All Chapters of Sold To The Possessive Billionaire In A Suit : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Sophia’s POVCandace?A lump instantly forms in my throat. I release a shaky breath as my eyes drop to the tulips in my embrace.What’s this? Another way to attack me?“I’ll go get a vase,” Ava says with excitement, turning to leave.“W-wait.”She stops.My heart races. The urge to throw the flowers to the ground causes air to tangle in my throat. I lift my eyes to Ava, and her brows draw together.“Is everything okay?” She questions, turning back toward me. “You look pale.”“Was she, um… what else did she say?”Ava twists her mouth, then says, “She said she was your friend and asked if I could call you out to meet her. I told her you were getting ready to leave with your mother, but I’m sure you’d spare a minute for a friend. But she said not to bother anymore…”“Did you tell her where I’m headed with my mom?”“I don’t even know where you’re going. Your mother won’t tell me.”I nod and drop my eyes. “Thank you, Ava.”My friend? She’s up to no good again.“Let me get you a vase,” Ava

Alexander’s POV~Singapore, October 14~Several floors above the ground, leg-crossed and seated alone in the corner of an exclusive restaurant, I sip wine while staring down at the bright city lights. A pianist is playing softly in the background. There’s barely anyone else in this room. I asked for as much privacy and quietness as I could get; that’s the reason.The wine is drier than usual. The silence, blending with the piano, is the kind of calm I need after two long weeks of noise, high-level meetings, internal operations, networking, and more work.I’d gladly enjoy this while it lasts.I turn around and signal to the waiter for a refill of my glass.On a night like this, that back massage I was promised at our engagement party would be the perfect addition to this quiet.Now that I think about it, she never got to give me that massage.And whose fault is it? I lift the glass to my lips, emptying it. And the waiter arrives right at this moment. With the stem between my fingers,

Alexander’s POVGarvey goes inside the Rolls-Royce and shuts his door.Instinctively, my nose gravitates toward her neck, dragging in her scent like it’s air. I wrap my other arm around her and just stay there like I’ve got all the time in the world.She sobs softly, warm breath caressing my jaw. Her body shakes on each sniffle she makes.And soon, I start to stroke her back, gently, patiently, allowing her to let it all out. Her arms squeeze even tighter, stopping my breath, as if I’d vanish if she lets go. But she’s allowed.I move toward the car again. Leaning low, I put my head inside and bend to put her on the seat, but she twists her legs behind me, refusing to let go. Wow.Distance has nothing on her.“Soph?”She responds with a tiny sniffle, releases her legs, then withdraws her hands. And carefully, I drop her on the seat. She keeps her head bowed, manicured little fingers curling in her lap—a sign of her nervousness, after doing something this gutsy. What irony. Her nails

Sophia’s POVIt took Garvey an hour and a few minutes to get to where his jet was going to land. He’s been driving for a while now, so we should be almost at my home.However, I’m still seated in Alexander’s lap, arms curved around his neck, face in his left cheek, and my body very aware of his; it’s warm and hard. He remains still. His arms are loosely wrapped around me, and his eyes are closed. But every few seconds, a flash of heat ticks between my thighs, and I replay what I did several minutes ago. I’ve never wanted to die of shame so much in my whole life. Maybe I would have jumped out of the car if he hadn’t resorted to tickling me. With every iota of self-control, I keep my thighs pressed tightly together, avoiding any movement because I fear I’ll kiss him and start moving again; one of my girls can literally feel a barbell. That’s not all, some dangerous thoughts have been running through my mind for the past few days, ever since those open-whatever panties that I’m yet to

Sophia’s POVChanged into a simple blue dress and blue sandals, I unlock my door and step out.I freeze.“Sophia!” Hannah exclaims, eyes bright and happy, standing right outside my door. She opens her arms.“Hi,” I mutter with a smile, embracing her. “It’s good to see you again,”“It’s always amazing to see you, Sophia.” She enthuses, squeezing me as we both giggle. She lets go, finally, and takes a step back. “Your mom let me come up to see you… We’re leaving.”“What? No. Why?”She chuckles, taking my hand.“Your mom’s actually the one who wants us to have dinner, but she’s fed us so many snacks already, and I gotta put Abel to bed. I was just hoping to see you before I left… Actually, Christian and I dropped by to, um, invite you and your family over for brunch at our parents’ on Saturday. My parents return tomorrow because of the anniversary party on Sunday night. You’re aware of that, right?”I nod, thinking of my black or pink outfit options. “But if I left it to Joel to tell yo