back to the dinner we had, the little disappointment of a night that had turned out to be the best thing I had ever had. The way she had curled up to me, hiding her face from the horror that played on the screen. Shit! I was a shithead for that, knowing she hates scary movies and still picked one. Watching it gave me a reason to sniff her hair without looking like some creep. It was a good thing. “Last night must have been really crazy to have you grinning like this,” Noah teased as he walked into the office. “Tel

Marcus’s POVFuck.A thousand and one ways to die, and I never expected seeing Sophia like that to be one of them. The images clung to my head like a web I couldn’t tear free of. She knew nothing about what she had done.Her eyes were wide, innocent as she watched me, while I stood in front of her, my mind thinking of ways I could bend her over, and have my way with her. I heard that sound, something that was going to haunt me forever.I had heard the first moan. I should have walked away, but I didn’t. Instead, I had stormed to the door, fighting the anger in my chest as I listened like the pervert that I was. Listened until I couldn’t anymore. For a second, I thought she had brought a man home. Anger rushed through me as I pounded on the door.And when she opened, staring at me with sleep-soft eyes, I knew she had been sleeping, a wet dream. “What?” The word burned at the back of my throat. One word, and it damned me.“There you are. I walked into the bathroom for a minute and w

Sophia’s POVHe looked exhausted. Like a man in a room full of bees and he just doesn’t know how to get out. “You don’t like jazz, do you?” I asked.He tugged on the cuff of his shirt, his eyes meeting mine with a soft smile on his lips. “Did I make it that obvious?”“Well, given the fact that you haven’t stopped huffing each time the sax plays louder, or maybe the fact that you have that look, a constipated look on your face — and most people here look like they are having a time of their lives,” I pointed out.“You have been watching me?”My cheeks flushed, my throat going slightly dry at his accusation. “Not watching, but you make it easy enough to know what you’re going through,” I said.He hummed. “So I can’t play poker then?” he asked.“Maybe.” I reached for the glass of wine, this low talk that we were doing, the dinner, the music, they were all messing with my head. “But I am sure I can read through you,” I added.He smiled, “You are an artist, of course you will,” he muttered

Sophia’s POVI shouldn’t be thinking about it, but I was — my mind stuck on a path it should never have been on. Lying in bed, my eyes fixed on the ceiling as I thought about what last night would have been like. We had been free, the way he had laughed, the way his eyes had taken me in as if he was seeing me. When his hands had cupped my face as if it was the most natural thing to do.“God,” I groaned, feeling that heat creep up my neck, spreading slowly through my cheeks. I turned to my side, pulling the bed cover tighter between my legs, the force causing it to bump against my core. My body trembled from the sensation. This was stupid, having the reaction all because of an almost kiss, but my body didn’t think about that. It just didn’t care. Because the more I thought about it, the more the feeling intensified, the more everything felt too strong to be ignored.He had been close, so close that I could feel just how hard his body was against mine. “Stop,” I whispered in a weak to