All Chapters of Chasing Sofia : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SOFIA“What does it take, to pick up a phone, and just swipe and return a call? Hmm? Is it hard?” I yelled at myself in the mirror, demonstrating my words as I shouted, pouring my anger out. It'd been too long. I was already ahead of my thoughts, imagining a lot of possible reasons why my call wasn't returned. Or answered. “Perhaps his phone was lost?” I stared at myself for a few minutes or so.What a joke. His phone lost? He's the fucking owner of a security company, of course he had his phone with him. It couldn't even get stolen. He looked like the kind of guy to notice every little thing. He seemed like he was good at kung-fu. He looked good generally. I slammed my head into the wall.“Stop. Thinking. About. His. Fucking. Looks." I wanted to blame myself. But I couldn't. He did look like something you'd want for dinner.I walked back to the mirror. I had this weird habit of challenging myself, anytime I knew I didn't do something the right way. Sometimes it was a bit extreme, f

SOFIAI sighed heavily as I dumped my phone on my bed. How kind nature was. To give me a second chance. Well, I'd say I really deserved it. I was desperate. I don't know what I would have done if he didn't call me back. I talked a lot. Well, he'd have to get used to that. His voice was scary and soothing, like Mufasa's from the children's cartoon. There was this feeling of excitement in my body. I could confirm the butterfly saying, it felt like the cocoons just hatched in there. Was it his voice? Or the fact that he wanted to see me again so soon?I stood up to look at my reflection again. Of course, I had to praise myself for being lucky. I was the luckiest woman in the world. I smiled wholeheartedly, and then I stopped smiling. Nothing was funny right now, not in the least. I was meeting him again. Usually, I'll have a plan down, to guide me step by step, but now I had nothing. The first time I was drunk and lucky. I was not the best presenter of words in person.I was the shy type.

ALEXI didn't know how I'll maintain my composure. I could just snap her neck. It wasn't that hard. I had to keep my vengeful spirit down. I took another gulp of my drink. I could feel eyes on my back, and honestly, I wondered why everyone stared so hard.I know I was good-looking but I didn't think I was that attractive. Again, the actor thought popped up in my head. I wondered what I'll say to her when she got here. Hey, you ran away from our wedding. I'm here to kill you.The alcohol was probably already taking effect. I was laughing at my thoughts. She wasn't even here yet. But what took so long? I just survived a partially staring contest with this bartender. If I wasn't merciful enough, I'd order one of my men to pluck out his eyes. He was really lucky I wasn't my brother. Women. They were complicated. Who comes late for their downfall?She walked in almost immediately, and surprisingly, I could not get my eyes off her. Okay. She was pretty. No, she was beautiful. Did she dress

SOFIA.I had never felt more queasy. My insides were coiling, and it felt like my intestines wanted to strangle each other. I sipped more wine, hoping that the sweetness would cut me some slack. But nothing happened. I wanted to turn my insides out. I didn't know I would be this shaken. I thought I was ready. I had practiced.My hands were shaky as I sipped the wine slowly. He wasn't being too harsh. He asked questions like any normal person would. I was being a coward. It'd been eight long years. I didn't know why it still affected me so much. It made me look like I couldn't do without the pity. And I didn't want the pity. It didn't help.When the news spread while we were younger, my classmates became nicer to me. They'd each offer an apple or a sandwich every day, not that I was starving, just to show how much they cared. Olivia would happily collect these and stick them in her bag, while I blatantly refused.My teachers were extra nice too. Asking me if I needed time out of every

SOFIAI had the largest smile on my face as I approached my apartment. I felt like a character in 'Truth or Dare', a horror movie where most of the characters smiled as they killed people. The reason behind my smile was way different though.I strutted toward the door, walking on my tip toe and imitating a model walking down a runway. I had always liked models and their art of work, but I'd never had the patience for it. I twisted my door knob and it just came to me that I locked my door. I guess I was tipsy already. How could I forget that I locked my door with my own hands?I opened my small bag to search for it. I felt a bit dizzy and I was sure it was because of the wine I had. I always vowed and never fulfilled it. I squeezed my face on frustration, my large smile retreating to a bigger frown. "What is the matter with you?" I hit my bag still rummaging my hands inside to grab the key.I needed to get in and fast. My legs were starting to feel sore, and my eyes too. After many dip