Chapter 30 Come to London, Shofia!

Chapter 30 Come to London, Shofia!
LONDON, next morning
Alex stood under the scalding shower, hands braced against the marble wall as water pounded his back. Elena had left hours ago, clearly offended by his cold dismissal. He didn’t care.
He couldn’t even remember her face clearly now. All he could see was Sofia.
“Damn you,” he muttered, forehead pressed to the cold tile. “Why can’t I fucking forget you?”
His cock twitched at the memory of her on their wedding night, legs spread, eyes wild, pulling him deeper even as she wore another man’s ring. He gripped himself roughly, stroking hard and fast, chasing release like a punishment.
“Come on! Just let me forget for one goddamn minute,” he growled through gritted teeth.

But even as he came with a harsh groan, spilling across his fist, the pleasure was hollow. He slammed his palm against the wall.
“Fuck!”


Sofia lay awake long after Justin had fallen asleep. His arm was draped possessively over her waist, warm and steady. She hated how much she resented that safety.
Quietly, she slipped out of bed again and went to the balcony. The sea was calm tonight, mocking her inner storm.
Her phone burned in her hand. She had deleted Alex’s number years ago, but she still remembered it, every digit. Her thumb hovered over the screen.
“Don’t,” she whispered to herself.
“You’re married. You chose this.”
But her body still ached from the memory of him. The way he had taken her like he owned her soul. The way Justin’s gentle touch now felt like a pale imitation.
She opened a new message.
Sofia: I hate you for what you did to me on my wedding night.
She stared at the unsent text for a long moment, then deleted it with shaking fingers. Instead, she typed something else.
Sofia: You ruined me.
She deleted that too. Finally, she wrote the truth and sent it before she could stop herself.
Sofia: I can’t stop thinking about you. Even when my husband is inside me.
The message delivered. She turned her phone off immediately, heart racing, and went back to bed. Justin stirred and pulled her closer, murmuring sleepily.
“Love you, baby.”
Sofia closed her eyes and whispered back, “I love you too.”

But the lie tasted bitter on her tongue.


LONDON, 3:47 a.m.

Alex’s phone lit up on the nightstand. He hadn’t slept. He grabbed it instantly, and the moment he saw her name, his heart stopped. He read the message once. Then again.
His breathing grew ragged, without thinking, he called her. It rang only twice before she picked up.
Neither of them spoke for several seconds. Then Alex’s voice came, low, dark, and trembling with barely controlled hunger.
“You shouldn’t have sent that,” he said roughly.
Sofia’s breath hitched on the other end.
“I know,” she whispered.
 “But I can’t stop. God, Alex… what did you do to me?”
He closed his eyes, gripping the phone so tight his knuckles turned white.
“I’m hard just hearing your voice,” he admitted, voice gravel. “I fucked another woman last night trying to forget you. Came inside her and still only saw your face.”
Sofia let out a soft, broken sound.
“I faked it with Justin tonight,” she confessed, voice shaking.
“I came thinking about your mouth on me. About how you fucked me like you hated me and loved me at the same time.”
A low, dangerous growl escaped Alex’s throat.
“Tell me you’re touching yourself right now.”
“I am,” she breathed.
“Two fingers. But it’s not enough. It’s never enough anymore.”
“Fuck, Sofia…”
They stayed on the phone like that for over an hour, whispering filthy memories, desperate confessions, and raw need while they brought each other to the edge again and again with nothing but words and memory.
When they finally came together, both of their voices breaking on each other’s names, the silence that followed was heavy with guilt and longing.
“I miss you,” Alex said quietly, the most dangerous truth he had ever admitted.
Sofia didn’t answer right away. Then, barely audible.
“I miss you too.”
And in that moment, both of them knew the peaceful lives they had built were already beginning to crack.
“Came to London Shofia.” Alex begging.