Sophia's New Manager

Morana's Point of View

As I sat on my bed, my mind betrayed me.

No matter how much I tried to shake off the memory, my thoughts kept drifting back to him.

To Nikolai D'Angelo.

To the way he had pulled me into his arms and held me like I was something precious.

To his voice, deep, steady, reassuring telling me to let it all out but to never cry for the same reason again.

To the way he looked at me, like he was seeing me, not just the version of Morana that the world had turned its back on.

I clenched my fists, shaking my head as if that could push the memories away.

"He's crazy." I muttered, staring at the ceiling. "Offering himself to me just like that? Who does that?"

But I couldn't deny the thrill that rushed through me at the thought.

Nikolai D'Angelo, the richest heir in New York, a man who had the city at his feet had willingly placed himself in my corner.