جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 40

❤️Sophie❤️“Yes, please. Give me exactly what I need husband.” Adrian smashes his lips down on mine and kisses hard. So hard I become breathless. So hard I cling instinctively to him. I kiss him back with the same intensity. Same hunger. Exactly what I need. My pussy throbs. Cold air kisses my naked skin. Making me whimper against him. Adrian chuckles, a sound that rips through the room and surprises the hell out of me. He just chuckled. My naked skin rubs against his clothed one, the material of his suit brushes against my hardened nipples. A moan tears from my lips again. He notices immediately, His strong palm comes down on one breast. And he squeezes. “Oh my God.” I moan breathlessly. Like a shameless slut. His shameless slut. I'm not even supposed to be feeling like this. I know nothing about this man. But his touch…. Oh my goodness. It’s driving me insane. I want more. Whatever he has to give, I will take it all. Adrian's lips come down on my neck, and he sucks, then he

❤️Sophie❤️ The first thing I notice when I wake up is the empty side of the bed. For a few seconds, I simply stare at it while trying my best to ignore the overwhelming sense of disappointment that is beginning to creep up my skin. My fingers brush the sheet beside me before I can stop them. The sheets remain perfectly smooth. Cold. Untouched. He never came back. A strange ache settles in my chest again. Maybe he slept somewhere else. Maybe billionaires have emergency meetings at three in the morning. Maybe…. Maybe he simply didn’t want to sleep beside me. I immediately pull the blanket over my head. No. We are not doing this today Sophie. I have survived college exams, pregnancy cravings, and accidentally marrying a billionaire. I will survive one emotionally weird husband. Twenty minutes later, I'm downstairs wearing one of Adrian’s oversized white shirts. The fabric is cool against my skin, yet it does nothing to soothe the ache exploding in my chest. The mansion is

☠️Adrian☠️ The city disappears around me in streaks of orange and white. I don’t remember deciding to come here. One minute I was leaving the vault with blood still drying across my knuckles. The next, my car was turning into a familiar neighborhood without my permission. Habit. Nothing more. The security gate glides open before I even stop the engine. She was expecting me. Just like she always does. Every night. Like I meant more than I am. Like I can give her what she thinks she wants. I step out of the car and slam the door shut. For a moment, I don’t move. My eyes travel through the familiar place. Vivian’s penthouse sits on the top floor, exactly the way I left it the last time I was here. Minimal. Expensive. Quiet. The front door opens before I knock. She leans against the frame wearing a silk robe the color of red wine, one shoulder bare, dark hair falling over it effortlessly. A slow smile curves on her lips, “I was beginning to think you would never come bac

☠️Adrian☠️ I stand beside the car longer than I should. The night air is cold. Quiet. Unlike my raging mind. My hand rests on the roof of the Porsche while I stare into absolutely nothing. Not the vault. Not home. The thought of either place makes my jaw tighten. The vault reminds me I couldn't even lose myself the way I always have. Home.…. Home reminds me of one stubborn infuriating woman wrapped in one of my shirts, looking at me with those stupid innocent eyes as if I wasn't capable of running everything I touched. As if I'm normal, not damaged beyond reason. I exhale sharply, “What the fuck is wrong with me?” I'm always composed. In control. And for the first time in years, I don't know where I belong. My phone vibrates inside my pocket. Damien. I answer on the second ring. “What?” His voice comes out immediately, “We found it.” Every muscle in my body stills. “What did you say?” “We finally found Harrison’s hidden company.” The irritation inside me evaporat

☠️Adrian☠️ For several long moments, neither of us moves. I simply stare at her. Sophie is still in my arms, cheeks burning, the white satin catching the candlelight with every nervous breath she takes. The room smells faintly of jasmine. Candles flicker across every surface. Soft music hums somewhere in the background. She really…. Prepared all this for me? My gaze sweeps over the bedroom once more while I slowly, almost reluctantly step away from her. The carefully arranged flowers remain exactly where she had placed them. The wine sits untouched on the table. I watch the ridiculous number of candles then look back to her face. “So,” I say quietly, “this wasn't because of electricity.” She closes her eyes, “No.” Silence falls, she worries the edge of her sleeve between her fingers before finally looking up again. “I know it looks silly.” “It does, I actually almost believe the electricity story.” She groans and covers her face, “Please don't remind me.” The c