LOGINSophia’s POVMy brain wants to dwell on why my fiancé has a mute chauffeur and why I’m just finding out now, since meeting him almost two months ago, but Hannah is here?What a surprise.We exchanged numbers at my engagement party, but she does not enjoy chatting or calls, so we’ve only checked in on each other a few times. I hope she came along with little Abel. Alexander’s jaw is taut as he stares at the car, and I can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking. Still holding my hand, he glances at me; I avert my eyes, and he starts moving again. I follow, taking quick strides to catch up despite his slow steps.When we get to the porch, I start to slip my left hand out of his hold, but his grip tightens.I meet his eyes.“What are you thinking?” He questions, features softening into a small smile as he holds my gaze. My heart thuds nervously.I don’t want anyone to see us holding hands, especially my aunt. He turns to me, lifting his fingers to my face. No, not here. Not here. But m
Sophia’s POVIt took Garvey an hour and a few minutes to get to where his jet was going to land. He’s been driving for a while now, so we should be almost at my home.However, I’m still seated in Alexander’s lap, arms curved around his neck, face in his left cheek, and my body very aware of his; it’s warm and hard. He remains still. His arms are loosely wrapped around me, and his eyes are closed. But every few seconds, a flash of heat ticks between my thighs, and I replay what I did several minutes ago. I’ve never wanted to die of shame so much in my whole life. Maybe I would have jumped out of the car if he hadn’t resorted to tickling me. With every iota of self-control, I keep my thighs pressed tightly together, avoiding any movement because I fear I’ll kiss him and start moving again; one of my girls can literally feel a barbell. That’s not all, some dangerous thoughts have been running through my mind for the past few days, ever since those open-whatever panties that I’m yet to
Alexander’s POVI ground my jaw, thinking for a second. Then I turn down the volume of the music.“Sophia?” She still wouldn’t move or utter a sound. Only the rising and falling of her chest against mine and the slight trembling of her body tell me she’s very much aware of what she’s just done.Firming my hands on her hips, I pull her away from me and sit up.Hands on my shoulders, she keeps her head down, allowing her hair to cover her face.“Look at me.”She lifts only her eyes to glance at me, and then drops them again. I turn on the starlight headliner to see her face clearly. Her lips press together, twitching and twisting, face still flushed. Streak of tears has dried up on her face.“Is that how much you missed me?” I tease, pinching her left thigh.Her brows immediately snap together, eyes falling to where she’s just been pinched. Then she lifts her eyes to mine. I hold her gaze, watching the struggle on her face—the struggle not to avert her gaze.I take her hands, lifting
Alexander’s POVGarvey goes inside the Rolls-Royce and shuts his door.Instinctively, my nose gravitates toward her neck, dragging in her scent like it’s air. I wrap my other arm around her and just stay there like I’ve got all the time in the world.She sobs softly, warm breath caressing my jaw. Her body shakes on each sniffle she makes.And soon, I start to stroke her back, gently, patiently, allowing her to let it all out. Her arms squeeze even tighter, stopping my breath, as if I’d vanish if she lets go. But she’s allowed.I move toward the car again. Leaning low, I put my head inside and bend to put her on the seat, but she twists her legs behind me, refusing to let go. Wow.Distance has nothing on her.“Soph?”She responds with a tiny sniffle, releases her legs, then withdraws her hands. And carefully, I drop her on the seat. She keeps her head bowed, manicured little fingers curling in her lap—a sign of her nervousness, after doing something this gutsy. What irony. Her nails
Alexander’s POVHis forehead puckered, Dimitri holds my gaze, scrutinizing as he awaits an answer. “Are you?” He repeats.I lock my phone and turn it face down on the table before picking up my glass. “I’ve not changed my mind,” I murmur, fixing the rim in my mouth again.“Will you?”My head drones. My jaw tightens. The urge to empty this second glass grips every part of me.Exhaling deeply, I take one more sip, then put the wine away. “Why would I do that? I said I’m going to marry her, and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do… You can’t miss my wedding.”He nods half-heartedly, tilting his head to the side as he scratches his temple with a finger. “How’s your relationship with her?”A short chuckle slips out of me. Glass stem between my fingers, I swirl my wine on the table, while keeping my eyes on the promise ring. “Are you my therapist now?”He sighs and leans back in his seat. “I’m just thinking about you two. That’s all… It’s hard to get a hold of Sophia these days. She hardly res
Alexander’s POV~Singapore, October 14~Several floors above the ground, leg-crossed and seated alone in the corner of an exclusive restaurant, I sip wine while staring down at the bright city lights. A pianist is playing softly in the background. There’s barely anyone else in this room. I asked for as much privacy and quietness as I could get; that’s the reason.The wine is drier than usual. The silence, blending with the piano, is the kind of calm I need after two long weeks of noise, high-level meetings, internal operations, networking, and more work.I’d gladly enjoy this while it lasts.I turn around and signal to the waiter for a refill of my glass.On a night like this, that back massage I was promised at our engagement party would be the perfect addition to this quiet.Now that I think about it, she never got to give me that massage.And whose fault is it? I lift the glass to my lips, emptying it. And the waiter arrives right at this moment. With the stem between my fingers,
Sophia’s POVI shudder in shock, watching him light the cigar with a soft click. I’ve never been this close to a man doing something so… intimate.But he’s going to touch me? Where?He brings the cigar to his lips, eyes fixed on me. The ember glows. He leans back, exhaling a slow cloud that curls li
Sophia’s POVAlexander’s calmness fills the elevator like gravity. I stare at my reflection against the panel—blonde hair secured in a neat bun, my teal silk skater dress falling perfectly—a 360-degree improvement from the last time I was here.He slowly holds my hand and locks our fingers with gen
Sophia’s POV⁓August 25, 2025: Dimitri & Lena’s Wedding Day⁓It’s exactly one week since my failed attempt at running away. One week since my second and best kiss ever. One week since I got reintroduced to Alexander Thorne as his fiancée. And one week of receiving large rose bouquets from him daily.
Sophia’s POVHe’s got nipple piercings, a back half-full of tattoos, smokes cigars, swore never to get married, but says he’s marrying me in October.I’m the first woman he’s invited into his penthouse and bedroom; he kisses like a sinner and promises to show me things I can’t handle yet. He lies ef







