Sophia's POV.
All the color drained from my face and I just sat there pale, looking like a ghost with my eyes wide open. In all of this commotion, I completely forgot how famous Mr Hayes was among the media. Getting anywhere with him was almost equal to getting your entire life out there.
Oh no. Now everyone is going to know that we are together? What if his parents say I’m not good enough, what if I get fired? What if he decides to put an end to us? I’m just a poor girl tying to survive, what if I’m not good enough for him?
So many thoughts ran through my mind!
This is not good. This is so not good.
“What am I going to do now?” I mumbled and started hyperventilating. I had never been in a situation like this and who had anyway? It was not like you would know that you were going to be a global talk overnight and for what? Spending a few good hours?
This was messed up on so many levels.
“Sophia, babe, calm down. Deep breaths yeah? Yes, just like that, take deep breaths.” I followed her instructions but it was not even up to ten seconds later that I started hyperventilating again.
“I am on the news Steph! On the news!” She rubbed her hand up and down my arm in a comforting manner but it did nothing to calm my nerves.
“How about you go talk to your boss?” I smacked her on the arm and she winced, laughing her ass off.
“You're right, I should go.” I obliged.
“To fuck him?” She teased.
“Steph!” I yelled and ran after her with a cushion in my hand to beat the hell out of her.
“Shall I expect a little munchkin to call me an auntie soon?” She added while laughing and running around the dining table.
“Get back here you spawn of satan.” “I am satan”
“I will send you to heaven,” I yelled.
“Just how he brings heaven to you?” She yelled back amusingly.
“COME BACK HERE!”
***
Alex's POV.
After the early morning news about me and Sophia, it didn't come as a surprise when I saw the swarm of reporters and paparazzi at my company.
My bodyguards did a good job of swatting them off so I could pass through. I ignored all their different questions
“When did you secretly tie the knot, Mr Hayes.”
“What's your relationship status?”
“What about Ms Johansen?”
The last question caught me off guard and I stopped in my tracks but I quickly regained my composure and continued walking.
That last question reminded me that I had yet to do something about Emily and the lies she's been spreading about me.
I thought about getting through to Sophia, to ask her not to come to work today to help her avoid the embarrassing questions and the awkward nature of the situation.
I decided to do just that when I was settled in my office but just then, my phone rang. I glance down to see Sophia calling.
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Sophia's POV.
It had been exactly one hour since Steph and I acted like Tom and Jerry and now, I was sitting inside a taxi in the parking lot of the office as sweat covered my forehead.
Those few moments I spent with Steph in the morning eased my tension but now that the reality was hitting me hard with all those flashes, I was a nervous wreck all over again.
The press was all around me, taking picture after picture, knocking on the window asking about my relationship status with Mr Hayes and I don't think that I have ever been this tense in my life.
I had to get out of there because I could see that the taxi driver was already getting impatient but the real question was how do I get out here?
There was no way I was going to step out of the car with all these people waiting to jump all over me and neither was I going to sit here all day.
I took out my phone and decided to call Mr. Hayes to help me out of this situation.
Just then, I saw Mr Hayes walking towards the car with his bodyguards, pushing the media away.
There were six of them, two in the back, two in the front, and one on each side of him, completely covering him from the media.
I smiled in relief looking at him and made to unlock the door, ready to get out but he opened the door instead, sitting beside me in the taxi, making me look at him with a confused stare.
He ignored me and gave an address to the taxi driver.
“To my apartment.” He whispered to me.
I nodded my head without asking any questions. The entire ride to his apartment was silent and not even a comfortable one.
I turned my head to look at him and was startled to realize that he was already staring at me. I saw him loosen his tie and shook his head with a sigh, making me wonder why he was so upset over this because isn't this something very common to him?
He was on the front page of many magazines and newspapers almost every day. The only difference was that he had a new model by his side in each photo.
Was he upset because he didn't want to be seen with me?
But he did say that he won't ever let me go so was it all a joke back then?
I didn't realize we were at the parking lot because of all the deep thinking until he stood there, opening the door wide for me with a sweet smile on his face and all my negative thoughts flew out the window.
“Why are we here?” I asked as I stepped outside holding his hand that he had brought forward for me.
“You don't want to be the victim of those judgmental stares, do you?” he asked, raising his eyebrow— an action that I found hot about him as I rapidly shook my head in denial.
No one wants to be a victim of judgmental stares.
“It's hard.” He said and I furrowed my brows at his vague statement.
“What is?” I asked as we walked towards the elevator which was luckily on the ground floor.
“To control me around you.”