SOFIA
It felt like a standoff in the room—me on one side and him on the other. Neither one willing to give in. I couldn’t help but admire what he was wearing and how sexy he looked in his black trench coat and dark grey suit. Usually, I saw him at nighttime when he came to the show, and the one time I rode with him in the limo. His beard and mustache were nicely trimmed and his black hair was slicked back. Tall, at least over six feet, and well-manicured sideburns made him look distinguished. His eyes were the color of black coal and when you stared into them, it made you feel as though he was looking into your soul.
“I run an investment firm called Alba Industries, named after my mother.”
“Still can’t go out with you, my life is public, and being seen with you would bring unwanted atte
