Sophia’s POV
I remain frozen, watching my phone ring silently in Alexander’s grip.
My pulse skitters all over the place.
My crush on Lewis is a past I’m not proud of, but it doesn’t mean it wasn’t real. It was real, awkwardly desperate, and shameless.
The phone stops ringing, and everywhere goes still.
Alexander doesn’t move or make a sound.
I keep my head down, stomach clenching in shame and worry. I dare not breathe.
The screen goes off.
“Come here,” he utters coldly, dropping my phone.
My heart slams hard.
My fingers clench slowly.
I’ve barely raised my head when he stretches both hands to my waist, lifting me off the seat.
My throat tightens.
He sits me on his lap, thighs apart, straddling him, my dress hiking up dangerously.
His large palm slides up my back, pressing my
