Chapter 11
Ethan Ashford’s Penthouse
Saturday, January 23, 2010
11:58 p.m.
“I’m not moving in with you, you know?” Sophia said to Ethan, rising from his bed.
“Sophia, baby, tomorrow is Sunday.” He sighed and stretched. “I missed you yesterday.”
“I had a terrible headache.” She looked at him from the bathroom doorway and bit her lip. “Ethan, we have been seeing each other almost every day and I have slept in your apartment at least six times…I have a private life.”
“You do? One that doesn’t include me?” His expression turned dark.
She returned to the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed and looked intently at him. “I have to tell you something.”
He sat up and leaned toward her. A dreadful feeling permeated his body. “What is it?”
“Please, don’t be mad. I haven’t said this before be
