“As if,” Astrid responds. “She has her father wrapped around her finger. The man bought her an island last year.”
Just as she says the words, Sophia reemerges from the elevator. She’s wearing a different dress, in a maroon shade. It’s short — almost too short for my liking, ending just above her mid-thigh. Those damned legs of hers are getting me hard all over again.
Her makeup is perfect all over again, and instead of the ponytail, her hair’s braided in a loose French braid, pulled over her shoulder. She’s smiling, laughing when she sits back down next to her little group of friends.
My jaw clenches, and I’m trying not to break a tooth when I see her taking the rose Damien brought for her. He’s a fucking millionaire; he could’ve afforded something better.
“Hey, Astrid?” I turn to my sister.
“Yes?”
“Do you know which ring Sophia wanted?”
“Yeah, I can send you the link. Why, though?”
I shrug. “I’m curious.”
Astrid blinks, and even Kenzo looks baffled. “Uh, if you say so.”
My sister’s reaction is immediate. My phone buzzes the moment she sends me the link, and although I cannot see what’s so special about the stones, I immediately purchase the ring, then tuck my phone in my back pocket.
There’s no way she’ll appreciate the fucking rose more than a sapphire ring, right?
“Hey, Soren?” Kenzo pulls his phone out, his face paling a shade. “Um, are you aware that elevators have security cameras?”
Just as the words leave his mouth, my phone buzzes again. My hand reaches for it, and blood drains from my body when I get the fucking email. My heart sinks to my feet, and I can’t even comprehend the words that are on the screen.
The banner of Sinners & Saints is staring right back at me, my finger hovering over the email. With a deep breath, I swallow down the pure rage that starts to burst through my veins, and open it with a single click.
Uh-oh…looks like the pair who claim to hate each other have found some common ground… inside of an elevator, no less.
And it’s a picture taken from the security cameras, with Sophia on her knees, with my cock in her mouth.
TWENTY-FIVE
“Calm down, Sophia.” Avalon tries to reach for my hand, but I pull it back. I’m pacing back and forth inside the restroom of the venue. Lila’s outside, and she called a few people to help take away the internet connection before it spreads any further.
“How the fuck am I supposed to calm down?” I grit out, biting down on my bottom lip. My entire body is fucking rigid, and I’m absolutely livid. For one, I don’t think that Soren’s the one who leaked the image. And thank God, whoever it was, had at least enough decency to blur out my mouth and his dick.
“This entire venue will explode if the news leaves this restroom,” Grace sighs, leaning against the wall. “God, what were you thinking, Sophia? If we ignore the fact that you’ve been fucking Soren behind our backs — which, we will get back to at some point, I promise — doing it in an elevator with cameras? Really?”
“Do you really think I was paying attention to fucking cameras?”
The door of the restroom opens, and my mouth falls shut.Grace and Avalon straighten up when a girl comes in, and immediately, it’s like I’m seeing a light at the end of the tunnel. She’s an acquaintance at best, but I’ve attended quite a few events with her, and she’s been lovely to speak with.
“Grace, Ava, can you give us some privacy?”
The two exchange an odd glance, but they leave the restroom without questioning me. The moment the door closes, I turn to face the much taller girl, watching as she looks up from her phone.
“Oh, Sophia,” she smiles. “My data isn’t working.”
“Yeah, I know, listen, I really need a favor from you, Aria.”
Aria frowns, then puts her phone into the back pocket of her suit-pants. She comes from a long line of family that deals with oils, too. Both of her sides, maternal and paternal, have had the business for generations; however, there’s always been an unspoken secret.
Aria De Santis is from a family of killers. It’s definitely true, but no one would dare utter a single bad word about the De Santis family or try to expose it. They’d be dead long before they could even call the authorities.
Her face goes all serious when she sees the desperation on my face, her back straightening. “Do you want someone dead, or?”
