Page 15 of Pretty Girl

Chapter Fourteen

Flaming red hair and no matter how much Sophie tried to hide behind a friendly smile, Sophie felt fear when looking at the woman. Her heart thumped painfully when she said she and Alec had a past relationship.

Of course they did, he was such a charming and handsome man that women should flock to him. It shouldn’t surprise her to see a beautiful woman claim to have a piece of him, but the possessive side of her wanted to negate that fact and keep Alec to herself.

“Don’t be scared. Miss Hayes.” she said, “There’s nothing to fear if you haven’t done anything bad.”

The bodyguard squared his shoulders and glared eye-to-eye with the agent, his orders were clear; Sophie was not to be harmed, physically or otherwise.

“This must seem a surprise to you, but I assure you, we mean no harm.”

As if she could trust this woman. Any other law enforcement officers would not ignite a protectiveness over Alec if she hadn’t blatantly established her dominance through flaunting her relationship with the man she loved.

“Miss Hayes,” she looked up to the deep voice of her bodyguard, “Please.”

She nodded wordlessly and couldn’t find the courage to look at the arrogant woman because if she did, then Alec and the woman’s relationship was true by the look on her face.

But, if she learned one thing as a server, it was to always look at customers’ faces as a sign of respect even if they were wrong. So, she looked and made definitive eye contact.

Cara narrowed her eyes.

Sophie turned back up the stairs with her guard who followed close by before she heard Cara’s voice shouted.

“Gun!”

A commotion came with overlapping voices mushed together, some panic and orders being yelled.

She regretted staying on the stairs when the man took a hold of her shoulders and hauled her down, her stomach made contact to the hard surface of the stairs. Her visions swirled, and she forced herself not to empty her stomach from the sudden impact on her digestive system.

A ringing in her ear was persistent even after so many footsteps surrounding her and voicing concerns as the weight on her back of lifted off.

She blinked, confused and nausea settled in her gut. She saw the bodyguard against the wall with one agent holding him and the other taking the gun strapped to him.

Sophie turned and saw Cara with her gun aimed at her, a look of discontent flashing briefly on her face before the façade of false concern surfaced.

“Are you alright—”

“What the fuck are you doing.”

She had never seen someone turn so ghastly pale in a second, but all she cared about was standing up and running down the stairs to the arms that would protect her.

Alec rubbed soothing circles on her back as she tightened her arms around his waist.

“Are you harmed?”

She shook her head, his crisp clean gray suit wrinkled by her ministration. His big hands tangled in her soft hair, keeping her face hidden in his chest as uncontainable anger laced throughout his words.

There was never a shred of doubt that Alec was a scary man, but it was then she knew how blood-curdling he could be.

“You will regret this.”

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