All Chapters of Sold To The Possessive Billionaire In A Suit : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Sophia’s POVMy fingers tremble despite Alexander’s hands covering them. My heart pounds in my ears, threatening to break my borrowed courage, yet I feel light and floaty, almost untouchable. It’s all thanks to the cocktails.Kylie opens her mouth again, “I wasn’t bullying–”“Just apologize.” Barbara cuts her off.“What for? I wasn’t–”“Kylie?” Lewis holds her, gritting my teeth.“Um…” Candace begins. I shift my eyes to her, and she’s unable to hold my gaze. “I didn’t mean to–”“No need to apologize,” I utter and turn to Scott. “Let’s keep playing. You’ve not asked us.”Alexander holds me so close against his body; it’s incredibly warm and has me feeling all sorts of wonderful things, especially butterflies. It’s pointless to let sad people ruin my night for me. Nothing is my fault; I didn’t ask to be ‘fat’ prone.“Don’t let them bother you.” He whispers and slowly presses a kiss to my shoulder. A smile is pushed to my lips before I nod in response. After all, thanks to this game, and

Lewis’ POVShe lifts her eyes and stops. With a soft gasp, she quickly grips her jacket, clutching it close. That’s where my eyes fall to. And a memory hits me—the last and most daring time she made her feelings known to me.“L– Lewis?” She mutters in shock.My heart stirs as I drag in her dangerously sweet scent. I let out a deep breath and take one more step toward her, raising my eyes to hers. “Sophia, I, um…”Words bail on me as I hold her gaze. Sparkly eyes that have always had me wondering if she’s wearing contact lenses stare back at me. But the smokiness around them renders me breathless. Her eyes dart slightly. I pause on the mole below the left one. Her cheeks are flushed and shiny. Her lips–so glossy and beautifully parted. I imagine my lips on them. Insanely tempting.“Hello,” she says and drops her eyes. “Um, bye-bye–”Instantly, she turns leftward, going past me.My senses flare.“Sophia?” I grab her wrist fast and turn.She gasps again, tripping over her legs. Her left

Alexander’s POVShe nods, releasing a soft breath as her left hand begins sliding up my chest. “You made me this way…”A lump forms in my throat, forcing my breath to pause.“You used to touch me all the time… my boobs, my body, with your mouth, and put your fingers inside me… but you stopped… Why? Why’d you stop? That’s why I miss it and want to… want us to have sex…”My head pounds.‘You made me this way’ keeps ringing in my brain. It makes my stomach churn. She’s told no lies. I introduced her to something that was wrong from the onset, twisted, should never have been, but now–“But that’s not all I want from you…” She interrupts my thoughts and presses her lips to where the left barbell is. She kisses it again, stroking the other one.I hold her close, clinging to every movement and breath she takes, clinging to the tingling in my chest; anything to rid me of the guilt suffocating me once again.“I want to know you.” She mutters. My pulse quickens.Her arms slide around my silk s

Alexander’s POV“Sophia?” I call out, moving without a thought. “I’ll catch up,” I say to Scott.“Sure. See you at the gathering.”“Alexander?” Her tiny croak travels to my ears as her legs come out first, dangling from the seat.I pull the door wider and go around it to see her yawning and scratching her left eye. Her purse is on the floor of the car. Her jacket is in her lap. Her veil hangs crookedly behind her head. Strands of hair are stuck in her mouth. My jaw falls slightly. Warmth blossoms in my chest as I stare at her. There’s something so endearing about the way she looks. Adorable might be a better word to describe what I’m looking at.“I need to pee.” She utters, still scratching her left eye.Oh!I drop my eyes to see the way she twists her legs together. Then, I pick up her purse and stretch to place it behind her.“Can you walk?”She nods.I quickly move, picking up her shoes from the ground. When I return, I take her right foot first, slipping it into her shoe. My min

Lewis’ POVSophia remains fast asleep, head against my chest. Still holding her up, I’ve not moved an inch. I stroke the soft fur on her back as I study her features. Her face is warm crimson, and there’s a frown crossing it.“Why did you drink so much?” I mutter painfully. Yet I’m thankful. The only reason I get to hold her this close is ‘cause she’s dead drunk.I drop my eyes to her parted lips, getting thirsty by the second.And slowly, I begin to inch closer, giving in to the voice in my head.Would she kiss me back? Would she even recall when she’s sober? Her breath touches my face.Would it feel as wonderful as—“Lewis?!”Pulling back, I turn my head sharply, eyes landing on Barbara. Her eyebrows are drawn together, her eyes popping out. Horror is written on her face.“What the hell was that? What the hell were you just about to do?”I give her no response. “Have you lost your mind? Are– are you— I could have been Kylie–”“Barb, please.” I shake my head, in no mood for a scold