Dimitri
She didn’t want to be in the car with me, that was clear from the moment I ordered her to put her seatbelt. She was quiet and sullen. Reminding of the old Sophia. It grated on me, that she didn’t want me to drive her. It didn’t make any sense for her to call and wait for a taxi when I could drive her. She needed to get to our son quickly and I was the quickest option.
I frowned as yet another set of traffic lights tuned red as we approached. It seemed we had hit every red light in the city so far and it was making things worse. She kept tutting and tapping her foot. And it was driving me insane.
“Stop it.” Reaching across the deluxe interior of my Jag, I forced my hand down on her knee, where she had been bouncing it impatiently. My fingers slid across her skin befor
