Alex . . The office was on the last floor of the Dawson’s corporation. There were other tall buildings around, but the new Dawson cooperation building towered above them all. Arms behind my back, I stood before the wall-to-floor windows that allowed you to view the city below, like a god looking down at its worshippers. My eyes swept across, and I wondered where the hell Sophie could be. It’s been four years—four years of searching every nook and cranny of this city—yet nothing. There was no record of her leaving the state, let alone leaving the country. It was as though she had vanished into thin air. A faint click rubbed against the silence as the door opened, followed by a harsher sound—a heavy clinking of heels against the brown marble-tiled floor. She was always charging in like she was carrying the world on her shoulders. A soft smile snuck onto my lips as I turned around. “Did you come to praise your son?” I strutted to the seat—the throne and settled in it
Sophie .. The restaurant was almost empty. Aside from the sales rep who stood behind the brown wooden counter and the group—two boys and four girls that sat in the far left corner, there was no one else. A frown formed on the small face of Liam as his ice cream fell from his spoon onto the table for the fourth time. Taking the small white plastic spoon from him, a warm grin stretched my lips. “Hold your spoon like that, and your ice cream will keep falling out,” I teased as I dug the spoon into the vanilla mound, its smooth surface allowing the chocolate syrup to trickle down. It was his favorite, he’d always make me stop here after picking him up from his school. “Ahh.” I urged him to open his mouth. And when he did, I slipped the spoonful into his mouth, the ice cream disappearing as I pulled out the spoon. Liam’s hazel eyes sparkled, and his legs which were in no way close to reaching the ground swung with excitement. “Give me,” he reached out for the spoon. “W
Sophie..The aroma of food filled the dining area before Palma walked in. The soft thuds bounced off the white walls of the dining area as she placed them on the rectangular-shaped table. Liam was settled beside me, his chin a mere inches from the white marble tiles. Caught between his hands was a transformer toy—one so big for his small fingers to properly hold.My eyes obsessively fixed on her son, my left hand stroking his hair.“Would Liam be eating with us?” Palma wiped her wet hands on her casual black A-line gown. “He has had dinner though?” “Liam.” My eyes glided to Liam, whose attention had been soaked up by the toy in his hand. “Are you hungry?” With little pressure, I pressed Liam’s stomach. She craned her neck, my eyes meeting with Palma. “He won’t be eating again.” Palma nodded and headed towards the kitchen. Luca strolled into the kitchen clad in a white shirt that hugged his chest but was a bit loose on his abdomen. His physique looked more appealing than the dish
Alex.. The rolled-up car window muffled the bustling city’s noise. But, the announcement from the car stereo didn’t let me relish the little quietness I could afford. “Turn off that noise.” A scowl traced my face, the leather squeaking as I adjusted on the chair. The driver obliged and in no time silence stretched across every corner of the car. I tilted my head, my gaze cutting through the tinted window. With all the many thoughts cramming my head, it was hard to take in the view of the city. My phone rang devouring the calmness of the car. My head snapped to my phone lying on the car seat. My stomach ought to twist in guilt as I saw the caller’s name, but here I was—empty. Reaching out for the phone, I picked up. “I’m very sorry, I should have let you know….” I massaged my forehead, my fingers ran through the crease crested on it. My mother cut me off. “You forgot…” her voice, dull and as though something had sucked everything out of her—my predicament did suck o
Sophie..The interview ended, and I strutted out of the office, following behind one of the workers. The stubborn thoughts that lingered drowned out her chatter. Thought—why did that man punch Luca? I had asked Luca, but all I got was a stupid smile.We reached a door at the end of the hallway.Pushing the glass door, she turned around. “This is your office.” I nodded, taking in the view of the office. The glass walls allowed you to see the hallways. There were three black swivel chairs on each side of the white long rectangular table. Swinging around, I faced her. “I’m not the only one working in this office.”Her index finger was still caught in her dark, wavy hair, twirling a thick strand. “There are other designers. Y'all will be working here.” A quick snap filled the air as she blew the gum into a bubble and popped it. She leaned off the doorframe. “The boss's office is on the seventieth floor. If you have any issues, you should report them to him. Also, you should check al
Sophie..I laid—my stomach against the bed, my legs kicked the air. Alex’s words clung onto my mind as the stars to the dark, shrouded sky. ‘Daddy is back home.’ His words echoed in my head, and a shameful flush swathed™ cheeks.I had a lot of work to do, but attention had fled from me. My mind constantly slipped to the way his eyes glinted. It’s been hours, yet my chin still burns, remembering how his fingers felt. I buried my head in the pillow, my muffled grunt brushing against the silence. I shouldn’t be feeling this way about another man. So many questions unanswered. I wasn’t a fool; I already had an idea of the kind of relationship I had with him. But what happened between Alex and I and what happened between Alex and Luca, I just couldn’t find out—at least not on my own. “Where is Liam?” Luca’s voice came from the other end of the door.“Asleep,” Palma responded.As soon as Palma’s footsteps faded, a sharp rap against the wooden door interrupted the stillness in my room.
Alex..Different hues of light staved off the darkness that dominated the sky from the city. In my left hand was my phone pressed against my ear, and in my right hand was a glass of brandy. “You finally found Sophie?” Benjamin’s voice came out strained as he controlled his pitch from rising. He knew how well loud sounds grated my ears.“Yes.” A pleased grin stretched my lips as images of her swamped my mind. The way her eyes fluttered when she lied about my name not ringing a bell. The feel of her skin against my fingers. Warmth pooled in my belly as I remembered it all. “How did he take her out of the state without leaving any traces?” Swirling the glass, the ice in the glass clinked as cubes collided with each other. “Does it matter?” I muttered, my eyes fixed on my faint reflection on the floor-to-ceiling, the only barrier between me and the cold breeze outside. I chugged down the drink, the oaky taste mingling with the resolve burning on my tongue. “I plan on taking her back
Sophie ..His cedarwood scent teased my nostrils, and a treacherous warmth filled my lungs, one that couldn’t be from the office. Alex leaned in further and further. “When am I getting your portfolio?” His voice dropped sinfully low, and the gate of hell opened, flooding my veins with its lustful breath. My body tightened as his fingers trailed my face to the curve of my neck, the hair on my skin reaching for more of him.“Today,” I stuttered, retreating till my back pressed against the door caging me between him and it.I swear I did fight—fought to not feel the intoxicating effect he had on me, fought to chase this unwelcome warmth that tortured me. But damn was it hard; I felt myself failing at every attempt. Slinking closer, he lowered his head. Alex’s eyes drifted across my face as if he were taking every detail of my features. My heart drummed—I barely recognized the beat it played.Luca’s warnings replayed in my head, like a fire alarm. But like a kid hypnotized by the fla