Chapter 21 part 2Henry’s POV I grabbed Sophia's hand and lifted her up from the bench. I wasn't done with her yet, so I quickly pulled up my pants while she did the same, and I held her hand, leading her toward the toilet cabinets close to the mirror . She willingly followed me. The toilet was spacious and empty as we entered and locked the door behind us even though we knew no one was coming in. I pushed her against a counter, and she looked at herself in the mirror, placing her hands on the stall.“I think we should not do this, you are drunk,” I protested with my las will to fight her.“ I am not drunk Henry, I am way sober now and I want this so much you can’t imagine for how long,” I lowered her skirt, and my tongue gently touched her wet core. She whimpered and moaned as my tongue explored her inner depths. I could see her flushed face reflected in the mirror as I pleasured her, and she bit her lower lip with her eyes closed. I craved more of her taste, wanting to savor her j

CHAPTER 23SOPHIA’S POVI just wanted to get through the day without any unnecessary drama. My driver dropped me off at school, and I resolved to avoid any confrontations. But, of course, life had other plans, and drama found me in the school parking lot in the form of Molly.She marched over to me with a look of fiery determination that matched her flaming red hair. I was so tired of all this drama, all these misunderstandings. I sighed, not in the mood for a confrontation."Molly, can we please not do this?" I implored, my voice carrying the weariness of someone who had been through too much lately.Her eyes blazed with anger as she retorted, "Why didn't you think about avoiding drama before you messed with my man?"I rolled my eyes, exasperation bubbling up. "Molly, I didn't mess with your man. I told you, Jason and I are just friends."But Molly wasn't having any of it. She was in full-on argument mode, and there was no stopping her. She stepped closer, her finger poking me in the

CHAPTER 25SOPHIA’S POV I sat at my desk, trying to focus on my writing, my mind kept betraying me. It replayed the memory of that passionate kiss with Henry. The sensation of his lips against mine, the warmth of his embrace—it all felt too vivid to be just a figment of my imagination. I scolded myself, convinced that no such thing had happened. I was an adult, and my fantasies should stay in the realm of fiction.My internal struggle was interrupted by a knock on my bedroom door, followed by Henry's entrance. I looked up at him with a frown, ready to fend off another scolding. "What do you want now? Another lecture?" I asked, my irritation seeping into my voice.Henry shook his head, his expression earnest. "No, Sophia, I'm not here to lecture you," he replied calmly. "I came to apologize."I raised an eyebrow, surprised by his unexpected admission. "Apologize? For what?"He sighed, clearly choosing his words carefully. "Look, Sophia, I know you're an adult, and you have every right

CHAPTER 27HENRY’S POV Layla and I strolled hand in hand through the serene corridors of the aquarium. The soft blue glow of the tanks bathed us in an otherworldly light, and the mesmerizing dance of fish captured our attention."Look at those angelfish," I pointed to a pair gracefully gliding through the water. "They look like they're wearing evening gowns."Layla laughed, her eyes sparkling. "They certainly do! I've always found the underwater world fascinating."We moved on to the next tank, home to a school of neon tetras. Their iridescent bodies shimmered as they darted around, creating a vibrant spectacle."These little guys are like nature's disco lights," I remarked.Layla nodded in agreement. "It's incredible how such small creatures can bring so much color and life to the world."As we continued our exploration, we found ourselves in front of a tank filled with clownfish. One of them, with its vibrant orange stripes, caught Layla's attention."Hey, check this out," she said

CHAPTER 29SOPHIA’S POVI took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for what lay ahead. I had made a decision, one that was challenging my pride and stubbornness. I needed to give Kayla a chance, not only for my father's sake but for my own peace of mind. I sought out my dad and found him in his study, engrossed in some paperwork. He looked up, his eyes lighting up when he saw me."Hey, sweetie," he greeted, his smile warm and inviting."Dad," I began, trying to keep my voice steady, "I... I'm sorry for the way I reacted earlier. I want to make an effort to get to know Kayla."His smile widened, and he stood up, coming over to hug me tightly. "That's wonderful, Sophia. You won't regret it."With a sigh of relief, I went up to my father's bedroom, steeling myself for the next part of my mission. I opened the door, and there she was—Kayla, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking perfectly at ease in our home.I walked up to her, my expression stern, and she glanced up, her eyes mee