Alex..On the balcony of my penthouse, I gazed outside. The dark sky was as empty and solemn as my heart. Not a star…not a moon to keep it company. A glass of brandy caught between my fingers. Its coldness trickled through my fingertips. “Was this the news you talked about?” I questioned my voice, melancholic. Benjamin sipped from the dark amber alcohol that matched the dim light that fought to illuminate the house.I bent and leaned on the glass rail. My gaze landed on the city below. The cars pass by, the pedestrians thousand feet below like ants. I swirled my glass before taking a gulp; the ginger taste punched my tongue.But with the heaviness on my chest, the taste was bearable. “Have you seen the boy?” I turned, leaning my back on the rail. Benjamin nodded, and his body tightened. I could tell he was fighting the urge to place his leg on the round wooden table between the blue outdoor sectional sofas.I exhaled. “You can place your leg.”Benjamin cocked his head while rai
Sophie ..My eyes flew wide open. Beads of sweat trickled down my face as I lurched up to a sitting position. It was the annoying dream again. It’s been a week since my encounter with Alex in the elevator, and since then, I have been having this dream about us doing stuff—sexual stuff. Sometimes, in my dream, we would have sex in an unfamiliar house. But this time, it was in the elevator—the elevator he had pinned my hands to.I raked my hair back as I let out an exhale. My thighs were as wet as my face. With a heavy heart filled with guilt, I sprang up to my feet, brushed my teeth, had my bath, slipped into an outfit, and scurried out of the house. After a while, I parked my car in the car park and brisked towards the entrance. I wasn’t late—not even close to being late, yet I walked as though I was. Maybe I was trying to outrun the lingering feeling, the one birthed from the dream.I slipped into the elevator and pressed the button. The doors slid closed, and the hum drilled into
Sophie..“Let’s have breakfast together.” Alex straightened up and approached me. “I don’t like when you starve yourself because of work.” On his face was no emotion, but his eyes—they carried it all as they softened. A soft furrow pulled my brows as my lips parted, but before a sound rolled out of my lips, he interrupted. “If you are not okay with that, just tell me what you want, and I’ll get it for you.” Alex's expression sank, his lips curling downward.How I wanted to turn him down and protest. I was still struggling with the warmth he left in me that day. Wherever he touched always seemed to burn for days with no hope of setting me free. Like he had engraved himself on me. But that expression on his face was so soft and needy. How could I say no?“Let’s have breakfast then,” I responded with a smile that contradicted the twists in my stomach. Like the sun had just touched the sky, his face beamed up. “Settled then.” He swung around, setting his gaze on his desk as if checki
Sophie..The air hung, heavy with tension. I cleared my throat, a futile attempt to scratch the itch there. The sharp cracking sound drilled into my ears. I couldn’t answer it. The answer always sounded absurd in my ears whenever Luca said it. So I left the question, perching in the air... unanswered. Titling forward, I picked up my cup of coffee and sipped from it, and my eyes darted around the restaurant. Alex slipped back into the chair. His fingers resumed tapping on the table, and his eyes did not attempt to look anywhere but at me. “He doesn’t love you enough too.” Alex probed further, and a mocking smile tainted his lips. A heat gnawed at my chest, and my grip tightened around the knife. “That’s not the reason.” My eyes rested on the pancake as different thoughts occupied my mind.“Then tell me, I’m all ears.” The taunting smile persisted on his lips. “Cause if I were the one, I would have put a ring on your finger.” His eyes locked onto mine, and his blue orbs sparkled.
Alex..“What the hell was wrong with you?” Uncle Niall’s voice skyrocketed, a pitch so high that it could shatter the multi-ring, gold-tone chandelier that hung from the high ceiling of his living room. “What were you thinking?”Standing, my gaze was fixed on the black marble tiles flooring. My hands firmed by my side. “I’m sorry, sir. Once I return to San Francisco tomorrow, I will fix it.”I’m not the kind of man to stand and let another berate me. But this time it was actually my fault. Realizing I had messed up the deal, I took a flight from San Francisco to Manhattan. The day Benjamin brought that strong ginger alcohol, and instead of attending the meeting with the potential client Uncle Niall had set up, I went home to sleep. “Do you know how long it took to set up that meeting?” Uncle Niall leaned back into the gray leather chair. “Have you ever tried to pacify an angry Chinese man?” He let out an exhale. He stretched his leg out, his feet a few inches away from the coffee
Alex..“I heard you found Sophie.” Shooting a puzzled look, I raised a brow and sat back on the seat. I rummaged through my mind in search of who could have possibly told her. Only Benjamin knew, and they certainly didn’t have the kind of relationship where they shared information. Mia slipped into my mind. She was the other person who knew. A frown walked its way onto my face. “Are you still in touch with Mia? I rested my fingers on the table. The warmness seeped through my fingertips. My mother tilted her head back slightly as she sipped her red wine. When she placed the wine glass back on the table with a soft clink, her eyes sliced at me. “Someone has to keep tags on her so she doesn’t do anything stupid.”“You don’t have to do that. I have it under control.” I furled my fingers around the wine glass. “You barely go there.” My mother gave a dramatic eye roll as she puffed. “Wasn’t I that informed you she was in San Francisco?”My fingers tightened around the stem of the wine
Sophie ..It was 3 a.m., and I hadn’t been able to get any work done. My eyes hadn’t seen sleep, and my fingers hadn’t stopped working. My stomach had more coffee tonight than it had in years. A grunt escaped as I ruffled my hair. I jerked back on the seat, and my hands flew behind my head. Dragging in the air as if it were filled with ideas, I straightened my back. I stared at the laptop, and my empty work stared back at me. With a few stretches and cracks off fingers, I began work. The clicks of the keyboard punctuated the air as my fingers punched the laptop. I changed the colors of the curtains and swivel chairs, yet none still made sense to me.“Hey, Sophie.” Luca’s voice came from the other side of the door. “You’re still awake?” He turned the doorknob, and the door slightly opened. My eyes met with his. “Yeah, I haven’t been able to get anything done, and I have to submit the work tomorrow.” A weak smile curled my lips upwards as I ran my finger across the light wood bui
Sophie..“Done.” The final click echoed in the office. “And sent.” Phoebe flashed me a smile. My eyes widened. “Sent?” I pulled the laptop closer, and my eyes fell on a large green checkmark icon displayed against the white background of the screen. “Yep.” She popped the p, and she faced her laptop.“But I didn’t make any changes. You know, to make it look like my work.” I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth as a salty tang filled my mouth. Turning to me, Phoebe shrugged it off. “You were here as I edited it, and you saw me editing it.” She raised both brows.I pinched my nose. “Yes, I did. But I wanted. You know..” My tongue tied as I tried to explain it. I should have made the touches as she was editing it. “Thank you.” “You are welcome.” Phoebe returned to her work. “Which floors are you designing?” I questioned. “From the ground floor to the twenty-fifth floor. You?”“From the sixtieth floor to the seventieth floor.” Phoebe glanced at me. "Oh, you are the one design