Sophie’s Surrender Read Online Sam Mariano

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Insta-Love, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
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“The lady has asked you on multiple occasions not to touch her.”

“Let go of me, you fucking—”

“I will release you as soon as you assure me that when I do, you’ll apologize to the lady and walk away without another word to her.”

“What-the-fuck-ever, man. Get off me!”

Hugh releases Dylan who takes it sorely, shaking Hugh off a moment after he’s been released and turning to glare at him.

“I should call the fucking cops.”

“I concur,” Hugh says brightly. “Miss Bradwell might wish to report your relentless harassment. Will you call, or should I?”

Dylan shakes his head, muttering, “Bitch isn’t even worth it,” as he walks away.

“I believe you forgot to apologize to Miss Bradwell,” Hugh calls after him.

Dylan turns around to flip us off as he backs into the street.

I fantasize about a bus hitting him Regina George style, but sadly, it doesn’t happen.

“What horrendous manners that boy has,” Hugh remarks.

I crack a smile and look over at him. Hugh has a lean build, so I definitely didn’t expect him to go all bodyguard. “You’re kind of a badass, Hugh.”

Hugh smiles, his chest puffing up with pride. “I’m trained in evasive driving techniques as well, though hopefully you’ll never have need of those.”

“Does Silvan’s family have a lot of enemies or something? I thought you were just a driver.”

“Men in families like Master Silvan’s always have enemies, Miss Bradwell.” Turning and reaching for the door handle, he says, “Shall I?”

I nod and thank him, so he opens the door.

Mom waits inside, wide-eyed. “What the hell was that?”

Trying for glib, I tell her, “I don’t like surprises as much as you do.”

She continues to stare at me, but when I don’t offer another word and I take out my phone, she seems to take the hint that I’m not going to expand upon that thought.

My phone vibrates and a text from Silvan appears on the screen. It reads, “Having a good time with your mom?”

My heart jolts and I glance up front to see if it looks like Hugh has told on me, but I can’t tell. All I know is Silvan hasn’t checked up on me before now. I thought he was letting me enjoy time with my mom uninterrupted.

“Yes,” I type back cautiously. “Thanks again.”

“Anytime.”

I swallow, waiting a second to see if he types anything else. When he doesn’t, I ask, “Are you still in New York?”

“Yeah. About to catch a show with my mom before we head back.”

“On Broadway? That sounds like fun.”

“I’ll have to bring you sometime.”

I’d like that.

My fingers freeze when I realize the thought that just flitted through my mind.

No, I would not. Am I crazy?

Shaking my head to clear it, I try to think what to type back, then I decide I should probably type nothing.

I need to stop talking to him. He’s making me feel strangely comfortable with this profoundly dysfunctional relationship he’s trying to lure me into, and I need to put a stop to it before it goes any deeper.

I can’t bring myself to cut off the conversation at such an unnatural place, though, so I type back, “We’re heading to dinner now, so I should probably go.”

“Okay,” he responds. “Enjoy the rest of your night.”

“You too,” I answer politely, without thought.

“I will,” he answers with a winky face.

My eyes narrow with suspicion, but I suppose he was only responding in kind. Maybe the wink is because I was being polite to him when he knows I shouldn’t have been. Sometimes it occurs to me a moment too late.

My rationalization makes sense to me, but I still feel uneasy as I tuck the phone away inside the new Marc Jacobs purse I bought myself at the first store we stopped at.

“Everything okay?” Mom asks.

I look up, startled.

For a second, I completely forgot she was in the car with me.

Silvan has a way of making the rest of the world melt into the background when he has my attention.

“Yeah,” I lie, trying to feign nonchalance. “Everything’s fine.”

___

After a delicious dinner, Silvan has one last surprise for us.

I expect Hugh to take us home, and I tell him I’ll just stay the night at Mom’s so he only has to make one stop, but rather than to Mom’s house, he takes us to a movie theater where Silvan has rented out one of the screens.

Mom and I get drinks and a small popcorn to share, and then we go to our own private screening of the first episode of the season of The Last Kingdom that we haven’t watched yet.

I can’t help but to grin when Uhtred comes on the screen, memories of my own crazy Viking stirring to mind. I fight the urge to grab my phone and text him even though we’re the only ones in the theater, so it’s not like I’d be disturbing anyone’s viewing experience.


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