'Felipe?’ Sophia gasped as he picked her up.
‘We’re going to obliterate this, okay?’
This was what it was—sexual chemistry. A magnetism too strong needed to be stripped of its power. So she reached out because this was her opportunity, too. ‘Yes.’
He was intent on wringing pleasure from her. Relentlessly, he broke her apart. Cell by cell. Gentle, yet merciless. And too late, she realised just how badly she’d been missing out. Sex was an amazing, wondrous, shattering thing. And in the end, she limply lay in a state of mindless bliss—her body humming—and fell asleep in less than a second.
***
She woke with a start, tightening her hold on—she blinked—him. She was clutching his arm close to her chest. One little part of him she wouldn’t let go in sleep. Reminding her of the one other night when she’d curled against him and refused to let go.
She peeked up and saw he was awake, staring up at the ceiling.
‘Sorry.’ She released him immediately and sat up, suddenly vulnerable.
‘Don’t be.’ But he sounded distant.
She glanced at the clock. Somehow, it was early afternoon.
Felipe moved. She pulled the sheet higher, cloaking her thin skin, and watched him dress—the designer jeans, leather boots, watch. He had all the accessories of wealth now. And she’d just become another item on his long list of acquisitions.
But he was on hers, too. This they’d shared.
Except he’d clearly wanted to leave for a while—he’d just been politely waiting for her to wake.
‘You must’ve worked incredibly hard,’ she mumbled.
‘I started working when I was seven years old and saved every cent I could. I’d bought my first investment property that summer. I just hadn’t told you before...’ He sighed. ‘I invested further. Had some luck.’
‘It wasn’t luck,’ she muttered. He hadn’t told her—hadn’t trusted her. She lifted her chin and looked into his eyes. ‘I never doubted you.’
‘Yes you did.’
Because she’d refused to run away with him?
‘I doubted myself,’ she whispered.
He ran his hand through his hair, clearly restless. He’d had what he wanted and was ready to roll out. Which is why she’d been right to refuse him six years ago. He wouldn’t have settled and she’d have been even more heartbroken.
She knew he’d felt objectified and taken for granted by other guests. Then by her. Now he took what he wanted. He’d long craved independence and sought it with such defiance. The passionate youth had become an avaricious playboy and she couldn’t quite blame him. But it hurt. Because they’d had good times—they had been friends long before kisses had changed their intimacy; they’d laughed and played and talked for hours in his kitchen.
She shifted. ‘How’s your mother?’
He stiffened. ‘She passed a couple of years ago.’
‘I’m sorry.’ She wanted to ask more but the old easiness was long gone. All that had remained was this chemistry. And now that was gone, too, right?
No.
He shoved his hands into his pockets. ‘Cancer. Unstoppable. Mercifully quick.’
‘That must have been terrible.’ She swallowed the lump in her throat. ‘She was a lovely person.’
Felipe turned his back to her. ‘She told me so many times to stay away from you.’ A husky whisper.
It hurt to breathe. It just hurt everywhere to discover she’d not had the woman’s approval. But Sophia braced. ‘I guess she was right.’
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