Aviva Sofia Hot の小説・ストーリー

I was torn between my desire for Sofia and my resolve to kill her. Sofia, sensing my hesitation, pulled away, feeling rejected and hurt. She turned to walk away, but I couldn’t let her go. “Fuck, I want you!” I reached out and pulled her back, our eyes met in a moment of vulnerability before I tilted her head and kissed her.

I’m this close to losing my mind from the constant case of blue balls I’ve had to get rid of under cold showers. Now, don’t get me wrong. I love my kids and I wouldn’t trade them for anything, even if it means I get to sleep less. My daughter, Sofia, is the prettiest baby I’ve ever seen, and I’m not being biased just because she’s mine. Her hair is as thick as mine; black and lustrous. Luis wasn’t left out. The children took my family’s hair gene, but facially, Sofia’s all Zara, and her brother has our combined features.

So instead of lashing out, she did something far more effective. Sofia let a radiant smile spread across her face, one filled with nothing but warmth and confidence. “Thank you, Ava, for all the help,” she said sweetly, her voice steady and unbothered. “Good night, then.” Ava blinked, clearly taken aback by Sofia’s unexpected reaction. For a brief moment, her mask of smugness slipped, and that small victory pleased Sofia more than anything else. Without waiting for Ava to recover, Sofia turned and walked away, her posture composed and graceful.

“You’re a good kisser. I like that, too.” Maya blinked, dizzy. “You—uh. You’re good at it, too.” Her voice was barely a rasp. Sofia stroked her cheek, then trailed a finger down Maya’s throat, to the hollow above her collarbone. “Do you want more?” she asked. Maya hesitated, then nodded. Sofia smiled, then turned to me. “And you?” she asked. “Do you want more, Ava?” My mouth was so dry I could barely answer. “Yes,” I said, the word so soft I almost didn’t recognize it.

Then they spotted him. Red. "How did you know he'd be here?" Cathy asked in amazement. Sofia flipped her hair dramatically. "Because he loves being wherever I am." Red looked at her as though she'd lost her mind. "You think you're that special?" He crushed his cigarette beneath his shoe. "Don't get your hopes up." "I may not be special," Sofia replied with a grin, "but you can't help yourself." Red rolled his eyes. "Anyway," Sofia continued, "we need your help reaching Ava."

“And the truth was?” “He was already in love with someone else.” Ava’s breath caught. Sofia studied her carefully. “You.” Before Ava could respond, Sofia’s phone suddenly rang. She checked the screen and her expression hardened instantly. “What?” Ava asked. Instead of answering, Sofia picked up the call. “Yes?” Silence. Then Sofia went completely still. “No,” she said quietly. More silence. Ava’s stomach tightened. Sofia slowly lowered the phone from her ear. For the first time since meeting her—

Ava said Seth left both Sofia and Ava as he went to make sure everyone was in their positions. Ava drank up and stood up to leave, she looked at Sofia from head to toe, and she hissed and left for upstairs. “Hey, just ignore her” Sofia heard a voice that came from behind when she turned it was Lilian and Ella-Rose. “Where is she going?” Sofia asked as she was still looking at Ava. “She works there, at the VVIP,” Ella-Rose said.

Javier’s curiosity was growing even stronger, so he asked, “What happened, Sofia? Got into trouble of some kind? You know I can help. “ Sofia scoffed, threw her head back, and stuffed the beer bottle into her mouth. Turning to him, she intoned, “Sure! How about you help fill up my empty, lonely husk, hmm?” It was supposed to sound like a tease, and yet nothing in it roused an ounce of desire in him. Javier ignored her retort altogether and asked again, and this time, Sofia unlocked her phone and tossed it to him. Javier caught it in midair and looked. It was a conversation on Whatsapp with a video snuck in somewhere in the middle. He pressed play, and a couple leaped into the screen.

She told my agent flat-out: "If Maya can't sell real heat, Sofia Marquez is waiting in the wings." Sofia. The actress who did that arthouse film last year where she masturbated on screen for seven unbroken minutes and critics called it "brave." Sofia, who has I*******m posts captioned things like "Owning my body is my revolution." Sofia, who would chew this role up and spit it out perfectly while I stood on the sidelines wondering why I ever thought I could compete.

Opening it, I searched for an ID and found her driver’s license. *Knock knock.* I placed her bag on the side table and walked to the door. When I opened it, I saw Gabriel standing there, his expression serious. “What’s wrong?” he asked as I stepped aside to let him in. “Who is she, Enzo?” “Well, according to her driver’s license, her name is Ava Rossi,” I said, watching him sniff the air before his back stiffened. “She is a rogue.” “Yes,” I confirmed, feeling the weight of the situation settle heavily on my shoulders.