Soppy Stern Novels & Stories

The conversation died on his tongue. "Look at you, my dear," Eleanor Sterling said from the head of the table, her sharp eyes softening with rare approval. "Emerald is definitely your color, Sienna. Sit next to Alec." Sienna walked over with steady steps, though her knees felt like water beneath the long silk skirt. Alec stepped forward, his expression returning to its cold, composed mask, and pulled her chair out for her. As she sat, his fingers grazed the bare skin of her shoulder. The touch was warm, firm, and deliberate, sending a sudden shiver through her spine that made her breath hitch.

Sterling was sticking his tongue out and wiggling it in accordance with my movements. The staffer was clueless that I had lifted up my frumpy sweater and that my super hard nipples were nearly poking holes through my tight tank top. I squeezed a boob and blew a kiss at Dr. Sterling. He caught it and rubbed it on his lips. He was cool as a cucumber. Dr. Sterling resisted every urge to touch me improperly. I, on the other hand, was so turned on I could have let him fuck me right there on his table.

"Ms. Sterling." The woman in immaculate black silk appeared as if summoned, her silver hair perfectly coiffed. "Sir" "Sophia Moretti. My future wife " Dante’s voice was impersonal, dismissive, like he was assigning a parcel. "Get her settled. See she has everything required." His gaze flickered over me for a fraction of a second, devoid of warmth or even the earlier predatory interest. "Keep her contained." Ms. Sterling inclined her head. "Of course."

"Styx!" Sophia yelled, barging into Styx's room. Her eyes were red and burning with fury, slowly losing control of her anger. Styx slowly opened his eyes, he stood up from the chair and turned to face Sophia. His eyes were calm and void, patiently waiting for Sophia to speak even though he already knew the reason she was here.

Her movements became stiff. Seeing that Sophia hardly touched her knife to chop her food, Christian thought she was being shy because of his "surgery" comment. He used the serving fork to put a large, juicy shrimp into her bowl. "You don't need to be so formal with us, Miss Sophia," Christian said gently. "Even though we're collaborating, you can treat us like friends. Eat up!" Sophia gave him a tight smile. "Thank you, Christian." None of them knew what was really wrong. They didn't know that whenever Lucian entered the picture, the powerful CEO of Sterling Atelier turned back into a helpless, cornered girl with no choice.