Chapter 6

• Sophia's POV.
• "You're pretty tricky, little Sophia..." He said, smirking as he looked down at me. "But not tricky enough for me.'
• I shot him a glare. He was always a contradiction, saying one thing and doing another.
• "Don't glare at me."
• His grip tightened around my neck, and a soft, yet startled sound escaped my lips.
• "ah!"
• He scoffed, releasing me. "Tch." He slipped off me and walked away.
• My hand flew to my neck, rubbing at the place his fingers had pressed as if to erase the feeling. The door creaked open as he moved to leave.
• I sat up quickly, my eyes widening.
• "Where are you going?" I asked, a bit too sharply.
• He didn't answer. He just walked out, leaving the door to swing shut behind him. I stood, ready to go after him, but changed my mind at the last moment.
• "Damn it!" I muttered, stomping my feet. "My best chance to seduce this man has just been completely ruined."
• "Why did he even stop me?" I whispered to myself, frowning. "I thought men liked these things. Why is he pretending to be different?"
• "He just wants to give me a hard time," I mumbled, pursing my lips. "Such an arrogant—"
• "Miss,"
• I flinched at the sound of a voice and turned. It was the maid from a while ago.
• "Follow me to your room," She said softly.
• I swallowed hard and nodded. I followed her upstairs. As we walked, the vastness of the place made me dizzy.
• "This place is huge," I commented, glancing around in awe. "I'm going to get lost..."
• "You might," the maid said, stopping abruptly. "But if you use the house's elevator, you will find your way more easily."
• "There's an elevator?" I asked.
• "Yes, come with me," She resumed walking.
• After a few moments, we reached an elevator.
• "Wow," I mouthed, scrutinizing it in awe. I had seen some home elevators but nothing like this one.
• "Why is clear as glass?" I inquired, reaching for it.
• "I don't know," She said with a shrug. "But I've heard some staff say it's unbreakable, but has some unique functions."
• "Nice..." I whispered. "Are you sure that we're allowed to use it?"
• "Yes," She nodded, pressing a button to open it.
• The elevator opened, and we stepped in. It was a bit chilly but incredible and as it moved, I found myself briefly distracted from the number of problems I faced.
• When we got to the top floor, she led me into a room. It was massive, almost half the size of my entire house.
• "This will be your room from now on. If you need anything, you can use the intercom," The maid said, a small smile appearing on her lips.
• As she turned to leave, I asked, "What's your name?"
• "Poppy," She answered before walking out.
• "Poppy," I repeated, glancing around as I approached the king-sized bed. "This place was more comfortable than I thought. But no comfort here can match what I felt with my father."
• I slipped slowly into the bed and began thinking of other ways to seduce him. I needed to be with my father as soon as possible. Any delay would get in the way of my goal.
• "What am I going to do?" I sighed, running my hands through my hair.
• I spent hours thinking, so preoccupied, that I lost my appetite for dinner. I didn't want food or rest, all I wanted was to accomplish my end of the deal.
• As I continued thinking, my eyes grew heavy. I tried to resist the strong urge to sleep but felt myself drifting off. Then, suddenly, the honk of a car startled me awake.
• "He's back," I said, slipping out of bed.
• I dashed out of the room, retracting Polly's steps to the elevator. I pressed the button as she had done, letting the elevator carry me downstairs. The actions of Poppy, and the elevator took me downstairs.
• As I ran into the sitting room, I gasped at the sight of Alessandro.
• "Blood," I muttered, noticing the dark stain spreading over his shirt.
• "What happened? How did you get injured?" I asked, moving toward him.
• He didn't answer like earlier and tried walking away. Summoning all the courage, I stepped in front of him, blocking his path.
• "You can't just leave without answering me. I want to know why you got hurt and...why you didn't go to a hospital?"
• "You do not care, so stop this act." He responded coldly, his gaze so icy it sent a shiver through me.
• He was right about me not caring for him. But how was I supposed to show him what love was, if I didn't pretend to care?
• "How can I care for you after what you did to my father knowing he could be innocent?" I asked, glaring at him. "But you're still human. Everyone deserves some care."
• I took his hand and pulled him to the couch. I half-expected him to resist, but I guess he was too tired to.
• "Where is the first aid kit?" I questioned, glancing at the drawers beneath the large TV.
• He gave an ingenuine, and mocking laugh, "Since when did you become a nurse? Or should I say a... caregiver?"
• I huffed in disbelief. How could he behave so immaturely while bleeding like this?
• "Where is it?" I persisted.
• "In the drawer."
• I followed his gaze and found the drawer he meant. I opened it and grabbed the first aid kit. Returning to him, I sat close enough to see his injury. I began unbuttoning his shirt, my breath hanging at the sight of the wound on his broad shoulder. Blood was trickling from the deep cut.
• "It's a cut," I muttered, reaching carefully for it. "Why do you have a cut on your shoulder?"
• "That's none of your business," He replied, his voice sharp.
• His gaze darkened, and I took it as a sign to stop asking questions and focus on treating and dressing the wound. My hands moved gently as if painting on a blank canvas. His body was like a piece of art, strong and chiseled even while it hurt.
• Once I was done, I arranged the first aid supplies back into the box. I could feel his burning gaze on me.
• I couldn't resist turning to him, and in the process, my lips brushed against his. The unexpected softness of his lips made me let out a moan before I pulled away.
• I looked up, expecting a reaction, but his face was expressionless. Yet, as my gaze lowered, I noticed a shift in his posture, a tension revealing itself as a bulge in his pants.
• A smirk appeared on my lips, as I placed my hand close to it, "I guess you're much easier than—"
• Before I could complete my words, his face turned monstrous.