The Billionaire’s Payback

The Hot Night

Sophia Pov

"I feel like you're just faking it, Sophia. You’ve got some other stuff going on for being here," Maxwell’s vibe shifted, and it seemed like he was starting to question my act.

I took a step closer, the sound of my Louboutin heels clicking softly on the marble. This was my shot. My dad sent me here with a mission to grab a future that got snatched from me. And if I was gonna make it happen, I had to nail this role.

Maxwell was staring at me, his eyes full of curiosity. He was definitely interested, and I could feel the vibe change between us. “So, this is how we’re playing it?” I said, just inches from him. “You don’t buy my story. You think I’m full of it.”

He was checking me out, eyes sharp, like he was trying to find something hidden. “Why should I trust you?”

He wanted the real deal, but I couldn’t give him that. Not yet. “You shouldn’t,” I said softly, letting my fingers graze the sleeve of his jacket. “But you could.”

His eyes got darker, his stance shifting. “You’re pretty sure of yourself.” There was a chilly tone to his voice. “But that doesn’t mean you’re being honest.”

I could see the doubt in his eyes. He was weighing my words, figuring out if I was worth the trouble. This guy wasn’t one to trust easily. “You’re right. It’s a gamble,” I whispered. “But sometimes, taking a gamble pays off.”

His face didn’t soften, but I caught how his gaze lingered on my lips before snapping back to my eyes. He was interested, but there was a barrier. “So, what’s the real deal? Why are you here?” he asked, voice low and kinda challenging. “What’s your game?”

I could feel the tension between us, thick and heavy. “Maybe I’m just here because I wanna be.” It was a lie, but one I was ready to sell. If Maxwell started to suspect me now, the whole plan could go south.

He moved a step closer, his eyes glued to mine. “Or maybe you’re here ‘cause someone sent you. Someone who ain’t Mark.” His hand moved, fingers lightly gripping my wrist. His touch was firm, and his gaze was sharp. “And I wanna know who.”

My heart raced. He was testing me, looking for cracks. “I’m here ‘cause I got invited,” I said smoothly, keeping it light. “And ‘cause I wanna learn more about you.”

He leaned in, his grip tightening a little. “You really think I’m buying that?”

I held his gaze, not backing down. “You can believe whatever you want.”

For a sec, it was a standoff. If he didn’t buy my story or pushed too hard, everything could go downhill. I let my fingers glide over his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his breath. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” I whispered.

His eyes squinted, suspicion growing. “Maybe. But I can tell when someone’s messing around.”

The challenge in his voice was clear as day. He wasn’t budging. “And what if I am?” I asked, my voice low and inviting.

Maxwell’s hand moved up, cradling the back of my neck. His touch was both solid and careful. “I’ve seen this type of thing before,” he said quietly, his thumb grazing my skin. “Someone pops up, acts like it’s all just a coincidence. Then I find out they’re not who they pretend to be.”

I gulped, my heart racing, but I didn’t back off. “Maybe you have,” I whispered. “But I’m not like that.”

He paused, his eyes searching mine. “You’re treading on thin ice,” he warned.

“I’m already over it.” I held his stare, feeling the heat between us amp up. If I showed any signs of weakness now, he’d totally see through me.

He let go of my wrist, his eyes flashing with something I couldn’t quite place. “You don’t have to go there.”

For a split second, I thought he might back off. That he might actually let me go. But he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my cheek. “But you’re gonna, aren’t you?”

I didn’t flinch. “What if I said yes?”

Maxwell’s grip tightened just a bit, and his eyes locked onto mine. “Then I’d say you’re playing with fire.”

“Maybe I am,” I whispered. “Or maybe I’m just curious about how far you’ll take this.”

His eyes went dark. “Don’t push me.”

I smirked, feeling the power shift, even if just for a second. “Maybe I already am.”

The air between us was electric, the tension pulling us in. But as his eyes locked onto mine, I knew this was just the start of our little game and one of us was about to discover just how far we were willing to push it.

Maxwell’s lips hovered over mine, the tension between us thick and buzzing. I knew this was a bad idea. I knew I was playing with fire. But I couldn’t help it. Not now.

And then, with a soft exhale, he kissed me.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft. It was intense, filled with the same energy that radiated from him every time he talked. His lips pressed firmly against mine, his hands grabbing my waist as he pulled me in, deepening the kiss.

For a moment, I allowed myself to get lost in it. I let myself forget the betrayal, the shame, the fear that had been haunting me all night. In that moment, there was just Maxwell his touch, his warmth, his longing.

I didn’t think about what would come next. I didn’t think about my dad’s ultimatum or Ryan’s cocky grin. I just let myself feel, for the first time in ages, something other than hurt.

As our passion grew, Maxwell's hands explored my body with a tender urgency that sent shivers down my spine. His lips met mine in a passionate kiss, and I felt an undeniable connection between us. The intensity of his gaze made it clear that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

My heart raced as we moved together, our bodies pressed against each other. Maxwell's hands slid under my shirt, tracing the curve of my back and sending waves of pleasure through me. I arched into his touch, feeling a desperate need for more.

His lips moved to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made my knees weak. I could feel his erection against my leg, growing harder with every touch. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and I knew we were both ready for what came next.

With a sudden urgency, Maxwell lifted me onto the bed, our eyes locked in desire. He climbed on top of me, his body pressing against mine as he reached down to start removing my tight clothes. I couldn't help but moan softly as his fingers slid beneath the fabric, caressing my inner thighs with a teasing touch.

As he began to remove my clothes, I felt a sense of vulnerability wash over me. But it was quickly replaced by an overwhelming feeling of desire as Maxwell's eyes roamed over my body, taking in every curve and valley with a hunger that mirrored my own.

With one swift motion, Maxwell removed his own clothes, revealing the hardened length of him that I had been longing to touch feeling a burning desire of revenge. My heart pounded in my chest as he positioned himself between my legs, ready to take me on this wild and passionate ride...

The night passed in a blur of heat and movement, a tangle of bodies and breathless whispers. I lost track of time, of where I was, of who I was. Everything seemed to fade away, leaving only the raw connection between us.

By the time the world came back into focus, the room was dark, and Maxwell was gone.

I lay in the oversized bed, the silk sheets cool against my skin, my mind still spinning from the events of the night. The faint glow of the city lights filtered in through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room.

I should’ve felt shame. I should’ve felt regret. But all I felt was exhaustion. Pure, bone-deep exhaustion.

I closed my eyes, willing myself to drift off into sleep, but the sound of approaching footsteps woke me.