Chapter 10
NOAH
Seeing the look on Sophia’s face when the announcer shouts her name gives me more goddamned satisfaction than I can remember feeling in a long time.
After discovering her self-portrait in the gallery this afternoon before our tux fittings, I was only too shocked, dismayed and rather pleased to discover that the portrait, according to the gallery owner, would be up for auction this very night.
And the utter shock on the sultry waitress’s face, the absolute confusion written on her features, is enough to thrill me more than even s*x.
A shame, considering all the women I’ve been with, despite what Jase thinks.
In the five years since I’ve been away from New York, and hell, the two days since I’ve seen Sophia, I have tried.
I’ve tried to think about other women. Spend ti
