All Chapters of Sold To The Possessive Billionaire In A Suit : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sophia’s POVWe eat in silence.He does all the slicing, sending little pieces of steak my way before I run out.It’s so tasty. But there’s a tightness in my chest. I shouldn’t be eating ribeye steak.He tops my wine glass. And I can’t say no.I clank my glass with his, sipping my second glass slowly. “Bachelor’s in Business Administration…” He breaks the silence.I pause to look at him.“And a Master’s degree in Marketing and Communications.” He completes with a smile and sips wine before saying, “You were an honor student.”A blush rises to my cheeks. I quickly lower my gaze to stare into my wine glass, wondering if my dad told him all about me, or if he just happened to do his due diligence.He brings his hand to my chin, lifting it to train my eyes back to his.“You’re a lot of beauty… and a lot of brain.” His voice cracks, dark eyes piercing through me till my breath fractures. I slowly clench my fists.“Is that all you were reading? Books about marketing and communications?”M

Sophia’s POVAlexander moves. He stretches his right hand, and a phone’s screen comes on. Mine.Unblinking, I stare at the screensaver—a picture of me hugging my dad. My lungs shut instantly, dread warming my face.What have I done?“I need to take you home,” he mutters and drops the phone. But not before I see the time. It’s 08:33 P.M.Wait!My heart suddenly drums.Did he record us?I join my hands together and begin digging a nail into my index finger, trying to replay what happened before we got into it.I was with his phone. He couldn’t possibly have recorded. I don’t think he did.“Sophia?” “Mm,” I answer, going still on him.I feel moistness between my thighs—evidence of the line I’ve crossed. It sends a tightness to my chest.His hard body rises and falls against my back. Slowly, he crosses his arms over my chest, pulling me close till we’re glued together.My chest puffs. I shut my eyes and cross my arms over his.“What is it?” He questions, breath and lips touching my ri

Sophia’s POV“What’s your name?”“Sophia Rosetta Rose.” Twelve-year-old me answered with enthusiasm, missing a tooth, as I stared at the first guy to ever visit my home—Lewis Rain. “You must love roses.” He’d said with a smile and suddenly brandished a rose from nowhere. The only son of billionaire merchants, Mr. Gabriel and Mrs. Coleen Rain.They were close friends of my father, who was the third-generation Chairman of Rose Manufacturing Solutions, a precision manufacturing and component assembly company. Everyone was wealthy and connected somehow. The only disadvantage was that my parents had me really late. I was learning to walk when everyone’s children had started to fly.I was homeschooled for a long time until my senior years in high school. So, I barely saw anyone except my parents, their friends, and domestic workers.Mr. and Mrs. Rain were invited over for dinner. Nothing new. But this day, they showed up with a boy. Or a man. Whatever. He was their son, and he was nice;

Alexander’s POVHe staggers.“I got you.” I reach for him quickly, holding him up. He reeks of booze.“You’re a piece of shit, Alex. That’s what you are.”Unsteady, he peels himself off me.With one hand, I dust off my shirt, still holding on to his wrist because he looks totally out of it.“You told me not to do it.” He begins, pointing a finger at me. “You told me to ignore her, but you…”“She was nineteen, and you were going to use her as a rebound,” I answer him in a breath.He yanks his wrist out of my grip. Spitting a foul word, he palms his face with both hands and strolls off.“So, what now?” He challenges, walking back to me. “I’m supposed to be your best man and act like I’m fu—ing happy for you?”I’m tempted to nod, but I just stare at him.“I confided in you, Alex. I told you I didn’t have feelings for her. I told you she wasn’t my type. But I also told you I was confused.”“You told me these after your heart was just broken, and she kept you company that one time. Becaus

Sophia’s POVI turn the key twice.He’s on his feet in a second, huge and tall, taking his time to walk out of his seat as I motion toward him. He spreads his arms wide.And in three seconds, I put myself against him.Strong arms close around me in a warm embrace. “Good to see you again…” He says and snuggles tight. It forces a wince out of me—one he doesn’t notice. He’s busy stroking my back, shifting his arms lower to hug tighter.I raise myself, standing on my tiptoes and putting my arms around his neck. Before I realize what’s happening, he lifts me off the ground.Sensations ripple inside of me. My left cheek brushes his as I draw in his intoxicating scent. He smells too good; it’s criminal.“How have you been?” He mutters, planting a kiss on my cheek.“Good… You?”“Busy. But good.” He starts to move. My legs dangle as I cling to him. The sharp sting in my chest is ceaseless. I tighten my fists behind him to endure.We get to his seat, and he stops, carefully setting me down o