Chapter 157: Chapter 157

Chapter 157

Sophia was zoned out, and by the time she snapped back to reality, she instinctively tried to push him away. Her palm hadn’t even touched Brandon’s shoulder when he paused his kiss and locked eyes with her.

“Sophia, you’re obviously still under my spell, still craving me. Why the resistance?” he said, his deep voice growing raspier by the second.

“I dig abalone, I love to chow down on it, but it doesn’t mean I can afford the luxury. The two aren’t mutually exclusive,” Sophia said softly, looking into his eyes. “I like you, so I’m not repelled by you physically. Heck, I might even yearn for you, but that doesn’t change the fact that I can live a perfectly fine life without you.”

Brandon stared at her intently, “Is that really ‘liking’ me,

Sophia?”

“Yes,” she whispered back, “it’s just that I’m not head over heels anymore.”

“Really?” Brandon murmured. “Sophia, someday I’ll be with someone else, get hitched, have kids, start my own family. I can’t be around forever.”

Sophia replied, “I’ll be happy for you.”

As soon as the words left her lips, Brandon’s gaze turned fierce and icy, pinning her down with his stare.

Feeling the booze kicking in and her stubborn streak rising, Sophia puffed up her cheeks and met his gaze without flinching. Brandon leaned in, hell-bent on kissing her.

In a moment of desperation, Sophia blurted out, “What, do you want us to be friends with benefits?”

Brandon froze, shooting her a fierce glare.

Sophia shrank a little, her eyelids dropping involuntarily, not daring to meet Brandon’s eyes.

But Brandon wasn’t having it. He grasped her chin and lifted her face to meet his.

“Fine, friends with benefits it is,” he said. “No strings attached, no responsibilities to each other.”

Sophia was speechless.

“I was talking nonsense,” she rushed to explain.

“But I took you seriously,” Brandon retorted.

“Sophia, we’re both single,” he continued, his voice calm. “We don’t need to play the saint for anyone.”

“It’s not that.” Sophia tried to object, but her alcohol-fueled brain couldn’t find the right words.

Brandon was already leaning in, “You want me, don’t you?”

“I’m clean, fit, and got stamina. Most importantly,” he inched closer, “you’ve had a taste, and you know we’re compatible; you don’t have to worry about getting a dud.”

“Where else are you gonna find that?” he added slowly.

That wasn’t the point at all.

“I could find someone better than you if I tried,” Sophia finally found her voice.

“Aren’t you scared of catching something?” he countered. “The guys you could pick up out there won’t necessarily be as clean as

me.”

Sophia was silent.

Brandon straightened up slightly, leisurely fixing his tie.

Sophia’s eyes widened in realization, and she struggled to get up, but Brandon caught her wrist, and she was immobilized.

He leaned in again, his eyes calm, “What are you scared of? Wasn’t this your idea?”

Sophia averted her gaze from his stunningly close face, silently turning her head and trying to push him away with her hand against his chest, though she couldn’t budge him. Brandon leaned down and kissed her again with a patience that was almost

unbe

With her brain fogged by alcohol, and Brandon’s deliberate patience, her rationality was retreating step by step.

In a daze, Sophia even thought to herself, if it’s free, why not take advantage of it?

That thought quickly took over her tipsy brain..

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Her initiative completely shattered all of Brandon’s patience.

In a hazy state, Sophia only remembered his husky voice whispering in her ear, “Sophia, this is why we can’t be just friends.” Sophia passed out from sheer exhaustion.

When she woke up, it was already the next morning.

She woke up to blinding sunlight, her hangover making her head throb and her mind foggy. She felt completely lost, not knowing where she was, and instinctively turned towards the window where the sunlight streamed in. As she looked up, her gaze collided with a pair of deep eyes.

Memories of the previous night flooded back like a tide.

Brandon had woken up at an unknown time, propped up by one hand, watching her with half-lidded eyes.

“Good morning,” he said.