All Chapters of Sold To The Possessive Billionaire In A Suit : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Xander’s POVMy grip on the handlebars tightens, firming up my biceps. Adrenaline bursts in my veins. I twist and release the throttle to rev my bike’s engine as I fly against the wind, moving through rows of cars like I’m invisible. Headlights flash like a blur, going past me in milliseconds. I keep my eyes ahead, staring through the dark smoke visor of my helmet. Horns blare, the engine roars noisily beneath me, yet it remains quiet in my head. I put a gloved hand to the zipper of my jacket, lowering it a little to let the cold air seep into my chest.A memory of the last time I flew against the wind plays in my head: while Sophia was asleep in my bed on her first night in my penthouse. I was out riding until dawn and only slipped under the sheet to tease her—one of the many ways I tried seducing her. One that worked. She’d looked so flustered and scared, yet curious. Now, all I feel is regret and remorse. I can’t believe it was months ago.I glance at my watch and keep flying fas

Sophia’s POV“Bye, Mom!” I say to her, waving and grinning so much that my cheeks hurt. She stands at the door and waves back. Ava stands behind her in the shadow, still teasing me with winks while pointing at Alexander, who walks ahead with my small duffel bag and purse hanging across each of his shoulders. I simply roll my eyes and wave at her.Oddly enough, my mom didn’t question my little luggage. Although she did stare at it with a suspicious look the whole time I carried it, until Alexander took it off my shoulder.“Bye, my darling! Have fun and see you soon.”Giggling with happiness, I raise my second hand to wave with more vigor while backing away. “See you soon…”See you tomorrow. I turn around when I get to my new car, still smiling as I watch Alexander. He shuts the door after dropping my white duffel bag on the back seat. Then goes around to get my door.All the roses have been taken out and kept in the garden for now because there were too many. He gets to me, wearing

Sophia’s POVIt’s pitch black. My heart pounds with reckless excitement mixed with slight unease as I touch my fingers to the blindfold. The fabric is soft against my skin.Alexander quietly ties it behind me.“How many fingers do I have up?” He asks.A strained chuckle slips out of me. “I can’t– I can’t see anything… um…”My hands tremble just a little.Heat from his body caresses me as he moves. I feel him standing very close, right before me.“Soph?”“Mm?” I mumble, swallowing hard.His fingers go around my wrists and peel my hands off the blindfold. Then, they slide to hold my shaky hands. “You’re safe with me.” He utters in a calm, sad tone, lifting my hands to his lips. He kisses my right knuckles first, then the left ones, and keeps his mouth on my hand. His breath is warm against my hands.I nod, hoping he doesn’t feel too bad that I panicked.“If you’re not comfortable, I can take off the blindfold and have you just close your eyes.”“No,” I shake my head and go close, tight

Sophia’s POVAlexander nods in response.The female attendant turns to me, wearing a pleasant smile, “Hello, Miss Sophia.”“Hello,” I mutter.“This way, please,” she says, ushering us inside with her hands.Alexander puts his arm around my waist and takes the first step after the attendant, who leads us somewhere.Shoppers stop to stare at us; uniformed attendants pause to smile and greet Alexander, then greet me. Our path is cleared faster than I can blink. Heat prickles my cheeks as I’m filled with an awareness of how much attention my man commands.He turns to meet my eyes. His fingers strum on my waist as he holds my gaze, sending light, tickling sensations through me. He doesn’t care that eyes are on us. A tiny giggle escapes my lips. I put my face against his arm, and he shifts his fingers to my elbow, giving it a gentle stroke.Always tickling me every chance he gets.The attendant pushes a door for us. It’s labeled: VIP. She holds the door open, we go in, and she shuts it.Pri

Sophia’s POV~19:10: Dinnertime~Classic piano tunes travel to my ears from a distance. I run my palms over the ruffles of my dress as I take slow steps after the female staff who came to get me from our suite.The path is dimly lit and quiet. Vintage and classical decorative pieces animate the hotel passages.We get to the arched entryway, and she stops. I pause and meet her smiling gaze. Gesturing in, she says, “He’s waiting for you over there.”My eyes shift in the direction of her hand and land on a stunning dark-haired Alexander in a long-sleeved midnight blue shirt and white pants, legs crossed, with a foot dangling in suede coffee-brown bit loafers. Seated in the corner of the private space, he holds his phone in his right hand, typing as he sips water from a glass. He’s had his hair restyled elegantly to the back. My heart skips and begins a marathon. I turn to the staff and murmur, “Thank you.”“The pleasure is mine. Have a lovely evening,” she answers and turns to leave.