Sawyer’s jaw clenches, his grip on Astrid tightening. “That’s extreme, even for you.”
“But it’s not a lie,” I shrug. “And there’s no need for you two to worry yourselves with me. I’ll be on my best behavior.”
Sawyer snorts. “Right. I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“I have no reason to lie, after all, I’m a couple of months away from graduation. Then, I’ll work under Dad for a year or two whilegetting a master’s degree and Ph.D. and well… you’ll have to figure out what you’ll do once I take the seat of the CEO, Sawyer, because the likes of you will not be working for my company.”
Sawyer freezes, and this is the moment I’ve been waiting for. He’s silent, and this is when it finally clicks for him that I’m not messing around. He chose Astrid, and that was his choice. It’s my own how I decide to act and how to feel.
“Sophia,” he steps forward, his voice almost pleading.
“And you,” I turn to Astrid, completely ignoring my brother. “I cannot wait to see you back at the academy. I promise you, we’ll have so, so much fun.”
“Is that a threat?”
“You can figure that out on your own,” I smile and turn around walking away from them. Grace follows suit, breathing out in relief. She steps next to me, glancing at me sideways.
“To be fair, I did expect you’d throw a punch or two.”
I roll my eyes. “Not my usual style. Besides, I've got better things to do. I said what needed to be said, and if anything, it’ll at least ruin their mood for the evening, which was all I wanted, really.”
“Alright, let’s just head to the bar right now. I need a drink.”
I stop dead in my tracks when I glance at the entrance of the room, and my heart sinks to my feet. I’m frozen in my spot, unable to tear away my eyes from the sight. For the first time since everything started with Soren, I feel lost.
Because he enters the room, his hand wrapped around Cassia’s waist.
My throat starts closing up, and my stomach churns at the sight. It feels like my skin is crawling; every nerve in my body is affected by this. And Soren? He’s smiling. He genuinely looks happy.
That is, until his eyes land on me, and everything seems to fallapart.
My heart’s throbbing in my chest, breathing is getting more difficult, and for whatever reason, my eyes are getting blurry. It’s one of the worst feelings I’ve had in my life. The heartache that’s slowly spreading through the entirety of my body, and makes a promise not to leave anytime soon.
THIRTY-SEVEN
New couple alert — the unapproachable Soren Ford, and the adorable Cassia Leighton. Now, we’re all just itching to know the details. Who would’ve thought that childhood friends would turn lovers? Maybe there’s something we’re missing. Either way, we’re going to keep an eye out for them.
Cassia’s not leaving my fucking side, she’s refusing to move an inch. It’s not helping that the new article from Sinners and Saints dropped the moment we entered the Sloane property, and it’s clear that the word’s spread around rather quickly.
Forcing the smile on my face has to be one of the most difficult things I’ve ever fucking done, and I cannot wait for this evening to be over with. And Sophia? She’s not even looking at me.
My heart shattered the moment I saw tears in her eyes, but the mask was quickly back on, and now, she’s nowhere to be found. I know I’m risking everything by doing this, but I’d rather have Sophia hate me all over again than see her ruined.
“Stop looking for her,” Cassia snaps, though her annoyed voiceis muted by the loud music all around. I draw my eyes back to her, and all I want to do is strangle the bitch until she drops dead. “You did well. Good.”
“I fucking hate you, you cunt.”
“Aw,” she mocks, “is that any way to talk to your girlfriend?”
“You do realize that as soon as I find where you’re storing those damned images, I’ll ruin you? I’ll quite literally pay a hitman to kill you.”
“Don’t be so mad, after all, it’s not like I didn’t give you a choice,” she shrugs. “You had one, and you picked wisely, might I add.”
“You’re obsessed, and it’s fucking insane.”
Cassia lifts a brow. “I’m not that different from you. You’re obsessed with her, too.”
“The difference is she wants me obsessed. I don’t want you anywhere near me.”
