Elijah’s POVI’m supposed to be celebrating Sabrina’s return, I thought. But to be honest, I wasn’t in the mood to celebrate because I still had doubts about Julia.My mind was elsewhere, tethered to the woman in the blue dress.Sophia looks so beautiful tonight. Her laughter was genuine, but there was a tension in her shoulders that only I seemed to notice.Just then, a tall, well-built man was introduced by Kayla to Sophia. That definitely got my attention, especially when the two of them were left alone to talk. Andrew, a family friend of the Bakers. We’d met a few times and exchanged polite nods. I watched as he engaged Sophia in conversation, his body language all too familiar, all too close. It made me frown and clench my fists.Sophia’s smile was tight, and the way she glanced around the room, as if searching for an escape, told me she didn’t really want to be talking to him.I began weaving my way through the crowd, my pulse quickening with each step. Just as I got close eno
Sophia’s POVWhen I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the unfamiliar ceiling. The second thing was the scent of lavender and cedarwood that filled the room. Confusion gripped me as I struggled to piece together where I was. I pushed myself up on the soft mattress, my eyes scanning the elegant, well-decorated bedroom. Panic bubbled within me.“Where am I?”Then, like a floodgate bursting open, the memories of last night came rushing back. Julia's party at the Bakers’ estate. The laughter, the music, the sparkling chandeliers, and the endless glasses of champagne. I remembered chatting with friends, mingling with strangers, and...and then… oh, my god!My eyes widened in horror as I remembered lying down beside Elijah on this very bed. Oh, shit! No, no, no!I sat up in bed and suddenly felt a headache coming on. I pressed my temples hard, thinking about the images in my head. Are they from a dream or are they real?I couldn’t even recall everything. Most of the images were hazy, and
Sophia’s POVI had been dreading this business trip. I didn’t even have much time to prepare myself emotionally!The thought of being confined in a car with Elijah for hours filled me with anxiety and resentment. But as I stood in the driveway, watching Connor load our bags into the trunk, I reminded myself that this was just another professional obligation. I can handle this. “Ready to go, Sophia?” Connor called, his usual cheerful demeanor on full display. He glanced at Trevis, who was already settling into the passenger seat with a stack of papers on his lap.“Ready,” I replied, plastering a smile on my face as I approached the car. My heart sank when I realized I’d be sitting in the back with Elijah. No avoiding him today.As I slid into the back seat, Elijah gave me a brief nod. “Sophia.”“Elijah,” I responded, keeping my tone neutral. The tension I expected wasn’t there, though. Instead, there was a strange calmness between us, as if we both silently agreed to keep things prof
Sophia’s POVThe elevator ride to our hotel room was suffocatingly silent. I could hear every tick of the numbers as we ascended. When we finally reached our floor, I breathed a small sigh of relief.We walked to our room with no one speaking, the soft carpet muting our steps. Elijah unlocked the door and gestured for me to enter first. I stepped inside, feeling the dampness of my clothes clings to my skin even more uncomfortably in the cool air of the room.I can’t believe I’m going to have to sleep in the same room with him!“Give me a second,” Elijah said, breaking the silence as he rummaged through the closet. I watched him pull out a hair dryer.“Here,” he said, holding it out to me. “Let's get you dried off a bit.”“Thanks,” I replied, taking the hair dryer from him. My fingers brushed against his for a brief moment, and I pulled back as if I'd touched a hot stove. I plugged in the dryer and began to work on my dripping clothes.For a moment, I felt as if we were husband and wif
Sophia’s POVI stared at the bathroom door, my heart thumping in my chest. I held my breath as I waited for it to open, bracing myself for his presence. But then, the sound of the shower came again, and I realized he was still in there, oblivious to the world outside, including Reese's tiny voice over the phone.I turned my attention back to the screen where Reese's face filled the frame. Her big, expressive eyes stared back at me with confusion and disappointment. “Mommy, why can't you come home and sleep beside me?” she asked, her lower lip quivering.I sighed softly, my heart aching at the sight. “Sweetheart, I have some work to do, and I'll be away for a few days. But don't worry, your Aunt Kayla and your nanny will be with you the whole time. They'll take good care of you.”Reese's small brow furrowed, and she didn't nod. Her eyes, so much like Elijah's, mirrored the same stubbornness I often saw in him. “But I want you, Mommy.”“I know, baby,” I whispered, trying to keep my voi
Sophia’s POVThe storm raged outside, the wind howling like a restless spirit, and the thunder clapped with such ferocity it felt like the world was splitting in two. I lay on the bed, rigid and tense, my heart racing as I realized that I had an arm draped over the man lying beside me. The room was dark, save for the occasional flashes of lightning that illuminated Elijah's profile. As the rain pounded against the window, I listened to the steady rhythm of Elijah's breathing. I began to pull away. But then, thunder boomed again, and I flinched involuntarily. In the darkness, I felt the mattress shift as Elijah turned toward me, opening his eyes and gazing at me with deep longing. “Sophia,” he murmured, touching my face and leaning in to kiss me. It was gentle at first, and I found myself closing my eyes and simply relishing the familiar taste of his lips on mine, only passively responding. I didn’t move away, even though every rational part of me screamed that I should. His kiss
Sophia’s POVI opened my eyes the next morning and gasped as I realized I was being held tightly in Elijah’s arms — wearing nothing!My heart raced as memories of last night flooded back. The craziness, getting carried away in the middle of the night—I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks. Carefully, I slipped out of his arms, not wanting to wake him.The rain was still pouring outside, a steady rhythm against the window. I made my way to the bathroom, cleaned up, and got dressed. When I returned, I noticed Elijah was awake too. The words caught in my throat as we stared at each other for a while. “Hey, good morning,” he said a little awkwardly. Perhaps he too was unsure how to address what had happened between us. “Uh, good morning,” I replied, my voice squeaking out in a weird way. I tried to suppress the fluttering in my chest.Elijah sat on the bed, shirtless, already engrossed in answering emails. He didn’t say anything else but went back to what he was doing. I sat on the couc
Sophia’s POVThe morning light filtered through the curtains, illuminating the hotel room with a gentle warmth. I took a deep breath, savoring the freshness of the new day, a stark contrast to the storm that had confined us indoors the last few days. The memory of those days—and nights—lingered vividly in my mind, making my heart jump. A knock on the door made me sit up in bed. Elijah and I exchanged glances, realizing that we were wearing only our undergarments. “Elijah? Sophia?” I heard Trevis’s voice through the door. Elijah quickly got dressed and went to open the door, while I rushed to the bathroom to shower. “Hey, come on in…” I heard Elijah say. Then I heard footsteps coming in, and they all began chatting about the storm finally relenting. “Where’s Sophia?” Trevis asked. “I think she, uh, woke up early and took a shower,” Elijah fibbed. I turned on the water and couldn’t hear them anymore. After taking a quick shower and changing into a fresh set of clothes, I came out