Chapter 7
What the f**k? Alistair was paralyzed by what he saw from the living room of Sophia’s suite.
On the veranda, Edward was sitting next to Sophia. He had his arms around her protectively and was talking softly to her. His hand was caressing her hair and her head was resting on his shoulder. They make a stunning pair, even more amazing than Sophia and Ethan.
Edward’s white-blond hair contrasted with Sophia’s raven-black tresses; his strong features, a full mouth that oozed sensuality and the determination in his blue eyes were the perfect counterpoints to Sophia’s softness and innocence.
Jealousy kicked in. As if Ashford chasing her wasn’t enough, I have competition from Davidoff too. And God knows who else.
“Sophia,” he spoke in his deep, low tone.
They raised their heads to l
