All Chapters of Sold To The Possessive Billionaire In A Suit : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Alexander’s POV“I was kidding,” she breaks into my head, hitting my arm softly.Hands already shaking, I force a smile and drop my eyes to her coat. Even when all the droplets of water are gone, I still keep brushing my trembling palm over the woolen fabric.Sophia goes quiet.I slowly lift my eyes to hers. Her gaze is warm, bright, hazel, and welcoming, as always. It’s one of the many things about her that broke through my walls to reach my heart. “Whatever it is,” she whispers, lifting herself and stretching toward me. “Tell me when you’re ready.” And with that, she presses a kiss on my cheek.My heart misses a beat.She’s about to withdraw, but I wrap my arms around her and hold on tight. I shut my eyes and drop my chin on her shoulder. Her arms go around me without question.“I promise,” I utter, brushing my stubble against her cheek and exhaling a shaky breath. “I promise, I’ll tell you everything…”Everything, except one. Except her—that woman. Sophia can never find out about

Sophia’s POVIt’s our second day in Venice, Italy. The weather was great yesterday, so we went on a private gondola ride, had a candlelit dinner by the Canal, before getting lost together in the hidden streets in the middle of the night; we just kept going in circles and corners, kissing, touching, laughing, and running away to avoid getting caught until Alexander had to call for help. It was almost 2 a.m. when we made it back to our private villa.Venice has been slow, extremely romantic, and intimate. Like really intimate. It’s raining currently, there’s nothing major planned for today, and as you can guess, I’m spending every second of this fairytale honeymoon with my sweet husband.On our terrace, lost in our world, and the beautiful sound of rain hitting the roof, my arms are curved around his neck, and I’m seated in his lap, straddling him as we kiss to infinity. The timer set for 5 minutes goes off on his phone on the nearby table, and he just taps ‘restart’ without breaking

Alexander’s POVSophia makes a sound, and I’m forced to drop my eyes to her, watching as she stirs. Her eyes flutter open, partly lidded. She’s taken off her contact lenses, so I know she probably can’t see clearly.“Alexander,” she mumbles.“Go back to sleep, my love,” I mutter, taking the opportunity to slide my fingers out of her grip and lean over to kiss her forehead. Her lids close again. I throw the sheet over her and spring off the bed, eyes back on the… fool in a black raincoat and an umbrella for his head, who risked his life just to get pictures of us, and is still seated on the roof, obviously waiting for us to come out again. He would wish he’d stayed home. My privacy is one of the few things I don’t joke about. Sophia was almost half-naked; I was shirtless. Thankfully, the robe covered both of us. I grab my phone, open the camera, and begin taking zoomed-out photos of him. Then I send them to my head of security.Me: {Who is this fool? Name, address, workplace.}I gr

Alexander’s POVFacepalming and still squatting, I take unsteady, deep breaths, counting seconds in my head to calm my nerves. My blood boils with rage, my pulse pumps with bitterness, filling my mind with ideas of retribution. In my head, the photographer has been beaten to a pulp and left to bleed on the cold, wet ground. But I made a vow to myself to never resort to violence, no matter how badly I want to, so I don’t ever become like my father. It’s been one of the hardest things I’ve had to do my whole life. So fu–ing hard.“Alexander?” Sophia’s soft voice pierces through the noise in my head.With shaky breaths, I slowly raise my head, fixing my eyes on her. Still holding on to that disgusting pervert’s camera and phone, she stares back at me, warmth and trembling filling her hazel eyes through her glasses.My chest tightens instantly. Guilt lodges in my chest, suffocating me. That bastard invaded her privacy, and I couldn’t break his hands and pluck out his filthy eyes to make

Sophia’s POV“Alexander?” My chest puffs from a sharp inhale as my body glues to his. My eyes are closed. My fists are tightened, my left gripping my soap bar. It slips out of my grip, hitting the floor with a soft sound.Every part of him is felt behind me, unscrewing every knot in my head. He burrows his nose against my nape, pressing a soft kiss on my wet skin, and I unravel without a fight, dropping my hands. Heat rushes through me, burning hotter than the shower.He slides his hands up my body, cupping my bosoms with his large hands and moving his sinful kisses to my right ear. With my lips parted, I drag in another deep breath, putting my hands over his.“Daddy is here,” he whispers. And that’s what ruins everything.Laughter splutters out of my mouth so suddenly, my body breaking as I crack up. He laughs softly, too, resting his head against my head.“Oh my God,” I blurt, still in stitches. My head lolls against his chest as water rains down on us. “Only I get to say that. Not