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Sophia’s POVMy eyes wouldn’t stop watering. However, I’m doing a great job at keeping all the tears in. I don’t plan on ruining my makeup, even if it would be a hundred times worth it, for this stunning surprise my husband pulled on me—flew a high-profile celebrity designer over to London just to style me. It’s only our tenth day together, but it feels like my wedding all over again.Standing in front of the full-length mirror, I sniffle and press my lips together as Mario dresses me up in a soft, mid-thigh, sandy-sage green dress that’s hard to capture in a word. My shoulders and neck are exposed. It has sleeves that extend to my fingertips; several layers of sheer sage green fabric drape over the dress, hiding the fact that my husband had only naughty thoughts when he asked Mario to design a dress for me. I’ve had to change my underwear to something functional yet risky. And all I have to do is spin once, and oh, what a scandalous dress it is. But it’s so pretty. I’m pairing it wit

Sophia’s POVFirst, Alexander drops the sunflowers and my purse on the console table, then slips out of his shoes and squats to put on a pair of black silk slides. Sniffing, I slip a finger beneath my glasses, stopping my tears at the outer corners of my eyes and watching him take out my pink fur slides. Still busy at the console table, he glances over his shoulder at me and breaks into a short laugh; it’s beautiful. I reciprocate, letting out a tiny laugh before pressing my lips together when he turns away. He takes something else out.My eyes widen as I choke out words: “A crown?”He’s chuckling now as he delicately holds the dazzling gold tiara in his left hand. He sets it down beside my purse. My fur slides are in his other hand, then he turns in my direction, wearing a sheepish smile.My hand goes over my mouth; my eyes keep watering, but I smile through it, waiting for him to come back to me. He does. His steps are steady, intentional, and slow.“You got me a crown?” I blurt.

Sophia’s POVI think there’s a problem at the company; that’s why everyone’s been trying to reach us, including Layla and Jordyn. They’ve texted that my mom urgently needs to speak with me. But Alexander has chosen to ignore everything that has nothing to do with our honeymoon; I’m doing exactly as he has. So, we’ve both turned off our phones.It’s been sex, breakfast, fun, sex, lunch, hide-and-seek, shower sex or sex in the bath, dinner, pillow talk, foreplay or learning new positions, then more sex. Rinse and repeat. And it’s been some of the best days of my life.Wearing only a black shirt that’s his, and with my eyes closed, I lay on his bare chest, his arms wrapped around me. It’s quiet. He’s been drifting in and out of sleep. My mind whirs, but I’m trying not to worry about everything that might be happening outside our cozy not-so-little penthouse.“What do you want to eat for dinner?” My husband murmurs, sounding unbothered.“Um,” I open my eyes, focusing my gaze on something

Sophia’s POVIt’s 10:00 p.m. I’m in the garage, sitting on Alexander’s black bike and dressed up in heat pads, leather, gloves, and boots. I one hundred percent prefer the black bike to the red one we rode in the Dolomites. He said this one is custom-made.My eyes glue to him as he strolls toward me, holding a matte black helmet, also clothed in a black leather jacket and gloves, charcoal jeans, wicked boots, and a helmet that reveals his dangerously dark eyes through the open visor—all in a ploy to make me bend. My stomach does a backflip, and I bend on his bike, gripping the handlebars as I sprawl my upper body and push up my butt. He arches his left brow, and somehow, I can tell he’s smirking. He gets to me, throws a leg over the bike, and closes the gap between us. His heat immediately wraps around me like a lure, his scent driving my senses into a cloud. His left hand grips my waist, dragging me until I’m sitting on him.This thing called love is taking over me completely, maki

Sophia’s POVSunday service starts at 08:00 a.m. It’s currently 07:30 a.m., and we’re en route to church. Garvey is behind the wheel. My husband sits next to me, his legs crossed, staring out the window, both of us strapped to the seats inside his Rolls-Royce Phantom. My eyes are on him, noting every finger twitch, every jaw clench, and every deep sigh he’s not aware that he’s making. He’s not said much all morning; he doesn’t have to. Now that I know what his father did to him, I understand why he’s never enthusiastic about our families gathering together, just like our engagement day and my first visit to his family home.Without thinking, I slide my left hand onto his lap and find his right hand. His lashes flutter, and he turns to me. I give him my best smile and lock our fingers, squeezing his hand.“I love you,” I whisper.His mouth curves into a brief smile, and he turns his entire body to me, putting his left hand on my sleek hair. “I love you more.”My smile widens. I pucker