Chapter EIGHT

SOFIA

Adrik had left the penthouse hours ago. It was the perfect opportunity for me to get some basic housekeeping done. I had my book, and it was coming along great. And I needed to call Nonna. But for some reason, all I could do was think about the big bastard.

I had to admit the last few days were not at all horrible. I mean, the man was an exemplary lover. He was attentive, smart, and every time he smiled, which was rare, I felt a ridiculous sense of pride. Like I wanted to crow look what I did, I made the man smile to the whole world. I didn’t, but I wanted to.

This entire thing was surreal. I was not a femme fatale and men did not move mountains to be with me. But Adrik had certainly manipulated this to his advantage. I couldn’t fathom why a man like that was interested. I mean, sure I was pretty. Not spectacular. Not model pretty. But I was attractive, even if I was overweight.