Sophie..My eyelids opened, and I quickly reached out for my phone. Opening it, my fingers ran across the smooth surface as I searched the web, checking the headlines. A thin thread of air escaped my lips; it wasn’t a dream. I raised my knees and pressed my forehead on it as my fingers played with my toes. I’d never felt so stupid in my life. I believed him yesterday. What was he fixing like this? My chest burned so much that tears spilled out of my eyes. The only sounds I could hear in the room were the ones in my head, my raging thoughts making sure my heart never believed his stupid words again. Another bitter sigh left my lips as I found myself drawing different invisible maps on the cotton bedsheets. The cool fabric against my skin offered no solace; instead, it reminded me of comfort I’d never find.I jolted up from my bed and dashed to the bathroom. Clenching the edge of the sink, I retched, relieving the nausea that had been brewing up.My body quivered as silent tears fo
Alex..I groaned, rolling over in bed. My eyes had opened, but my body lagged. Last night’s emotions still lingered, and I hated that. I had a company to run; the last thing I should be doing was wallowing in self-pity. Benjamin had nearly fried my phone with calls; I was too exhausted to answer. I’d probably call him when I’m at the office. With a weary sigh, I dragged my heavy body off the bed and trudged to the bathroom for my hygiene routine. I turned on the hot shower; they said hot showers relax your body and alleviate tension, but that was not the case for me. The cold water, like a thousand icy needles, pierced through my skin. The relief it brought was cellular.I dressed in my suit; thoughts still inhabited my mind. I made my way downstairs; the familiar routine of preparing for the day provided a little comfort. Reaching the bottom step, my gaze fell on my mother and Mia in the sitting room, flipping through what looked like a wedding magazine. Ignoring their presence
Luca . . From the hospital to the company was like a twenty-minute drive. Ten minutes her excitement was on the verge of exploding. I found myself occasionally smiling at her demeanor. The way her eyes sparkled, the way excitement made her fingers dance on her thighs. In the next ten minutes, we arrived at Howard’s construction firm. It was a company opening a branch here in Manhattan. Although I was handling the hotel, my father had also assigned me to this. So I had to juggle both. We stepped out of the car and headed towards the entrance of the building. I slowed my strides so Sophie could keep up. “Good morning, Mr. Brown." Tina, one of the workers, greeted us as she walked into us. I handed my case over to her. “Good Morning. Are the rest here?” I brushed the tip of my nose with a finger. “Yes sir.” “Alright then.” I turned to Sophie; subconsciously, my gaze softened, and my tone became gentle. “After the meeting, I’ll show you around. Is that fine?” The
CHAPTER 37 Sophie . . His fingers brushed against my lip, and a warm spark traveled all through my body. I froze; I shouldn’t be doing this. Was I allowed to do this? Allowed to enjoy this? I tried pulling back—moving, but only my throat did as I swallowed hard. My heart and stomach fluttered as his eyes danced between my eyes and lips, tracing every inch of my lips and observing every desire painted in my eyes. His musky cologne sedated me, the office fading into a blur. The only thing I could see was his stunning face. The only thing I could hear was my heart racing to him, and feel was his soft finger on my lips. The pregnancy hormones must have been messing with me because as his lips hovered over mine, I didn’t retreat. Instead, my heart raced, begging for more warmth. My lips prepared to welcome his. “Luca, my love.” A voice snapped me out of the sedative state. I whipped my head, and my eyes fell on a woman. She had raven black straight hair that cascaded down, a fe
Sophie..With an exasperated sigh, I collapsed on the bed. My legs were weak and tired from all the walking around. Although I didn’t walk as much as I usually do—house to car, car to the hospital. The scan room was the second door on the fifth floor of the hospital, so the walk from the elevator was a brief one. Yet it felt like I had walked from Egypt to Canaan.Different thoughts of what I could do today to break the chains that boredom had held me captive. Luca had gone to work—not Howard’s construction but the hotel. I was a jobless pregnant woman, also tired of going to my studio. Paula was at home, but we had never had a conversation. Sometimes I wanted to, but never have I ever seen a smile on her face; her cold demeanor froze me before I could start a conversation. I jolted up as a savior—a thought popped into my mind: I could play a game. Since I couldn’t decorate now, I could decorate one in a game. Settling on the seat, I opened my laptop. A mail popped up, and I click
Sophie . . Alex’s eyes bored into mine, his stare rousing conflicting emotions in me—one that felt like kicking his feet beneath the table and the other craving to rub my feet up his legs. Did he have to look that good in the black colored suit, the one that made his eyes pop? Did he know I was here? Is that why he sauntered in commanding the air to seduce me? Definitely not. Logic kicked my stupid heart, reminding me that this man had engaged who he had promised to leave. He had chosen her over for me. After promising he would never let me go , but that’s exactly what he did. My chest tightened, grounding me back to reality. But Alex’s stare was determined to send me back to the fantasyland. “Miss Sophie,” Mr. Wilson called out, flipping through the file before him as he adjusted his lenses. “Mrs Sophie.” Alex corrected, rubbing his chin, his eyes still fixed on me like I’d disappear if he took them off. Mr. Wilson’s eyes flew to mine before returning to my file before h
Sophie..“Come back in,” Alex ordered.“What is wrong with you?” My eyes widened. This was a workplace, and it was highly inappropriate for anyone to see us like this. Not after what had happened in the meeting. “Let me go,” I demanded with a strained voice as I struggled to escape his grip.Alex’s eyes met mine, and he smiled. “Why?” He tightened his grip. Lucy entered like she was treading on a field of hidden land mines. With each step she took to the desk, my body stiffened. I was going to be working with her, and she had caught me in the arms of our boss.“This is inappropriate,” I whispered as Lucy was still in the office, dropping the file on the desk. “She’s a worker here.” Alex chuckled. He was enjoying this. “Let’s put on a show for her then.” A seductive smirk tugged at a corner of his lips. His fingers returned to tracing my face.For a moment, I almost fell back into his hypnotism. But Lucy’s voice snapped me out again.“Sir, I have dropped it.”Alex, noticing my shif
ALEX..“I’m sorry, Alex, you gave up on me first.” Sophie dashed out of the office. I strode to my desk. The hard leather backrest offered support as I sank into the black vinyl chair. Silence had always been comforting for me, but this silence provided no peace. It only made my haunting thoughts clearer and louder.Her words stirred a pain in my chest. ‘A mistress’ she was my life, my everything. But that wouldn’t matter when I’m engaged to another woman. A bitter feeling was born in my chest, and I clenched my fist as I remembered my mother’s betrayal. And then there’s my child, to whom I owe a good family. My fingers flew to my temples, massaging them as throbs traveled across my head. How could I solve this where everyone gets a happy ending?Drawing the drawer of the metal desk, I rummaged through. I sighed. I had left my drugs at my office. After a knock on the door, Mrs. Moore glided in, swaying her hips as she placed one foot after the other. She settled in the other se
Sophie..The sun hung in the sky as the trees and canopy filtered its sun rays. The chatter of the guests finally ceased as the orchestra began to play, and I walked down the aisle. My pristine white gown glowed as much as the smile on my face. My eyes were fixed on Alex, who stood beneath the arbour decorated with white and yellow lilies.My steps were in harmony with the music, and a flower was caught between my hands. It was a small wedding, as I didn’t want anything big. Since we never divorced, I didn’t really need anything big. Previously Alex and I had only done a secret court wedding, but now he said he wanted the world to know I was his and he was mine. The warmth in my chest intensified as I drew closer to the arbor. The eyes of the guest were staring at me in awe. Getting to the Arbour, Alex turned, and we both faced the officiant. Our gazes were locked on each other, and a smile teased our lips as those beautiful vows rolled off our tongues. Each beautiful word stir
Sophie ..Alex and I sauntered through the hallways of the museum, checking out the artwork. From the little time I had spent with him, he wasn’t really into paintings, but he was into craftwork. “Do you want to see something more beautiful?” Alex turned to me. Curiosity arched my brows. A beautiful smile burnt on his lips as he stretched out his hand. “Trust me.” Without hesitating, I slid my fingers into his, and he led me out of the museum into a beautiful garden. The scent of flowers traced the air. The cool breeze wrapped us as we moved deeper into the garden.“I never expected a garden to be here,” I said, my hand still caught in his. His teasing warmth sank through my palm. Without turning back, he said, “I found out the third time we came here.”I swung my gaze to him, and it fell on his broad back that looked alluring beneath the suit. “We’ve been here before?” I questioned. “Yes.” I resisted the urge to smack my head. All those beautiful memories are lost in the ab
Sophie..Two weeks had slipped by after Liam’s surgery, but he was still at the hospital for monitoring. I had returned to my hotel room.Locking the door, I sank to the floor. My muscles were weak from all the nights I had pulled. My heart was heavy as the doctor said Liam was healing slowly—much slower than usual.I couldn’t wait for my boy to be well, so he ran around and asked for ice cream. To return to school and play with his friends. An ache shot through me anytime I remembered his voice and how lively they were. After a while of consoling myself, I rose to my feet and headed towards the shower. Turning the shower on, the hot water poured down. The heat enveloped my skin, offering a sense of relief as it loosened my muscles. The vanilla scent of my shampoo filled the bathroom and steam fogged the glass partitions of the bathroom.After the shower, I wrapped my towel around my body and strode out of the bathroom. Alex’s words echoed in my head, haunting my mind. My lips pre
Alex ..My eyes fluttered open, and a sharp throb coursed through my head, inciting a wince from my throat. A deep ache swathed my lower back and pelvis region. “Alex.” My mother leaned in and cradled my face. “How are you feeling? Can you tell your legs?” Her hands hovered around me as she checked me.“I’m fine. How’s Liam? My voice came out coarse. I attempted to lift my body up, but it was unresponsive, like my nerves had been disconnected from my brain.My mother sprang up and placed her hands on my shoulders; she pushed me back into the bed. “You need to rest. I doubt your legs are working.”“What?” My eyes bulged at our as I craned my neck, her hands still pinning me down by my shoulders. My mother’s lips curled upward. “Because of the anaesthesia and soreness. It might be hard for you to walk for some time.” letting me go, she dropped back into her seat. “Liam and Sophie?” I pressed “Liam is fine. The surgery was successful, and Sophie is by her son’s side.”A soft smile
Sophie . . The drive from his office to his hospital was heavy with silence, and awkward glances. It was very obvious Alex was having a hard time digesting the news. Shock was boldly written on his face like a billboard. I still remember how his eyes widened and his mouth gaped. My cheeks turned red as embarrassment crept in. Alex parked the car in the car park of the hospital. We both stepped out and scurried towards the Doctor’s office. After He explained everything to Alex, Alex was led to the laboratory to run the compatibility test. I sank onto the long seat in the hallways outside the laboratory room. I buried my head into my bed palms and another wave of tears began to well up again. I was so confused and I had no idea what to do. Should I return to Liam or should I wait here till the result comes out? Sitting here wouldn’t change the outcome of the result. I rose to my feet and trudged down the hallway. With three turns to the left and a turn to the right, I a
Sophie ..My eyes widened, and I inched back, like I was trying to create space between me and the news. “What do you mean you’re not his father?” My voice quivered before darkening. “It’s Liam, we are talking about. Our son, not some random kid.” My heart thundered against my chest, shooting panic into me and filling my veins with dread. What the hell was he saying?”“This is not the time for pranks, Luca,” I said, my brain refusing to accept those words he just spat out. “Our son’s life is at stake here.” My voice rose.Luca sagged deeper into the wall, and his hands tightened by his side. But no word left his lips; not even a breath left his lips.My eyes fell to the floor as his words started to sink in. This wasn't a game. This was real. Luca wasn’t the father of Liam. My gaze swung to him. “If you are not the father, then who is?” The words burnt my tongue, and a raw shot through my chest.Luca’s lips tightened and his eyes rounded. But he stood still. Silence stretched betwe
Sophie..I drew a little breath as I placed the thermometer on his forehead. It beeped as it read forty degrees Celsius. “His temperature hasn’t dropped." Luca questioned, leaning on the doorframe of Liam’s room. I shook my head. “I have given him his medications, and I have done everything the doctor said. He doesn’t seem to get anything better.” I turned back on the wooden chair to face Luca. My brows lowered and my lips curled downward. “Or is it because of the big bowl of ice cream?” Luca chuckled lightly and he moved closer. He placed his left hand on the backrest of the chair, while his right hand tucked my hair behind my ears. “It’s been over a month. There’s no way an ice cream can make someone sick for that long.” I returned my gaze to Liam. “The doctor said if his fever doesn’t get better by tomorrow, We would have to take him for more checkups.” I exhaled. Luca’s eyes hovered over my features—my puffy eyes and droopy eyelids, the black circles. “Try and get some rest
Alex . . The darkness wrapped its blanket across the sky, and the lights of the city were glowing. The breeze whispered its cool tune into the atmosphere. Stepping into the five-star restaurant, one of the waiters led me to the private dining room. Soon I stood before the door. I arranged the collars of my black dress shirt. I adjusted the bouquet of red roses. My chest tightened as it had been a long while since I went on a date with a lady. Heaving in a puff, I stepped into the private dining room. My gaze settled on the dining setup positioned beneath the geometric chandelier. The yellow light bouncing off the white walls adorned with some art pictures, I didn't appreciate. “Should I get you a bottle of red wine as you await your date?” The waiter asked. “Yes, thank you,” I responded. The waiter turned around and closed the door behind him while I strode and settled in the beige upholstered seat close to the expansive windows that gave a view of the city from a h
Alex . . It’s been a week, and I was back in Manhattan. Back in the house that crumpled my happiness and made my future so bleak. Despite the quietness that filled every corner of the house except the kitchen, the aroma of my favourite dish that lined the air, and the nagging of Uncle Niall from the other end of the phone, the only thing I could think of was not getting a chance to hang out with Sophie again. Myles had returned to Manhattan three days earlier, and there went my perfect excuse for hanging out thrown into the mud. “You need to spend more time with your mother. She isn’t getting any younger.” Uncle Niall’s chide continued as I ascended the stairs. I didn’t know what all the yapping was about, but his nagging about spending time with my mother had started getting on my nerves. Running the company wasn’t a child’s play. Mr. Watson’s nephew was a puppet, only good for shows. I was still running the operations in Manhattan and Amsterdam. The building in San Fra