Twisted Love 26 Restless Night 1

Coming back to the present, she noticed their positions, Vincent was almost carrying her in his arms. The only difference was that her legs were still on the ground and not in the air.

Quickly getting to her feet, blus.h.i.+ng, she took a couple of steps back b.u.mping into the door behind. The b.u.mp completely woke her up.

"Thank you for catching me... I am not like this normally." she mumbled the last bit under her breath, not expecting him to hear.

"Not like what?" Vincent asked in curiosity.

"b.u.mping into things and falling down as a result." Her response was unconscious. She still did not get that he had heard her and was also talking to her.

She was completely out of it. The scene from earlier was not going away. It was only getting more vivid. Shaking her head, Sofia finally got the image out of her head.

"Johnathan is asleep. So I will also go to my room and get ready for bed. Good night." Saying anything to get away from Vincent, Sofia escaped to her room before he could answer her.

Vincent was able to read her like an open book. From the minute she entered his office, he knew she would not be able to forget what see saw. And this accident turned out to be an opportunity for him to get her used to these situations happening more frequently.

The gears were turning in his mind. Ways to get her to open up to him and lead her exactly where he wanted her.

In his life permanently.

........

Inside Sofia's room, the lights were off but the person inside was wide awake. Even though Sofia had talked to Vincent normally on the surface, her mind was in a panic.

She did not know why she was constantly thinking about him. How he felt, if it was pleasurable or painful. Because his face glowing but his body tensed.

No matter how hard she tried, she could not fall asleep. Twisting and turning in bed for 20 minutes, she finally gave up trying. Deciding to go to the kitchen for a cla.s.s of water, she slowly exited her room and traveled down 2 flights of stairs to reach her destination.

She was not alone in there. Someone was sitting at the breakfast table with the lights drinking something with his back towards her.