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It infuriated me to think how she’d coped with life after Randolph cornered her, assaulted her, and then set up a tabloid scandal to keep her quiet, essentially destroying her reputation.

Sophia had survived it all on her own. There was no one she could rely on to protect her from the horrible things spread about her. Her own parents hadn’t supported her.

And I knew firsthand what this idiot was up to at the time. He’d been so wrapped up in his selfish lifestyle to pause for even a moment to give a shit about Sophia.

“I can’t change the past.”

“No, you can’t, but I will ensure she has a future.”

Lucian stood. “You feel that strongly about the situation, then I’m taking it as a vow, Pierce. Don’t break her heart, or I will take great pleasure in killing you.”

“I don’t need your treats. And it would help if you remembered Sophia is the one who chose me. I warned her away. I ordered her way. But just like you, she’s hardheaded and doesn’t listen to a damn thing anyone says.”

Chapter Six

Sophia

I stirred from a heavy sleep, my body feeling as if it were engulfed in a warm, safe cocoon. I refused to open my eyes and face whatever the day had waiting for me. The bedroom still lay cast in darkness, so it could be four in the morning or the afternoon, for all I knew.

The exhaustion I’d felt when Damon put me to bed no longer plagued me, but the weariness of knowing this whole mess with Keith’s death wasn’t going to end any time soon sat heavy in my chest.

Nothing made sense.

It just wasn’t possible for me to leave my fingerprints in Keith’s apartment. I wasn’t that reckless.

I was reckless, but when I went on my escapades, I made sure never to leave traces to lead back to me. Fingerprints and hair were major parts of it. The cap holding in my hair beneath the wig ensured not a single strand of hair would escape, so when had I taken off my gloves to leave a damn fingerprint?

I hadn’t. Some fucker set me up. But why? What had I ever done to anyone for them to hate me that much?

God, this was giving me a headache.

I’d rather have woken up to an orgasm instead of this mess.

A small ache filled my heart.

It seemed as if every time Damon and I took a step forward, something forced us to take ten back.

This time, it wasn’t him with the accusations of murder but me.

I guessed this made us the perfect pair.

Releasing a deep sigh, I opened my lids, knowing it was time to face the day ahead and leave the warmth of this bed.

Instead, I found myself caged in by two strong arms and piercing green eyes staring down at me.

“Hi.” I shifted my hands to realize they were bound to the top of the bed, making my heartbeat skip a beat. “Is this how you expect to have that long chat you planned?”

“Not quite.”

“Damon.”

“Sophia.” The way he said my name shot straight to my core.

It was as if a simple change in tone worked as the ignition switch to my libido. A prickling sensation burned along my skin.

The slide of his thick cock along my body as he’d tugged the covers off me told me he was as naked as I was.

How long had he waited for me to wake up? How long had he watched me pour through my thoughts and worries?

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