Then suddenly, he stepped forward, closing the distance.
His hand shot out, grabbing her arms tightly, his fingers digging into her skin.
“Why do you always act like I’m your enemy?” he demanded, his voice rough, almost desperate beneath the anger. “Is it because of him? Is that who you like? Neymar?”
Sophia winced, trying to pull free. “Let go of me—”
She shoved at his hands, irritation flashing across her face. “It has nothing to do with you who I like. Can you stop acting crazy?”
But he didn’t let go.
His grip only tightened.
With a sharp tug, he pulled her closer, their bodies colliding. He bent down slightly, his face inches from hers, his eyes searching hers intensely.
“Why do you keep rejecting me?” he pressed, his voice lower now, strained. “Every time I try to get close to you… you push me away. Is it true? Do you really like him?”
They were too close.
She could feel his breath against her skin.
Smell the alcohol on him.
Sophia frowned deeply, her nose wrinkling slightly. “Have you been drinking?”
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he pulled her even closer, his arm tightening around her.
“Do you really hate me that much?” he muttered, his voice rough, almost breaking. “That you’d bring another man into your house? You ignore me like I don’t exist… but with others, you’re completely different. Why is it always me?”
Something in her snapped.
She pushed against him hard.
“It’s none of your business!” she said sharply. Then her eyes hardened, her voice turning colder, sharper. “But since you want to know so badly—I’ll make it clear.”
She looked straight at him.
“I hate you. I hate everything about you. So stop haunting me.”
For a split second—
Silence.
Then his expression twisted.
The anger came rushing back stronger.
Before she could react, he yanked her against him, one arm wrapping tightly around her waist, trapping her.
And then he kissed her.
His lips crashed onto hers. The force of it made her stumble into him, her breath catching as his mouth moved against hers withrough urgency. He didn’t pause. His lips pressed, shifted, then claimed hers again, deeper this time.
Her lips parted on instinct, a soft gasp slipping out, and he took it—tilting his head, sealing his mouth over hers more as if he meant to drown her in that kiss.
His grip tightened at her waist, fingers pressing into her side, holding her exactly where he wanted her as he kissed her again and again.
