He was being unreasonable. He knew that. Unreasonable and childish but that wasn't his fault. It was her fault for trying to assume he cared. He didn't. Not even a little bit. She was one of the others, a plaything, a means to an end and that was sex and satisfaction. So why did he feel like an ass for acting the way he did? Why had he gone out of his way to help her get a job he knew she loved so much? As much as he wanted to deny it he couldn't deny the truth. But what good was the truth anyway?He pushed his half-eaten meal away. It was cold now and less appetizing. Why hadn't she come up yet? He had sat still in the semi-darkness of his room still half dressed listening for her footsteps on the stairs but all he heard was silence. Did she slip past when he wasn't listening? No that wasn't possible. Since he left her downstairs he had been listening for her. She was still downstairs. He glanced at his watch. It was a few minutes past 10. What was keeping her downstairs? The u
He tossed back the rest of his whiskey and stood up. When he swayed on his feet she reached to help him but he held himself perfectly still until vertigo passed. He squeezed his eyes shut with a hand in his head. Sophia watched him, her worry momentarily replaced with concern.“Did you sleep at all?”He didn’t look at her. Instead, he picked up the half-empty whiskey bottle and started to leave.“Do you always drink this heavily?”He grunted a reply and went to the kitchen. Sophia plopped down on the ottoman. She was exhausted. Exhausted by everything but most of all she was tired of his dark, brooding mood. Last night, only a question had caused a shift in his mood and for whatever reason and now he drank himself to a near stupor.He came out of the kitchen, his footsteps muted by the carpet and his socks. When she looked up he was staring at her with an indescribable look in his eyes but it vanished as soon as their eyes met.Sophia sighed wistfully and stood up. “I need to go home.
“Mother is a bit formal don’t you think? You might as well call me by my name.”Ms. Hart looked from one woman to the other. One was tall and elegantly adorned with pieces of jewelry while the other was short, dressed in a wrinkled sweater and holding her precious puppy. The difference was clear but the resemblance was striking.“We should go in, darling, we don’t want to talk outside, do we?”Against her better judgment, Sophia nodded at Ms. Hart to let her know she was fine then went to her door, slipped her key in and opened the door. The door bejeweled woman swept past her into the apartment. Sophia reassured Ms. Hart again that all was fine before entering the apartment and coming to a stop at the sight of her mother’s turned-down mouth as she surveyed the tiny space in distaste.“So this is where you’ve been hiding? Amber, darling you can do so much better than you know?”“I am not hiding, you left and you have no right to criticize my apartment.”Her mother turned to face her.
Matt, dressed in a dark blue suit devoid of the jacket finally settled down to get some work done. He had called Ricky that morning after Sophia left to tell Cheryl he had an assignment for her later that evening. If anyone could uncover the mystery that was Sophia Blanc, it was Cheryl. Nothing escaped her sharp catlike eyes. He could ask Sophia about her life but knowing how defensive she was about everything, there was no doubt that she would guard up and raise her walls again. Besides, they were merely one a friends with benefits relationship, why should her life concern him? But it did. It bothered him in a way nothing ever did and he didn’t dare to know why. Suddenly a commotion drew him out of his thoughts. “I am sure he’s expecting me, Lawrence darling,” came a muffled voice. “Mr. Wolffe gave orders that he doesn’t want to be disturbed now,” came Lawrence’s voice. There was only one person Lawrence butted heads with and that was Cheryl. Might as well deal with her now rathe
Sophia dropped the glass on the table and went to the switch to turn on the light. He looked worse than he did in the dark. There were circles under his eyes and the hand clinging tight to his glass of whiskey was bruised on the knuckles. His eyes were downcast and glazed over.“You should leave Sophia,” he repeated in a gruff voice. “I shouldn’t have asked you to stay.”When she didn’t move he tilted his head back to look at her. Her heart fell. Matt Wolffe was a sad man and behind the wall of arrogance was a dam of emotions ready to break free. His eyes were bleak. She came round the table until she was standing before him again. His eyes followed her moves but there was no interest in them, just a grim stare.“What happened, Matt?”The look in his eyes was one of hopeless longing, his eyes begged for her to stay, to hold him but his lips remained pressed together. Right now only shreds of his pride remained and he wanted nothing more than to toss them in the wind and leap into the
Matt’s phone buzzed.He jerked out of a deep doze and glanced around momentarily confused. As his eyes adjusted to the dark he suddenly realized he had fallen asleep with his chest on the sleeping table. After Sophia left he had gone back to the kitchen, got another bottle of whiskey and drank from it until it was half empty. Now with his brain scrambled he struggled to gather his wits about him.His phone buzzed again and this time he located it in his back pocket. The bright light of the screen made sharp pangs of pain shot through his eyes to his sleepy brain. The ID blurred but he picked the call anyway.“Who is this?” he asked gruffly.“Uh, Matty Boy this is Cheryl. Ricky said you had a job for me.”What time was it? And why was she calling so late in the night? The view through the kitchen window was a black skyline with the lights of the city illuminating it like stars.His head hurt so much that he just wanted to go right back to sleep. His mouth felt dry and the alcohol on hi
“Sir?”Matt groaned wishing Lawrence would disappear from his door. He knew what he had to say. Another business meeting, another investment, her was up to his neck with those and he was ready to give up or go crazy. It’s been three days since Sophia left and he still couldn’t stop himself from calling. More than once he caught himself reaching for his phone to call her and every time he stopped himself. If she wanted him as much as he did her she would have called. Penelope had sent an apology gift for “Being too rash with the truth.” That was her twisted way of apologizing. What happened to Penelope those years his father sent him off to business school? She used to be the nicest and sweetest person he knew besides his mother now she…bitter.“Mr. Wolffe?” this time Lawrence’s voice was tentative.Deciding it was better to face whatever was awaiting him he rose from the couch and reached for his jacket. His head ached like never before, he wasn’t getting enough sleep, not even in the
“I honestly don’t understand you,” Stella remarked as she threw a plate now devoid of the meal in it inside Sophia’s sink. “You have a rich dude ready to throw some money up for ya, he went ahead of you to get your job back and he invites you over to stay the night but you leave because you feel he is holding back from you?” She spun halfway to give Sophia who was wiping the counter a crazy look. “You are out of your mind, Sophia.”“I don’t expect you to understand. He is haunted. He looks like he carries around some baggage and doesn’t know what to do with it. I just want to help him and let him know he can trust me.”“What do you care?! You both agreed on keeping feelings out of this.” She turned around and clutched the edges of the sink. Her eyes narrowed on Sophia. “You care for him a lot more than you admit.”Sophia opened her mouth to deny it but Stella continued.“I have never seen you like this. You barely come to the club anymore, you don’t call or respond to texts all you do
Both women turned towards the voice, hearts pounding heavily in their chests. The muted sound of footsteps on the carpet drew closer until the figure in the shadows was standing in the circle of light coming from the slightly parted curtains. His wispy white hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail. His purple silk shirt was open at the neck to reveal parched red skin. He had a hand behind his back, his feet spread wide apart, the smile on his face friendly. Sophia tried to force herself to calm down. This was a friend, someone Matt knew. There was no reason to be scared of him…except that he wanted her dead. Matt’s mother took another step back, the terror on her face was apparent. “Simone. Pierce,” she breathed softly. Sophia stood where she was scrutinizing the man. The hand behind his back was slightly slumped at the shoulder which meant he was carrying something. A sudden chill ran through her as the shadow behind him showed exactly what he was carrying. A gun. She forced hers
Matt didn’t move when she came to stand in front of him. His shoulders sagged in defeat. This was a story he never heard before in all his life. He had sworn hatred for his mother not knowing her side of the story. And why shouldn’t he? All he knew was the side of a story his father fed him while he sent him off to business school. He knew he was an idiot to trust the scheming bastard but all he had was the words of a man desperate to see his son succeed him. If had gotten one call from his mother, just one to reassure him that everything he believed about her was not true…Unshed tears blurred his eyes and clogged his throat. His mother’s feather-light touch settled on his shoulder.“I am sorry, Matthew. I wish I had fought harder. I wish I had tried harder to save you. I wish I had sacrificed the last drop of my blood for you. I watched you grow from afar and feared you will turn into the very monster who tried to destroy us both and for a while, we were becoming like him, I’m just
Sophia sat dazed. She stared at the sheets but saw nothing, her mind raced with questions. Why was she targeted? Was Marie blackmailed to try to poison her? By who? Warm fingers came to rest beneath her chin. She looked up. Matt was bent close, the thin blanket the hospital supplied pooled on his waist. He looked into her eyes with clear blue eyes that had concern and love for her clear in them. “You are fine, that’s what matters,” he said reassuringly but his voice was hard as stone. “Why would Marie try to kill me?” she asked, her voice was low. “That’s what Will is going through find out.” He leaned closer. “I swear no one is going to hurt you as long as I am alive.” Her eyes shone with gratitude. She soon lowered her gaze again. “Who would do this?” He snorted. “I have many enemies, sweetie. In my line of work making rivals is inevitable. If I’m not looking over my shoulders constantly I would be dead.” “This is different. This feels so real…too close to home. Someone is out
Sophia sat beside Matt’s bed with her head bowed on the thin layers of sheets. The strong smell of disinfectant and antibiotics surrounded her. It was a smell she was used to after working in this hospital yet today she couldn’t endure the smell. It had nothing to do with the smell itself only the fact that she felt nauseous when the thought of Matt’s poisoning crossed her mind, which was often.She lifted her head to look at him for the thousandth time. His face was relaxed now, a healthy pallor had returned to his handsome face, yet his lips remained chapped and slightly discolored. However, his breathing was calmer now that the poison was purged out.Acetic acid.That was the poisonous trace found in the juice according to the lab reports.Praying in her heart that the doctors were right, that the poison hadn’t destroyed his organs, she touched his hand and held it in hers. Earlier, Lawrence had come to the hospital as soon as he heard the news. He waited and offered comfort while
Like the night before, Sophia and Matt spread out the available ingredients in the kitchen cabinets before deciding what to cook for me night. Matt put on some slow music. Between dancing in circles around each other, touching and feeling on each other, they finally got a meal prepared. They sat cross-legged in the living room with their plates and glasses of water.Sophia felt a warm glow in her chest as she watched Matt fork bites of food into his mouth. She could admit to herself that she had come a long way in terms of trusting and in just a short time too. She leaned her back against the sofa slowly twirling her fork in her hand. The music and Matt’s handsome face had her enchanted.“I love you.”Sophia paused. What?Matt stopped eating and looked up from his plate, his blue eyes were clear and honest. He was peering at her but with a new look in his eyes. There was honesty, then there was uncertainty.“I said I love you,” he repeated.Sophia’s mouth hung open as she watched Matt
“If you can have him over this morning that will be nice, thanks. Tell him it’s urgent.” Sophia sat on the couch munching on a plate of eggs and toast watching Matt talk into the phone. He was talking with Lawrence. She was finally able to get him to sleep an hour before Marie resumed her duties that morning. Now that he was awake and moving she knew he wouldn’t put off investigating his father’s death any longer. He paused for a while and frowned. Then he rolled his eyes skywards. “Yes, Lawrence it is I, Matt, speaking. What is wrong with you? Tell Will it’s urgent and if he can’t take the job find another private investigator please.” A second later he slid his phone into his pocket. “Can you believe Lawrence asked if it was really me talking on the phone?” he scoffed. “Probably because that’s the nicest you’ve ever spoken to him.” Marie came out of the kitchen with her eyes narrowed with suspicion. “What do you need a private investigator for?” she queried. “You are not in any s
Sophia woke up to a dark room, the remnants of a dream shrouded her in the darkness. It wasn’t the same kind of dream she feared every night. This time she was holding a degree in her hands and Abigail was yelling praises on one side, she could hear Matt whispering sweet and encouraging words, Stella was somewhere in the haze of her strange dream cheering her up. Was she the only student graduating?Suddenly someone grabbed her from behind and when she turned to look it was Matt but his eyes were wide and haunted. That was what had woken her up. Now that her senses were returning to her she realized that someone was indeed holding her arms tightly. Her heart began to pound. She was laying on her side so both of her hands were held in tight grips, shivers ran down her spine as a warm breath touched her skin. Suddenly the hold on her hands loosened.“Sophia?”Matt!Reaching over she quickly turned on the bedside lamp. When she turned around again Matt was sitting up in the bed staring a
Both sisters sat in the back of Matt’s car. It has taken some time and a long story cut short to fill Alfie in on the important details of why Sophia was now with a lookalike who was heavily pregnant and why she would be going with her to Matt’s condominium. Abigail had insisted that she “meets this Matt Wolffe who has stolen my baby sister away from me.”Too excited to say no Sophia had agreed. While both sisters hugged and cried Stella and Ms. Hart had walked in innocently holding each other. Sophia raised a brow at Stella and she shrugged innocently. When Stella put her arms around Sophia though a warm feeling enveloped her. Of all the members of the Copy Cats, Stella was the one she wasn’t closest with but these few months with her brought them closer and in Stella, she saw a friend she could trust.Abigail’s phone beeped. She retrieved it from her purse and peered at the screen. With a sound that was a cross between a groan and a chuckle, she put her phone away. “My husband is wo
By afternoon that day, Sophia got into the car with Alfie who for the first time was talkative to her. He talked about the traffic and Marie and everything else he could think about. After realizing she didn’t even have to make inputs in the conversation she sat back and let him talk to his heart’s content.A long drive later and they were standing in front of her apartment. She got out and made the stair trip to her part of the apartment. Ms. Hart’s door was closed and so was hers. But when she reached for her doorknob she was surprised to find it locked even after turning the key in the lock. Frowning she knocked. The sound of laughter rose inside and the sound of footsteps followed. The door was open and Stella was standing there with a wide smile on her face and tears streaming down her face. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her nails were freshly painted.“Hey you, welcome back.”Relieved that it was just Stella Sophia stepped in. “I didn’t think you’ll come back afte