Dangerous
Sophie's point of view
“Yesterday was not a mistake, Sophie. You begged me to fuck you. You were busy moaning my name and asking for more…” his voice was low as he walked closer to me, pinning me against the wall. “And automatically, you belong to me.”
His tone was dark with lust, and blood throbbed in my veins with a scarlet web of forbidden desires.
“P…Please stay away from me.”
My words came out as a moan as his lips brushed against mine, his warm breath skimming against my face.
“Don't you think you are already too late for that?”
His eyes lingered on me, and my pulse quickened with nothing but forbidden desires.
How can I be so powerless in front of him? We just met for God's sake. Was it because I've never been touched by a man before?
No, I can't let him get close to me! I'm married, I love my husband, and I don't want to ruin my marriage because of him.
“I'm married, I love my husband, and I'm not going to ruin my marriage because of you. Last night was a mistake, and it should stay between us.”
It took everything in me to stare into his eyes.
A smirk spread across his face, his eyes never leaving mine. “If you cared about your little marriage, you wouldn't have moaned my name last night,” he taunted, causing me to swallow hard.
“You have only tonight to get this through your head. You belong to me now, only to me, unless you want your husband to know about what happened last night…”
With that, he finally let go of me before he turned and walked out of the room.
My heart was banging against my chest, my knees weakened, causing me to collapse on the ground, beads of sweat dripping down my forehead.
What have I gotten myself into? I can't afford to lose the man I love because of one silly mistake I made. I was not in my senses, I was drunk, lonely, and I lost my mind. I didn't mean to do this.
No, I can't let him ruin my life just like that. I'd force him to leave this house as soon as possible.
I sprang to my feet, making my way to the nightstand. I grabbed my phone, quickly dialing Jax’s number.
He was my assistant and also in charge of digging dirt on people, especially my business rivals. I think I need him right now. I'm sure he'd find something about this jerk, and I'd use that to get rid of him.
“Good Morning, Sophie. How can I help you today?” Jax greeted me over the phone, but I didn't have time for small talk.
“Jax, I need you to find anything you can about Lucas Smith. He is Liam’s stepbrother. I want that information in ten minutes,” I instructed him before I hung up the call.
I paced across my room, not bothering to put my clothes on, waiting for Jack’s call. I just hope he finds something I can use against him and gets him out of my house. I won't allow him to stay here any longer.
A few minutes later, my phone rang. I quickly answered the call, bringing the phone to my ear.
“Lucas Smith is bad news, and I don't think you should be in contact with him,” Jax’s voice dripped with dread.
I balled my hand into a fist, clenching my teeth together.
“Stop beating around the bush and get to the point,” I snapped.
My heart pounded against my chest. I didn't know why, but somehow I felt like I didn't like what I was going to hear about him.
“Lucas Smith is the mafia lord of Cape Island City. Not only that, he's the richest man in this country, and he doesn't hesitate to destroy anyone who messes with him,”
My eyes widened, adrenaline coursing through me as his words sank in.
What the heck have I gotten myself into? Clearly, he wasn't an ordinary man, and it was clear as the sky that he wasn't going to let this go. I might be a millionaire, but if he were a mafia lord, he would be the richest man in this country, and it wouldn't take him a second to destroy me without any remorse.
“Thank you, Jax,” I muttered under my breath, trying hard to keep my emotions in check.
“Sophie, did you know that Liam has been staying in one of your hotels with his friend for the past few weeks?”
My brows furrowed at Jax's question. Liam told me he was busy with work, then what was he talking about?
“Are you trying to tell me that my husband is having an affair?” I asked, my chest tightened at the thought alone.
“No, don't get me wrong. It's just weird for him to book a hotel suite with his male friends for weeks. I mean, didn't you guys just get married?”
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat as his question sank in. We just got married, and my husband was busy with everything, but he couldn't make time for me.
Am I that bad?
“I'm sure it's work-related. Don't worry about it,” I lied through my teeth before I hung up my phone.
Questions are now swirling in my head. How am I going to deal with this situation now? At this point, I had no doubts that Liam was going to discover the truth and divorce me.
I threw my phone against the wall, and a loud thud echoed inside the room as it shattered on the ground, running my hands through my head.
And why did Liam book a room for him and his friends? Could it be that what he said that night was true? Did he hate me so much that he'd rather spend time with his friends instead of me?
But he said he loved me and wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. Then what is actually happening? Is he having an affair?
Of course not, he can't have an affair with his friend, right? Maybe he just needed some time alone.