All Chapters of Sold To The Possessive Billionaire In A Suit : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

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Chapter 150. Things We Did Before Dinner

Alexander’s POVShe sniffles, face turning to her left as her hand goes to her eyes.My left arm stays around her. I reach into my pocket for my handkerchief and slip it into her grip. It was not my intention to make her cry again on this special day. I move my fingers against her ribs, tickling softly.Her body kicks against mine and freezes. She pulls in another inhale and glances at me with misty eyes before blinking away. “Still crying?” I whisper in her hair.She dabs her eyes with my handkerchief, then slowly shakes her head.I kiss the scar again, silently making a vow to myself. No harm would ever come to her. Never. For as long as we last… together… and maybe beyond…She moves, turning slowly. The fabric of her dress brushes against my shirt, and in seconds, she puts herself to my chest. My hands shift onto instinct, holding her slender frame easily.It’s quiet. Warmer… tender.My head whirs, threatening to wander off, especially when she puts her arms around me and shifts c

Chapter 151. The Birthday Girl Gets What She Wants

Alexander’s POVI reach into my bag, take out some wads of 100-dollar bills, and hand them to Michael and his colleagues. “Thank you all for tonight.”They respond with delighted thanks, tipping their heads slightly and smiling. I take a small cake from the staff member who left earlier, counting the candles stuck in it to ensure they number up to twenty-four.“Goodnight, Mr. Thorne.”“Goodnight,” I respond. With that, I shut the door. The automatic lock clicks immediately. And I head back to join Sophia. My steps slow when I see her still seated in her seat, attractive legs crossed under the table. Something warm and new coils in my chest, forcing me to stop in my tracks.I watch her. She’s not seen me yet. The pen is in her left hand, which holds the document up. She sniffles, dabbing tears from her eyes with my handkerchief as she stares at the document.Has she signed it? It’s a letter of intent.She flips the page, still sobbing so softly, it makes my pulse beat. Seeing her cry

Chapter 152. Her Greatness

Alexander’s POVShe settles in my lap, right arm, shoulder, and her back brushing against my chest. Breathing seems dangerous, so I hold my breath as she adjusts.My left fingers trickle through her mid-back-length hair, ready to anchor her back should she need support. My right hand is on its way down when my eyes fall first, scanning her silky thighs fully on display; the dress only covers so little.With a shake of my head, a scoff of disbelief spews from me as I stare at my right hand still hanging in the air, nowhere for it to stay. What do you want from me, Sophia?My gaze travels down her overly moisturized legs all the way to her feet in those gorgeous strappy shoes. She wriggles her toes. And with the same slowness, I shift my eyes to her face. It’s right in mine. My chest rises and falls against her arm. Her eyes are alternating between my lips and my eyes.“No,” I whisper and grip her arms to push her forward, unable to help but chuckle.“I came for the cake,” she lies thr

Chapter 153. Sacred: Rose and Thorns

Sophia’s POVIt’s hot—every part of me. I curl my feet in my shoes. Being in his lap, this close to him, and knowing it’s just the two of us here has my heart racing too fast, especially after the question I’ve just asked.He stays silent. His left fingers are perched on his left thigh, close to where my butt is.My grip on my fork weakens as I inhale deeply and wait. And wait…“Sex is sacred…” His voice cracks into my head. I pause and blink.Sacred?The plastic fork slips off my fingers onto the plate. I sit up and turn to him. To stare into the darkness of his eyes that holds my gaze captive.It’s quiet. Too quiet. Only soft breaths between us, and my mind taunting me, reminding me of the tattoo written down his spine—the one about sex being beautiful. A tattoo that can only mean he’s had experiences, and he found them… beautiful. Yet he deems it too sacred to have it with me?My chest squeezes.I blink again, feeling hurt and… I don’t know.“Sex binds you to the other person in wa

Chapter 154. A Man On a Mission

Sophia’s POVMy body is ablaze like never before. My arms squeeze tight around his neck. The thumping in my middle pushes soft gasps out of my parted lips.“Soph. No…” he breathes shakily against my hair, digging his fingers into my hips, as if to stop me, as if to pull me away from him, but they simply keep digging, and I keep going, dying and waking up from the size, the hardness, the feel… I don’t know which kills me. My body recalls that I felt it—the first day we kissed, in his penthouse.My lips press to his sharp jaw, the heat between us consuming me deeper and deeper.His body trembles. He finally pulls me away from him just an inch. My eyes flicker open. My breath is still wild with passion, his face is still in mine, red lipstick smeared all over his mouth. I must look the same.“Alexander, I want—” “No, Soph…” he says with barely any conviction, eyes glued to my lips. He’s breathing so hard. His face is hardened with a battle I can’t comprehend, as if he wants this, yet do

Chapter 155. Battle of The Wealthiest

Lewis’ POV21:50.Only ten minutes left.I should be seated in the hall, but I stand a few meters from the door, punishing myself before I have to hand over my phone.Exhaling in distress, I scratch my forehead as I stare at the last three messages I sent to Soph Soph, especially the one I sent at midnight, wishing her a happy birthday. They’re all unread and not delivered. I’m blocked. I know. I’ve known for weeks. Yet I try. Yet I call and text, and hope she has a change of heart for old times’ sake. I hope she remembers the good times, even if they were few. I wish she’d remember the two times I sent gifts while she was in London for doing well in her tests, or the one time she hand-wrote me a letter. I should have shown more excitement instead of teasing her about where she missed a punctuation mark. I should have written back. I should have made it our thing, since she enjoyed writing. Instead I—I still have the letter, folded in my safe, at my parents’ home.Alex… His name scr

Chapter 156. The Highest Bidder

Lewis’ POVThe blonde European woman is the highest bidder. Her grin is full of pride. Envious gazes bite at her, but she obviously gives zero fu–s.I swear under my breath, tongue gliding over my teeth. The chances of anyone else getting that last painting are very slim now. Luke meets my gaze and flicks his left eyebrow stealthily. I nod, clenching my jaw.The second painting is paraded again with excessive care. The moment it’s unveiled, the gray-haired money Lord in front jerks up.It’s an astounding piece.A sea of heads on a path. Gray, black, gold, and white all mix to form a city. I don’t even know what the hell it is. But the name is announced.“City of Unnoticed Chaos.” I have to agree. I nod, wishing I could buy it. A lot is going on in the painting, yet everyone in it seems to be unaware. It reminds me of our friendship circle. How we all gather to drink and live in reckless lavishness, yet everyone’s going through private shitty things we somehow never discuss.Maybe I’l

Chapter 157. I Want a Life With You

Alexander’s POVA hand grips my wrist.“Don’t leave me,” Sophia’s broken voice hits me, and I halt in my tracks, still trembling. The noise in my head settles to something almost muted. My heart still kicks erratically. But slowly, I turn around.“Alexander, don’t leave me,” she chokes, beautiful, reddened from smeared red lipstick, pleasure, and the tears already brewing in her eyes. She clutches the white sheet to her chest. Her hair is in disarray and sticking out everywhere, red ribbons barely hanging on.I shake my head instantly, moving at an insane speed toward her. Before the sheet can slide down, I pull her against my chest. My hands palm her bare back. “I’m not. I’m not leaving you…”“You were leaving,” she sobs, putting her arms around me.“No,” My head keeps shaking. My chest squeezes with guilt and despair. I sink my knees into the bed, gathering her and the heavy sheet into my arms. “I’ll never leave you, Soph…” I promise, pressing my face to her hair. “I can’t leave you

Chapter 158. Not A Remedy

Penelope’s POV (Psycho)Scratching his eyes, Bobby strolls in from the resting lounge as Mr. Thorne enters my office. They both pause, staring at each other. And suddenly, Bobby points a finger.“Crazy man number two!”“Bobby?!” I gasp in horror, leaving Mr. Thorne’s side and rushing to put a hand over Bob’s mouth. I glance at Mr. Thorne. His eyes widen. He looks caught off guard. “He’s my little brother,” I quickly say. “He has a fever, so I couldn’t leave him alone…”“Hello,” my brother greets him with a wave.He says nothing, remaining rooted at the door, eyes still on Bobby.I press my lips together and turn to my brother, putting the back of my palm to his forehead. He’s still warm, but it’s much better than two hours ago. “Bobby, go wait for me in that room. Okay? Watch your anime, then get some sleep. I’ll come for you soon.”He nods and turns around, strolling back the way he came, in his Naruto pajamas. He pauses at the door and turns again, eyes on Mr. Thorne, who still hasn

Chapter 159. Me, My Girls, and Love Bites

Sophia’s POV I woke up, and he was gone. I panicked, thinking: he said he wasn’t going to leave me, but he did. But he called to let me know he had to step out in the middle of the night for an urgent matter. I wonder what was so urgent. Garvey picked me up by 06:30. There was a shawl on the seat waiting for me, for very obvious and intimate reasons. I managed to make it to my bedroom without my parents asking too many questions. I got some more sleep.Now, it’s 12:00 P.M.; my fitting is in thirty minutes. Layla, Jordyn, and my mom are in my bedroom, laughing about something and waiting for me while I lose my mind in my closet.My neck stings as I stare at the mirror. I’ve got one, two, three hickeys on my neck, and one on my collarbone. There’s a small bruise on my bottom lip. I covered it up with dark lip liner and gloss.I’m doomed, but I touch the pendant of my new necklace, unable to help but smile as last night plays in my head. Our little private secret. Heat fills me as my

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