even glance at Brad as the car took off.
She could not believe what had just happened. What was this man doing to her? She let the tears roll down her face.
Sophia awakened bright and early the next day. She felt better than she had in a long time for some reason and she decided to go for a jog. The rain had dissipated and the sun was shining brightly outside of her window.
As she opened her apartment door she saw the note taped to her door. She knew who it was from instantly. It was accompanied by a box at her feet. She grabbed them both and took them inside. The note was a dinner invitation to Agoros, one of the best restaurants in town. And the box held an expensive diamond necklace. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen and she wanted nothing more than to wrap it around her neck, but she placed it back in the box angrily. It was just more of Brad’s stupid games.
She closed the door and went for a nice, long run. It felt great to be outdoors and to let the stress melt from her body.
That night Sophia came home to a pleasant, but disturbing surprise. It had been a productive day with several of her meetings going well, and she had even had time for a nice lunch with some potential new investors.
She dropped everything on her kitchen table and walked into the bedroom to change.
Sophia almost fainted. Her entire bedroom was engulfed in roses. She could not believe it. The room smelled amazing. It was like something out of a romance novel. She had never seen such a thing in real life before. Her heart was pounding in her chest like mad as she knelt down in the roses, letting them wash around her.
Then she saw the envelope on her bed. She grabbed it up, opened it, and became insanely angry instantly. It was from Brad. It was a contract offering the funding that she needed for her business and signed by just him. This was beyond pathetic.
The next morning Sophia stormed into Brad’s office ignoring his secretary’s pleas and threats to call security.
Sophia tore up the funding agreement in his face and dropped them on the desk.
“I don’t want your damn money!” Sophia said before turning around and storming back out of his office.
Twenty minutes later at her local coffee shop she was still shaking with anger.
Sophia entered her apartment thankful to be done with such a long day. She had hardly thought about Brad at all since she had stormed into his office. She had made her point and she doubted that he cared if she accepted his offer or not. He was just that damn arrogant.
When she caught his handsome face popping into her head she quickly dismissed it and kept her mind focused on her work. She was busy getting things moving forward with her business and with gaining the support of new investors. It was not easy, since The Crew had passed on her, but it was not impossible. In fact Sophia felt more determined than ever to make sure that she succeeded just so she could rub it in their faces.
Especially Brad.
She wanted that bastard to squirm when he saw how successful she was. She had caught herself fantasizing about it once or twice that day. She would find some way to make sure that he knew that she was going to be a success with or without his help. He would know that he and the investors had missed out on a small fortune by the time she was done. It was a sweet thought and she relished it.
Sophia almost dropped everything she was carrying when she turned on the light and saw Brad sitting in the chair in her living room having a whiskey on the rocks.
Sofia was shocked, disgusted, and yet not surprised at all. She knew that he had broken into her place on at least one occasion. But this was the final straw. Didn’t he get it through his thick skull that they were done? Was he unable to comprehend when someone was rejecting him? Was there some sort of brain damage that this pig suffered from that rendered him literally incapable of understanding how he hurt other people?
“What the