Chapter 49 Chapter 49
Sophia’s POV
I sat on my bed, my phone in my hand, staring at the video that had changed everything.
The video I’d leaked.
Hailey’s voice, clear and unmistakable, admitting she was pregnant. The hospital record with her name and the confirmation that she was carrying my father’s child.
I’d watched it play out exactly as I’d planned, the video spreading like wildfire across social media, news outlets picking it up, Hailey’s name trending alongside my father’s rumored connections.
But it had gone worse than I’d expected.
Much worse.
People weren’t just gossiping about a college girl getting knocked up by a rich older man. They were digging deeper, asking questions about my father’s business, about our family, about connections to organized crime.
The kind of attention we couldn’t afford.
With shaking hands, I’d pulled down the original post from the anonymous account I’d created. But it was already too late. The video had been downloaded, shared, reposted thousands of times.
And then a major news channel had picked it up, running a segment about “allegations of criminal connections” and “questions about the legitimacy of the Alejandro family fortune.”
Hailey was trending. My father’s name was trending. Our family was being scrutinized in ways that could destroy everything we’d built.
And it was all my fault.
I tossed my phone aside, burying my face in my hands. What had I done?
I’d wanted to hurt Hailey, to make her leave, to protect what was mine. But instead, I’d put a spotlight on our entire family, had invited investigation and attention that could bring everything crashing down.
Dad was going to kill me when he found out the full extent of what I’d done.
I needed to talk to Nonna, needed her guidance, her protection from the storm I’d created.
I left my room and made my way down the hallway toward her suite. The door was slightly open, and I could hear her voice inside, low and urgent.
“I need confirmation of Damien’s exact location,” she was saying into her phone. “Yes, tonight. No, don’t tell him I’m asking. Just send me the coordinates.”
Something about her tone made me pause. Why would Nonna need to track Dad’s location secretly?
But she sounded busy, focused on whatever she was dealing with.
I turned away, deciding I’d come back later when she had time to actually listen to me.
As I walked back down the hallway, I spotted Hailey standing near one of the sitting rooms, her face pale as she read something intently.
It took me a second to recognize what she was holding.
An old newspaper. Yellowed with age. And even from a distance, I could see my mother’s name in the headline.
Rage flooded through me, hot and immediate.
I stormed over and snatched the paper from her hands. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Hailey jumped, clearly startled. “I was just reading…”
“That’s none of your business,” I snapped, clutching the newspaper protectively. “My mother’s death is none of your business.”
But Hailey didn’t back down like she usually did. Instead, she stepped closer, her expression desperate. “Do you know anyone named Cooper?”
The question caught me off guard. “What?”
“Cooper,” she repeated urgently. “Does that name mean anything to you? Was there someone by that name involved with your mother or your family?”
“No,” I said, confusion mixing with my anger. “I don’t know anyone named Cooper. Why?”
“It was mentioned in another article,” Hailey said, her words tumbling out fast. “About the night your mother died. Someone named Cooper was….”
“Stop,” I interrupted sharply. “Stop being nosy about my mother’s business. Stop digging into things that have nothing to do with you.”
“But I think…”
“I don’t care what you think,” I said, my voice rising. “Keep pushing, and I’ll make more videos. I’ll leak every private moment you have until there’s nothing left of your life that isn’t public knowledge.”
I saw her flinch, saw the fear flash across her face, and some small, ugly part of me felt satisfied.
I turned and walked away before she could respond, the newspaper still clutched in my hand.
I needed to get out of this house. Needed to clear my head. Needed to feel something other than this crushing guilt and rage.
I grabbed my keys and headed for the garage, already pulling up a contact on my phone.
Tyler. My fuck buddy. The guy who asked no questions and provided exactly the kind of distraction I needed.
Meet me at the Meridian Hotel. Room 412. One hour.
His response came back almost immediately. I’ll be there.
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The hotel was discreet, expensive, the kind of place where people minded their own business and didn’t ask questions about who was checking in with whom.
Tyler was already waiting when I arrived, leaning against the wall outside the room with that cocky smirk I usually found attractive.
Tonight, I just needed him to help me forget.
We barely made it through the door before we were tearing at each other’s clothes, all urgency and desperation and need.
Tyler’s hands were everywhere, yanking my shirt over my head, his mouth crashing against mine in a bruising kiss. I shoved him back toward the bed, my fingers fumbling with his belt as we stumbled inside the room. The door slammed shut behind us, but neither of us cared.
He spun me around, pressing me face-first against the wall, his chest flush to my back. His cock strained against his jeans, grinding into my ass as he ripped my skirt up over my hips.
“'Fuck, Sophia,” he growled into my ear, his breath hot and ragged. “ You’re wound so tight tonight.”
I arched back against him, reaching behind to claw at his zipper
“Shut up and fuck me”' I demanded, my voice husky with want. The guilt and rage twisted inside me, but here, with him, I could let it out in thrusts and moans instead.
He didn’t need telling twice. His jeans hit the floor with a thud, and he kicked them aside. I felt the heat of his thick cock sliding between my thighs, teasing my soaked pussy lips.
No panties tonight, easy access, just how I wanted it. He gripped my hips hard, fingers digging into my flesh, and slammed into me in one brutal stroke.
I cried out, the stretch burning so good as he filled me completely. His cock was rock-hard, veins pulsing against my inner walls, bottoming out with a wet smack. He didn’t give me time to adjust, pulling back only to drive in again, harder, faster, setting a punishing rhythm that made my knees buckle.
“Like that?” he grunted, one hand sliding up to tangle in my hair, yanking my head back so he could bite at my neck. His other hand braced against the wall beside my head, his body caging mine as he pounded into my pussy relentlessly.
“Yes…harder,” I gasped, pushing back to meet each thrust. The friction built fast, my clit throbbing with every slap of his balls against me. Sweat slicked our skin, the room filling with the obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh, my arousal coating his shaft and dripping down my thighs.
Tyler’s free hand moved to my throat, squeezing just enough to make my pulse race under his fingers.
It was our consensual, controlled, the edge of danger heightening everything. I tapped his arm lightly, signaling it was good, and he tightened his grip a fraction, cutting off just enough air to make stars burst behind my eyelids.
My body clenched around him, pussy fluttering as the pressure coiled tighter in my core. He fucked me like he owned me, hips snapping forward with raw power, his cock dragging over that spot inside me that made me see white.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he rasped, releasing my hair to slap my ass sharply, the sting sending jolts straight to my clit.
I moaned, loud and unrestrained, grinding back against him. The wall scraped my palms as I braced myself, tits bouncing with each impact. His thumb pressed into the side of my neck, and I felt the world narrow to the slick slide of him inside me, the building ache demanding release.
“Come for me,” he ordered, his voice rough as gravel. He shifted his angle, grinding deep, and that was it, I shattered. My orgasm ripped through me, walls spasming around his cock, milking him as I screamed his name. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, my legs trembling, pussy gushing around him.
Tyler groaned, thrusts turning erratic as he chased his own peak. He released my throat, both hands clamping onto my hips now, pulling me back onto him with bruising force.
“Fuck…Sophia….” He buried himself to the hilt one last time, cock pulsing as he came, hot spurts of cum flooding my pussy, overflowing and trickling down my legs.
We stayed like that for a moment, panting, his forehead pressed to my shoulder. Then he pulled out slowly, his softening cock slick with our mixed release. I turned in his arms, legs weak, and he caught me, guiding us both to the bed.
But then something changed in his expression.
His hands moved to my throat, his grip tightening in a way that had been consensual before, that I’d told him I liked.
But this time, he didn’t stop when I tapped his arm. Didn’t ease up when I tried to push him away.
His fingers pressed harder, cutting off my air completely, and I saw something in his eyes that made terror shoot through me.
I struggled, my hands clawing at his wrists, my legs kicking, but he was stronger than me, and the lack of oxygen was already making me weak.
Black spots appeared in my vision. My lungs burned. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t scream, couldn’t do anything but fight uselessly against his grip.
This is it, I thought distantly. This is how I die.
Then suddenly, his grip loosened. His eyes went wide with shock and pain.
He fell off me, collapsing onto the floor beside the bed with a heavy thud.
I gasped for air, my hands flying to my throat, coughing and choking as oxygen flooded back into my lungs.
What the hell had just happened?
Through my blurred vision, I saw a figure standing over Tyler’s unconscious body, something heavy in hand.