All Chapters of Sold To The Possessive Billionaire In A Suit : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sophia’s POVIt’s the best flat white coffee I’ve ever tasted. Better than every single one I’ve had since I got back, and even better than the one I used to drink in London. Alexander’s staring at me, eyes glistening with expectation. He wants to know if he did well.I slowly wipe my mouth and give him a thumbs up.“On a scale of one to ten?”“Ten,” I reply.He lifts a brow, a corner of his lips tilting upward to show he’s pleased.“Thank you,” I murmur, watching him as he takes the mug to the sink.“You’re welcome.”He cleans up immediately, wiping and washing. And I just stare at him, wondering whether he spent hours learning to make the coffee or if he’s just a good coffee maker. Wondering if I should be wary of him or keep falling for him like I am right now.The time on the refrigerator reads 16:59. I should have been home by 16:45, even if I got an extension of my session. And the drive from Alexander’s place to mine is still about 45 minutes or more.Distressed, I let out a s

Sophia’s POVI gained over 200k followers overnight. And lost a few. It’s all thanks to that post of Alexander and me. My DM’s are full, my comments are overflowing, and my mom has, surprisingly, been getting calls all day from people who want an interview with me about the wedding. It’s so overwhelming. I’ve since turned off my phone and hidden it somewhere, but that’s not even the main reason I’ve rid myself of my phone. Here’s why:Alexander sent the recording at exactly 00:00, and it’s gonna disappear in 24 hours. I’ve been dreading it. I haven’t listened because I know it’s going to do something to me—something I can’t control. And for the first time, I turned off my read receipt, just so he doesn’t know I’ve seen it.But I can only hide for so long. It’s 05:00 P.M. already. In a few hours, I’d have to confront it. After all, I got weak when I should have stopped him the first time. It’s like I agreed to it without agreeing. In another life, this would never be my reality. Yet

Sophia’s POVHe says nothing for a moment.Needy, my fist tightens as I stop a tear.“Did you listen?” He asks softly.I shut my eyes and open them. “Mmm-hmm…”“You turned off your read receipt. Why?”I shake my head in silence, short of answers.“You didn’t want me to know you’ve seen it? Or listened?”“I was going to turn it back on…” I mumble. With shaky fingers, I pinch my blanket, hoping he’s not upset. “I’m-I’m still… nervous…”“Don’t be. Okay? It’s all right.”I nod.It gets silent again. I keep pinching my blanket, anxious for an answer to my question.The silence stretches, until…“What do you think I like about you after listening to that?”My pulse quickens. I squeeze the blanket, slowly crossing my legs as I lean against the wall.He repeats, “What do you think?”I shut my eyes, replaying without restraint. “M-my body…”“Be specific.”I hold back a sound, feeling those sensations take over me. “M-my b-boobs…”He says nothing, waiting for me.“My… toned stomach… and back…”

Sophia’s POVHe hasn’t said anything about the call we had in the middle of the night. Or about whatever he said to get Candace off my back, and how he knew to call her at that moment.I stare at my hand in his as we ride the elevator together, then at him. He seems distracted today, busy typing on his phone. He also got on a call as soon as he stepped into his office. But then he came around after his secretary left and tickled me. We hugged briefly, and he kissed my forehead. I think he’s in a good mood.I fiddle with the large button holding my coat together. I’ve not shown him what’s underneath; I’m not sure I’ll be able to do it.He meets my gaze. I quickly avert mine. But from the corner of my eye, I see him put his phone away.“What is it?” He questions, pulling me close. “What’s on your mind?”I look at him and immediately, sounds and images play in my head—sounds from the recording, and images of me standing half naked in front of the mirror. I shake my head.“My perfect li

Sophia’s POVIs this why he’s been in a good mood the entire day? Why he’s been using his phone more than usual and constantly communicating with Leah? Because he was planning my proposal?My lips quiver, my eyes watering without my permission. I glance over my shoulder at Leah. She has a friendly smile on her face. Then she gestures for me to go in.Slowly, I enter the office and close the door.Tears blur my vision as I move through the millions of petals on the floor.My heart drums, my hands tremble, my feet are unsteady, almost wobbly in my heels.I put out my manicured fingers, staring at my red nails—they’re still fresh. “Alexander?” I choke, scanning for him as I walk. I go past his huge table, moving to the back of the office.So many flowers and my favorite roses. The scent fills the air beautifully. To my right—where the sofas and coffee table are—is an array and stacks of designer boxes, luxury carrier bags from my favorite designers, and several clear balloons in light p