Semua Bab Sold To The Possessive Billionaire In A Suit : Bab 101 - Bab 110

Sophia’s POVMrs. Thorne says a two-minute prayer, and we begin eating.The table is silent. Suffocatingly silent. Only the sounds of cutlery gently hitting plates can be heard.But when I raise my eyes briefly, glancing from one Thorne to the other, I seem to be the only one finding it hard to breathe. Everyone is so put-together, seemingly allergic to making a mess or even dropping a crumb.My throat tightens; it’s hard to swallow.Slowly, I reach for my glass of juice and take a careful sip, then swallow hard.My eyes shift to Alexander’s plate. He keeps picking at his food, unbothered and uninterested. From the corners of my eyes, I see his father glance at him. Then his mom does the same before glancing at her husband. I guess they take ‘Not talking while eating’ very seriously.“Sophia?”Food hangs in my throat.I lift my head, meeting Mr. Thorne’s peering gaze. “How do you find working with the company as a brand ambassador?” He asks and sips water.My chest pounds. I swallow

Sophia’s POVI can only hope no one is looking for us outside this room with a portrait of Jesus.‘Forgive us for trespassing.’ That’s all I can think of as I glance at the picture, while still in Alexander’s strong and warm embrace. But what just happened? And why was he apologizing like that? As if he wronged me.He’s still now, no longer trembling and breathing rapidly. He gently strokes my hair with one hand, and the other keeps me pressed against his chest.My lips fold, eyes closing and shutting as I prepare for what I’m about to utter.“Were you… um,” I fold my fists. “Were you… about to give me… a head?” I manage to ask, heart racing.He nods.And I swallow hard. Just thinking about it sends a fire up my thighs. My head replays everything that happened until he stopped. Heat blooms in my chest.“W–why?”He sighs. “I’m sorry.”Not sorry. I want a head, but…“What if we were caught? Why here?”Stroking my back gently, he asks, “Would you believe me if I said I missed you so muc

Alexander’s POVIt’s past midnight when I step into my penthouse.The ringing in my head hasn’t stopped, but the wicked thrill that buzzed through me earlier today has subsided a great deal, leaving in its wake an emptiness I’m well accustomed to.My fingers slide through my hair as I step into black slides and head for my bedroom. As if what I’ve done to her is not already enough. I was going to use her—use her in the most objectifying and cruel way possible. And for what?To get back at that– that–My father’s face appears in my head, and a foul word tumbles out of my mouth. In my bedroom, I slip my phone out of my pocket and pause.Missed calls from that unknown caller who’s been blowing up my phone all day. Unknown number: {You can’t marry Sophia Rose!!}{Stay away from Sophia!!}{Don’t even think about…}“Fu– you.” I croak and clear every notification, keeping my eyes glued to my lock screen wallpaper. The screen goes off. I tap it, still staring when it comes on.‘I can’t liv

Sophia’s POV“Jake? Um…” I part my hair out of my face. “You don’t just tell people who are engaged that you like them… It’s– it’s never a fair thing to do. What if they get swayed or–”“Are you swayed?”My eyes flutter as I blink. “No. No, I’m not. I’m getting married… in less than two weeks.” I murmur, clasping my hands as I hold his gaze.His mouth twists into a knowing smile. “It’s an arranged marriage, innit?”My lips fall open, ready to utter an answer, but my head blanks out on me.He touches my hand. “Sophia–”“No, Jake. Don’t. Please.” I slip my hand away, biting my bottom lip. “I’m truly sorry for failing to see or respond to your messages for two years… Two years. Oh, God… I’m so sorry. But I–”“You’re beautiful… impeccably beautiful.”My jaw goes slack. It takes seconds before I gain composure again and snap my mouth shut. I drop my eyes and mutter, “Thank you.”“Been absolutely itching to say that to your face.”Discomfort brews in my chest. I look at him. “Jake, I’m–”“I

Sophia’s POVWhat a horrible start to my birthday week.Everything aches—my feet, my head, my heart.I press a hand over my eyes while I squat to cry.Sniffing, I slide my fingers into my hair and raise my head to unlock my phone. I just stare at the unread message I sent to him.Memories bleed into my mind—memories of my proposal, all the times he tickled me and made me laugh, the time he brushed my hair, the time he transformed his penthouse into a mini-stadium just to surprise me, the time he told me he’ll support me when I discover what I love to do… when he dedicated his award to me…Conflicting with these memories is something darker. Something that took me a while to realize, and when I did, I decided to bury it away. Something I only realized when we didn’t speak for almost a week, after that horrifying seizure incident in his penthouse.You know what I did? I still chose him, still wanted him, still craved him. Call it attachment or anything, but I chose the man who keeps sayi