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“I’m glad we did,” he says, curling his arm around my back to pull me closer and glancing menacingly in Dylan’s direction. “Now the little fucker finally knows what it looks like when you want it.”
Chapter Forty
Silvan
Sophie snuggles up next to me on the floor, her soft hand absently caressing my chest, her perfect little lips kissing my left pec and along my shoulder.
She’s soft as hell right now, her body—and sense of vengeance, perhaps—satisfied.
Not mine, though.
I won’t tell her that right now. I just want to enjoy her. I told Dare he was welcome to put a little fear into her as long as he didn’t hurt her because I know fear always warms Sophie up, but I didn’t expect her to bethiswarmed up.
As we lie tangled together on the floor, she confesses all about the fake phone call she made, acting like it’s the worst thing anyone has ever done. I smirk at her because, hell, it’s not even the worst thing someonein this roomhas done. But she apologizes to me anyway, and I let her. I kiss her pretty, apologetic lips and smile when she adds that since it was all a mix-up, we should probably let slimy Dylan go. Make him sign an NDA or something so he doesn’t go blabbing about all this.
She’s adorable.
While she was clearly down to fuck in front of the bastard, I’m not so sure she’ll be down for the rest of what I have planned, and I want to enjoy her company a bit before I do anything that could ruin it.
So I order our ottoman back over to the couch and make us a bowl of popcorn. I turn on a movie and cuddle up withSophie on the couch. I even make her put her feet up for a while. She seems to feel guilty about it at first since—unlike me and Dylan—she’s not comfortable treating human beings like pieces of shit. But Dylan’s going to learn what it’s like to be helpless and humiliated before I put him out of his misery later, and I’m not letting him out of it just because she’s a colossally better person than either one of us.
I knew Sophie was faking the phone call.
I didn’t catch the call on the pen recording. I put more of the pens out because she seemed to like them. From the moment she found my pen in her bag, it’s the one she used for everything.
But I watched her sit there and inspect the pen on the feed from the cameras in the apartment. I watched her compare it to her phone, and then, mysteriously, a few minutes later, she got her phone call. Only there was no call on the screen, and it was lit up when she put it to her ear and put it back down.
I know what a phone call looks like on an iPhone.
Of course, she didn’t know I was watchingvideofootage. Maybe if I’d been listening to just an audio recording, it would have worked.
In any case, I explicitly told Sophie what would happen if I caught her fucking around with some other guy, and then she turned around and made an effort to make it look like she was.
Clearly, she wanted me to go after the guy.
Maybe it’s an unconscious thing. Maybe she doesn’t even realize it’s what she wants.
ButIrealize it, so I’m gonna give it to her.
I don’t like the idea of Dylan existing in the world anyway. Not only did he touch my girl when she didn’t want him to,but he disrespected her time and time again, and that’s not something I can let him get away with.
Hugh said he disrespected me, too, but I couldn’t give fewer fucks what he thinks about me. Still, I guess it’s mildly satisfying to show him what a dorky fucking loser Sophie’s new man is, after all.
He was boiling mad after I fucked her in that short little skirt and he couldn’t do shit about it. Couldn’t even watch without risking fucking body parts.
I figured he would be. I had a hunch from the stuff Hugh had relayed to me and my own digging that this guy liked Sophie and was probably bitter he never caught her.
I’m not surprised, though. Sophie requires meticulous care, and he’s far too self-involved to be able to offer it to her.
She can be cornered and pushed around for a short time if you know the right buttons to push, but if you want tokeepher, that’s not nearly as easy. She’s slippery, and it takes a lot of effort to find out what she needs to be happy. I don’t know if it’s how she was raised, the shit she’s been through, or just her natural inclination, but Sophie is very reluctant to express—or even admit—her desires. It’s like there was never room for her wants and needs to be a priority, so she got into the habit of pretending she didn’t have any so as to not inconvenience anybody else.
I’d like to break her of it eventually, but in the meantime, I’m happy to stalk her little ass and figure out what she needs that way.
Dylan couldn’t cut it with Sophie. Most guys probably couldn’t, but it’s their loss because she’s worth every bit of the effort.
Right now, her needs are very well met, so she’s curled up beside me on the couch with her arms around my waist and her head resting on my shoulder, watchingSnow White. She mutters about the Huntsman, and I laugh at her disgruntled tone.
“Too fresh?” I tease.
