The Billionaire Trap

Why Am l doing this?

Sofia's POV

"Take a seat young lady," Michael said, motioning to a chair behind me completely ignoring my statement.

"Zack," Alex called, staring at Zack with an unsaid emotion.

"The bride is for me, not you, you're staring as though you're the one she wants to get married to," Alex said, making Zack dart his gaze away from me.

"I'm sorry, I just thought she really looked like someone I've met before," He said, and I felt my eyes twitch.

Was he going to tell them...my father would kill me if he found out about what I did.

"But it turns out she's not the one, I was just mistaken," He said, smiling to ease the tension.

"Enough of the long talks Zack, let her sign the marriage certificate she's here for," Alex said, and I felt my body shudder as he stared at me intently.

His language was crude, sharp, emotionless, nothing like the Zack I'd spent the night having a series of orgasms in his hands.

"Sofia," Alex called, glaring as though he was about to tear me open.

"Keep whatever thoughts you've in mind away, you are in my house and if at all, you should only think about me," he said and I glanced at my father, feeling the credulous way this bastard spoke to me.

"Is this what you're selling me out for, father? this bastard that I can't even think of anything else apart from him, I'm sure you heard what he said..."

"You should have also respected his presence Sofia, zoning out in front of someone superior isn't a good sign of a good wife," My father said, making me scoff at his words.

I turned another look at Micheal, Alex, my gaze not daring to stop in the ocean of hazel eyes that stared at me.

His eyes carried a small warmth, a complete opposition to the man in front of me.

"Here, sign these," Alex said, throwing the papers in front of me.

"Am I supposed to sign the papers on the floor?" I asked, staring at the men in the room, my eyes darting between the papers on the floor and Alex.

Alex’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "What do you think you're doing, Sofia?" he asked, his voice calm but filled with a chilling edge.

I straightened in my chair, meeting his gaze head-on. "If you want me to sign, then you’ll hand me the papers properly. I won’t sign something you threw on the floor like I’m beneath you," I said firmly, my voice unwavering despite the tension crackling in the air.

The room fell silent. My father’s face darkened with fury, his voice cutting through the heavy atmosphere. "Sofia! Stop this nonsense at once!”

"For a man who couldn't find a bride because of his acts, I would say whatever woman that wants to be with you is an i***t," I said, my nerves wracking at he clenched his jaws.

"And what does that mean?" He asked.

"Aren't you here to marry me?"

"No I'm not, I'm just an item bought and sold by my father, I'm not marrying you, Mr Alex, I'm only a pawn in this game that my father brought me into, and that too leaving me no choice," I said, watching my father shift closer to where I was seated.

But Alex held up a hand, silencing my father. His eyes locked on mine, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face and I hated that his eyes were the same with the man who was making my heart thump heavily across the room.

"Dignity you say," Alex said, slowly leaning forward to pick up the papers with deliberate precision. His movements were measured, his expression a mask of cold amusement and held in rage.

He stood, stepping closer to me. With the papers in hand, he held them out, his voice laced with mocking sarcasm. "Here. Is this good enough for you, princess?"

I reached out, taking the papers from him, feeling the sudden urge to retch at the way he called me princess. My fingers brushed against his, and I felt the heat of his gaze, challenging me to defy him further.

"Much better," I said, my tone calm but defiant.

As I placed the papers flat on the table, I picked up the pen again. Alex didn’t move, standing over me as though he was asserting his dominance. I ignored him, signing my name in a slow, deliberate motion.

When I finished, I placed the pen down and slid the papers toward him, meeting his gaze with a calm resolve.

"There. It's done," I said, refusing to let him see how much this moment had shaken me.

Alex picked up the papers, glancing at my signature before smirking. "Good girl," he said, his tone dripping with condescension.

I felt my cheeks flush with anger, but I held my ground, refusing to let him see the effect his words had on me. This was only the beginning, and I silently vowed that I wouldn’t let him break me so easily.

My eyes flushed with tears, tears that I couldn't shed, tears I had to hold back, to maintain my stance in front of these men.

I heaved in a breath, feeling my body tingle at the feel of a familiar hazel eyes on me. He let out a small soothing smile before leaving the room.

I closed my eyes, reminiscing about his touches...

My throat, his lips in between my thighs, and the fuckin way he had his member all in my mouth.

I shook my head to rid the thought, but the damning thought of his hands around my waist, while he pounded into me was a fuckin stark contrast to the dilemma I was in now.

"Sofia," My father called, shaking me out of my thoughts.

"I need to talk to you," He said, leaving no chance for arguments.

"My husband would not allow that, you know that very well,"

I replied curtly, happy at the way his word cut short in-between.