❝ There you go again...❞ he murmured against my neck, his breath igniting every nerve in my body. ❝Playing the innocent mouse, when really, you're a cunning little fox begging for release. ❞
Sophie Cruz, a compassionate and skilled physical the...
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(Theme Song of the Chapter: Gangsta - Kehlani)
Sophie◆Cruz
I SAT AWAY from the group of wild ones who paraded on the other side of the yacht. I was utterly traumatized by what had occurred moments ago and my body stiffened as my mind slowly processed that I had almost fallen off...and Aiden almost allowed it.
He seemed to love to watch me struggle, as if my vulnerability was a spectacle he was adamant to witness.
Just in the same way he humiliated me in front of his group of friends earlier. I wanted nothing more than to march back over there and give that man a piece of my mind, but what would I even do? As serious as Aiden was, he was just as witty, and he'd find a way to make me out to be a fool all over again.
His last words to me, his breath warm against my ear, replayed in my head, though the interaction had happened only minutes ago.
He was untouchable.
As I glanced over at him from afar, seated in the center with his friends and colleagues around him, he exuded absolute dominance and command. It was eerily peculiar. The way the group would watch and wait for his approval every now and then was more than just execs trying to appease a CEO. It was different... much deeper.
What was he? A cult leader or something?
"Hey," a familiar voice said as they approached me. I snapped my head in the voice's direction, my brows raising at the sight of Antonio. "Bellissima, why be a lone wolf?" (Italian| Beautiful).
His dark blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and his bright ocean-blue eyes twinkled under the illuminating moon. He wasn't as intimidating as the rest of Aiden's entourage; he had no tattoos, and his face wasn't hidden behind tinted shades, but he still had this sly nature about him.
I turned my head away from him, focusing back on the dark ocean in front of me. "I can clearly see that my presence garners a reaction I don't like."
Antonio chuckled lowly. He moved closer, and though I wasn't looking at him, I could smell his pine cologne.
"I know," he admitted. "It's just that they aren't used to being around women like you..."
I scoffed. "Like what? Clumsy?"
"No—well, you are clumsy, and I find that extremely cute. But that's not what I meant."
I glanced over at him skeptically. "Then what?"
"Good." He said firmly.
I furrowed my brows. "How would they know that? I'm certainly not perfect, and I've done some bad things too."
Antonio's mouth parted in an "O" before he gave me a cheesy smile. "Define 'bad things'..."
I shrugged. "I deflated the tires on my ex-boyfriend's car. I lied to my grandmother and friend just this morning. I flirted with a married man to get information from him."
