Sophia After the disastrous dinner date with Kieran, I genuinely believed that life would get back to the routine we had already established: we would share breakfast in the morning and ride to Kieran’s company, where we’d both be busy with our own work until it was time to go home. Actually, I was hoping for it as it would give me a chance to cool down my ebullient senses. But I was wrong. After that night, Kieran was never the same again. And I couldn’t figure out whether I’d prefer the old Kieran back. Because the new one was driving me crazy even more. He seemed to take every opportunity to touch me, being that just a brush of his hand in passing by or moving an escaped strand of my hair. It made me aware of him and his every move, which only added to the feeling of pleasant uneasiness that had me on edge constantly. But he didn’t even try to kiss me again, and I had to admit to myself that I wanted him to. I craved to feel his lips against mine, and even thinking about it w

SophiaWith a huff that could do little to make me less annoyed about what I was doing, I added water to a mug in which I had already placed a tea bag, and almost instantly, a chamomile aroma filled the air. ‘I hope it will calm the bitch down,’ I thought as I made my way towards Kieran’s office.I spotted the woman sitting comfortably in one of the leather chairs, and her posture rang an alarm in my head. Lowering my gaze, I noticed her slightly swollen stomach. Maybe... oh, she was pregnant! The redhead was talking on the phone, so I wordlessly placed the mug on the glass club-table in front of her and hurried out. The air surrounding her seemed thick and heavy, and I needed to be away from it so I could properly breathe.This day was getting weirder by the second, and I couldn’t seem to wait for the end of the working hours. ‘Maybe I should leave early?’ I considered briefly. It wasn’t like anyone could stop me, and Kieran was MIA. I had no idea where he went or if he was coming ba

Sophia It made sense. I understood it all. That shadow that crossed Kieran’s face whenever he mentioned kids? The pain I saw in his eyes when he talked about family? I knew what it was. A missing piece of the puzzle fell into its place, making all the other parts come together, creating a perfect symphony, a picture so clear. I realized why Kieran practically forced me into marrying him and never gave me a shred of a logical reason for it; why he was always distant and didn’t allow me to get to know him; why he deflected my every question. Our eyes were locked with each other; mine welled up with tears while his dark skies were clouded with anticipation, disappointment, and something that resembled… fear? Yes, I was sure. It was fear I saw in Kieran. It was fear that pushed him to act so unexplainably crazy. He was scared. Mighty Kieran King was afraid of me, of me rejecting him. Not because of his dominating and controlling personality or the way he treated me or even my past, n

Sophia“I’m not going to work today.” I declared upon entering the spacious kitchen where Kieran had his breakfast.He cocked his head to the side and furrowed his eyebrows playfully. “Enjoying the perks of being the boss’s wife, I see.” But then his face suddenly changed, and it became the grim one I knew so well. “Will I find you here when I come back?”I ignored the question as I advanced towards the coffee machine. “Sophia?” a warning growl echoed behind me, but I kept my cool.Only when I got a much-needed drink and sat at the table in front of Kieran did I spare him a glance. I had to admit I liked his reaction. Seeing him try to control his anger was oddly satisfying.“What would be the point? Public humiliation when you hunt me down like an animal and drag me back here as you did in Richmond?” Sarcasm was seeping from my every word, and I pulled my lips into a fake smile.Kieran’s eyes didn’t leave my face, not even when he continued to eat. What’s more, they scrutinized me li

Sophia “Good evening, Sir.” I smiled gently at the old man standing in front of me. He was beaming with authority, making me address him with the utmost respect. “Good evening.” He greeted us back, offering me his hand, which I gladly accepted. “It’s Alan for you. We are family now, after all.” “Evening, Dad,” Kieran said curtly, and I didn’t miss the coldness in his voice. So, the impression I had about their relationship when I first saw them together wasn’t that wrong. I remembered thinking the same at Ellie’s wedding reception, but it wasn’t exactly the day when my mind was at its clearest. Alan led the way to the dining room, with Kieran and me following behind. I used the chance to look around and admire the exquisite interior. I had to admit it was cozier than Kieran’s; it had that ‘woman’s touch,’ a warmth of sorts, and it got me wondering… We sat at the table set for three people, and the atmosphere made me slightly uncomfortable. Questions would be asked tonight, questi