CHAPTER 114

Sophie

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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