Sophia barely slept that night.
The moment she had stepped out of Alexander Knight’s car, reality had hit her like a freight train. A business trip. With him. Alone.
This was dangerous.
Not because she feared Alexander in the way most people did—his ruthless power, his ability to destroy lives with a single decision.
No. She feared the way he saw through her. The way he made her heart race with just a look.
And yet, she couldn’t refuse. Not without raising suspicions.
So, at exactly 6:55 AM, she stood outside her apartment in a fitted navy-blue blazer, her suitcase in hand.
A sleek black car pulled up. The back window lowered, revealing Alexander’s sharp blue eyes.
“Punctual,” he remarked, nodding in approval.
Sophia forced a polite smile. “I assume you wouldn’t tolerate anything less.”
He smirked. “You assume correctly.”
She slid into the car beside him, careful to keep her posture straight, her body angled away. Distance. Control. She needed both.
As the car pulled away, Alexander studied her for a moment before speaking. “Have you ever been to Chicago?”
“Yes,” she answered truthfully. Many times. But not as Sophia Reynolds. As Sophia Windsor—heiress to the empire she had abandoned.
Alexander nodded. “Good. Then you won’t be distracted.”
Sophia exhaled quietly. He had no idea how much this trip would test her.
Because Chicago wasn’t just another city to her.
It was where everything had fallen apart.
And now, she was going back—with the one man she couldn’t afford to let get too close.