All Chapters of After the Divorce : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Marcus’s POVMaybe I should have done something. Maybe I should have intervened faster. But listening to Diane say those words — watching the way Sophia’s eyes glistened —I knew I had been too slow to react.But this was the thin line — I couldn’t bring myself to actually hold her. In Diane’s eyes, she was going to say I was supporting her, taking a side. Of course, I was. Sophia didn’t deserve the blow-out she had gotten. But my intervention still felt like nothing at the same time. Diane had been cruel. Sophia had been broken… and me? All that I could think about was the kiss that almost happened.I had let myself dream, wondering what would have happened a second later if Sebastian hadn’t shown up. What her lips would taste like — would they taste like cherries? Ever since I knew the name of her lip balm, it had become an obsession that was slowly trying to tear me apart.My phone buzzed, the sound forcing me to tear my gaze from the computer monitor I had been looking at. The s

Marcus’s POVThe door slammed shut behind me, my back pressed against it as if I was running from a demon. With trembling fingers, I worked the locks, clicking them shut. “What the hell just happened?” I mumbled to myself as I ran my fingers through my hair.The first mistake had been offering to help, and the second, letting myself dwell in the moment. The minute my hand touched her exposed skin, my mind had gone numb, frozen in time, enjoying everything that had to do with her body pressed against mine.And when she fell, when her body… no! I didn’t want to think about it, but there was no way I could get the image out of my mind. She had been on my body, her chest pressed hard against mine.My length twitched, begging to be pulled out of the joggers I was wearing and touched. I stared at my hardened length, the glare doing nothing to tame it.She smelt divine. Coconut and jasmine, a combination I never knew could be poisonous. I felt that twitch again. I gritted my teeth, my fist

Sophia’s POV“Are you free?” Lily’s text came, breaking me from my line of thought.I could say no, stay home and plot more on how to take down Marcus.I could keep my end of the bargain, and be a good friend.“Yes, I am on my way,” I typed back, picking the latter. Besides, Marcus wasn’t here now; I would be done before he returned. With that defining thought, I searched out for something weather appropriate, from Lily’s text.I was going to be doing a lot of hauling and heaving and well, that sounded like a lot of sweating. I almost laughed at how easy it had been to rile up Marcus. Well, I would have done more, if only she hadn’t walked down at that moment.If she had given me ten more minutes, I was certain that I would have done more, gotten more reaction from him.***“You do know that this is unpaid labour, right?” I heaved, dropping the last set of lighting panels I had been holding. Lily had a visions for the shot, but the thing with vision was that they came with pain. And

Sophia's POVI was laying claim to someone I shouldn't. The more I thought about it, the angrier it made me. I couldn't get the image of him smiling as my mother latched onto him off my mind. They were going on a date, an action that would wipe away the little things we had done.He wasn't mine to begin with, but there was nothing that I could do to change the raging anger that was nestled deep in my chest. He should have said no, that was logical…. "You sound stupid," I grumbled, slamming my fist hard against the pillow. No, I sounded crazy. Marcus didn't see me as anything other than his wife's daughter, and yet I was stuck in some imagination that shouldn't even suffice.In between the tossing and turning, I heard it — the front door, opening slowly, careful, like he didn't want to wake anyone. No heels clicking behind him. No giggling.Just him.So it hadn't gone as planned.I don't know why that eased something in my chest, but I finally forced myself to sleep. I wasn't going to

Sophia's POV It has been two days since the accident. Two days since Marcus took care of me. It shouldn't have meant anything, but he had stayed away from work, just to be sure I was fine. When I was five, I had fallen off a trampoline, my mother had barely made a fuss. In fact, she didn't even look like she cared that I had fallen, she was busy on her phone, laughing with her friends. But Marcus, he had been there, he had picked me up, his large hands held me close to his chest as he made sure that I was safe. That I was fine. Heat crept up my cheeks when I remembered how his eyes had scanned my form, just as the towel had slipped. The way his eyes had darkened as if he couldn't find himself getting away from these thoughts. My body trembled at the feel, and I huffed, turning around to pull the duvet over me. But nothing could change my mind from the thought that was slowly creeping through my mind, nothing could stop the image that burned in my mind. I had seen it in his eyes, a