CHAPTER TWO

Sophia woke up with a smile on her face. She had the craziest, weirdest dream ever. And her whole body felt complete and satisfied for some weird reason.

 She shifted in her big bed and paused. 

Two things were not right. 

One she felt naked and two...she looked up slowly, and there in her bed, wrapped in his embrace was a man...a very sexy man. 

"Ahhhhhhh-Oof!"

Chris opened his eyes just as his body rolled off the bed. 

He was able to save his head from smashing on the floor. He'd never fallen off his bed and he tried to remember what exactly it was that woke him up. 

Sophia on the other hand, felt the middle of her legs become sore with pain as she pushed Chris off the bed with her two legs. 

Immediately she pulled off the white bedsheet and her eyes went wide with mortification. 

If the soreness wasn't the dead give away, then the red stain on her thighs and on the white sheets just told her what she needed to know.

She'd just been raped, in her own bed and in her own house. 

"No, no, no...please... no! Nooo!" She yelled and Chris stood up immediately to see a strange woman in his bed, naked, wrapped up in his sheet and sobbing as she stared at her body. 

Chris looked around the room and he was very sure he wasn't dreaming nor was he hallucinating. 

"Who...who are you?" He asked, his gaze questioning. 

Sophia looked up at him with anger boiling in her teary eyes and Chris couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. 

"You psychotic bastard!" She grabbed a pillow and flung it at him. Chris grabbed it just before it made contact with his face. 

"What the-" He sucked as he saw the flower vase coming towards his direction. He shielded himself with the pillow as the vase shattered above him. 

"How dare you rape me! In my own apartment!" Sophia continued to sob and cry and throw things at Ben who was trying his best to stay alive and avoid the harmful objects she was throwing his way. 

"Stop! I didnt-Ah! Fuck!.. I didn't rape you." 

"You fucking liar. I am naked in my bed with the crimson color of my virginity staring at me in the face! Couldn't you look for a bitch ready to sell you her body for a few bucks! I'll kill you today." 

Chris knew that if he wasn't careful, this crazy woman would definitely murder him in his own house. 

So as soon as Sophia turned to look for something else to throw at him, he jumped on her, and pinned her down to the bed.

"Oh, you want to rape me again! Let me go!" She yelled, tears flowing down into her hairline. 

Chris held her two hands down with one and slammed the other hand on her mouth. 

"You'll shut up and listen to me, crazy lady. I don't know you and I've never met you but I didn't rape you. And before you start throwing accusations at me, this is my house. Look around." 

And that's when Sophia realized it. 

She didn't have white sheets or a white walls with golden decor. Her room was more girlish. 

Chris saw when realizàtion hit her and even he already came to a conclusion on his own. 

"Were you here for last night's party?" He asked and she nodded. 

Chris sighed, "You must have come into my bedroom by accident last night but trust me, I didn't rape you. I thought you were my girlfriend..." 

The tears began to pile up and fall in full force. 

Chris felt guilty pricking his chest and immediately asked, "If I let you go, you need to promise to not throw anything at me."

Sophia nodded and Chris pulled away, she immediately sat up and pulled the sheet around her. 

"I was drunk and you must have been as well because I..." 

"Can you leave the room please?" Chris said nothing. She looked up at him with wide eyes, glossy with tears. She'd just lost her virginity to a stranger in her boss's house. All she wanted was to be far away from here and him. "Please..."

Chris turned around and walked away leaving Sophia to do her thing in the bathroom. 

When she was done, she got dressed and left the bedroom, not wanting to face him anymore. 

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*SOPHIA'S APARTMENT*

"Sophia! You're back–" She looked up at her best friend as she walked in.

Sophia watched as the smile on Kira's face slowly morphed into concern. "Soph, are you okay? Why do you look...?"

"I'm fine, I got drunk. I'm just feeling hungover and a little tired." She said before making her way to her room. 

"Okay, I'm heading out. There is left over rice and chicken in the kitchen. Take some pills okay? I know how bad your hangover can get! " Kira called out after her best friend. 

Sophia didn't release her tears until she heard the front door slam shut before her body leaned down against the door. 

Her heart felt like it was breaking to pieces as gut-wrenching sobs escaped her lips. This was not how she planned to lose my virginity. 

She imagined a wedding with the man she loved and giving it to him as a gift on their wedding night, but she ended up losing it to a one night stand at a welcome party, how ironic. 

She wrapped herself like a burrito with her blanket and cried herself to sleep. 

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*THE OFFICE*

"This is our typist and tech guru, Sophia. Beautiful, hard working gem. Sophia met Ben, our new Boss." 

Andre was talking but Sophia was not listening. Her whole attention was on the man in front of her. 

A cruel slap of fate

Chiseled jaw, brown eyes and dark silky hair. 

It's the stranger from yesterday and he's her boss. 

Chris!

Her stomach churned at his sight.

Chapter 3

"Nice to meet you, Miss Sophia." His voice came out smooth and calm that you'd actually think we've never met before.

At least one of them was very composed at this revelation. Sophia on the other hand was on the verge of having a panic attack. 

"Sophia, are you okay?" Andre asked. She looked pale, like she was about to pass out and was she breathing? 

Chris stared at the woman who was having a full blown internal attack, she was doing a very bad job at pretending not to know him. Chris raised his hand and cupped her face. "Breathe." 

The minute he touched her, she inhaled sharply and her eyes became foggy, Sophia shook her head to try and gain control of her fuzzy mind. 

"Yeah, sorry. Nice to meet you, Mr. White." She stepped back from his touch, bowed, instead of taking his outstretched hand and excused herself to the bathroom. 

Sophia leaned against the door of the bathroom and tried to control her breathing. She moved towards the sink and splashed water on her face. 

Sophia didn't remember doing anything awfully wrong that she deserved this much karma. 

Will he fire me? 

Will he insult me in front of everyone? 

What if he thinks I intentionally slept with him? 

What would people think if they knew that I slept with my boss? 

Different thoughts were flying through her mind but she maintained composure. 

There was only one way to survive in a situation like this. 

Avoid him! 

If she could show him that she didn't care who he was and just focused on her job, then he wouldn't think she intentionally set him up.

"That's it. You can do it. Avoid him and you'll be fine." She said, giving herself a little pep talk but little did she know that things were about to get even harder. 

Chris watched as she scurried away and shifted his focus back to the next employee.

 By the time he was done, Chris was exhausted and he hadn't even begun the day's work yet. 

"This is your receptionist and your temporary secretary." Andre explained to him and Chris stared at him confused, "Temporary? Why?" 

"I recently got married and my husband and I are moving to the other side of the country. I'm just here to assist you for a while until you find a replacement." 

Chris sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Isn't there anyone fit for the role of Secretary in the whole company?" 

"We didn't think it'll be appropriate to pick anyone from the company. We were considering putting out a vacancy and interviewing-"

"I'm sure you heard what she said." Chris cut him off, "She's newlywed and should not be away from her husband. 

Interviewing someone would take ages. Put out the vacancy within the company and whoever I pick, you have to find a replacement for that person." 

Andre nodded, "Of course. I'll do that right away." 

Paige watched Andre scurry away and shook her head, "I tried to explain to him but he's too stubborn." 

"You shouldn't be here working. I promise to let you off as quickly as possible."

Chris would understand because his girlfriend Mia was a model with a tight schedule and he wished he could spend more time with her. 

"If you don't mind Boss, I have someone to recommend for my position." 

Mia looked away from his phone and looked at Paige, "Who?" 

"Sophia Davis." 

"The tech lady?" He asked.

Paige nodded, "Yes. Sophia is the most hardworking lady I've ever come across and her CV is so much better than the job she's being asked to perform."

"But why didn't you recommend her to Andre?" Chris wanted to know why she was informing him instead of Andre. 

"I did, but he shut me down. He said the Tech Unit needed Sophia but I highly doubt that. There are tens of employees doing the exact job she is doing currently." Paige responded. 

Chris thought about it for a while but dismissed the idea. He couldn't work with Sophia....not after what happened between them. 

He just didn't have the courage to face her and the way she stared at him earlier, killed him. 

"I'll think about it. Let's try to focus on our schedule for today." 

And just like that, he got down to business. 

It was late at night when Chris finally made a move to go home. 

He already dismissed Paige early so he was the only one left in the company, except some other employees who were pulling an all-nighter. 

As he made his way to the garage his phone's ringing tone went off. 

Mia.

He immediately picked up, "Mia, my love." 

"Hello my dearest. I have a surprise for you. Turn around." 

Chris's eyebrows scrunched up in a frown and he slowly turned, watching a silhouette walking towards him slowly. 

It didn't take him seconds to recognize his beautiful girlfriend. 

"Mia!" He grinned and walked up to her, both of them meeting at the center. Uma threw her hands around his neck and he held her body to his. 

"I can't believe you're finally here." He exclaimed with joy as he buried his face in her neck.

"Me either." Mia said with a smile as she pulled away from Chris and smashed her lips against his. 

"Fuck, I've missed this." 

After minutes of kisses and touches, Chris pecks Mia's forehead. 

"You came at the right time. I want you to meet my parents." Chris said with a smile and Mia felt ecstatic. 

She and Chris had been planning this for a while now and this was the last stage to getting their marriage approved. 

Meeting Chris's parents was a big deal in their relationship and she was going to do anything to gain their approval. Thankfully, she had dressed appropriately and had the right amount of naivety and smartness around 

her. 

Mia was all smiles until she came face to face with Mrs. White. 

"What is she doing here?"

CHAPTER FOUR

Chris stared at his mom for a while, trying to understand what she was saying. "What are you talking about, Mom?" 

"That, that..." Chris looked to the side and realized that his mother was talking about Mia.

"You mean Mia? You know her?" Chris cocked his head to the side confused. 

There was no way his mother knew Mia.

She'd been in France all her life, and his mother had never smelt the border of France, not to talk of ever visiting, so how would she.

"Of course I do. You're always posting her all over social media. She's a model, is she not?" Mrs White asked her son. 

Chris sighed with relief, "Of course. Yes mom. I'd like you to meet Mia, my girlfriend." He said with a lot of love shining in his eyes. 

"That's a joke right?" Mrs White cocked her head to the side and Mia could see the resemblance between mother and son. 

"Pardon?" Mia asked. 

"It's a joke. There's no way she is your girlfriend." Mrs White tried to clarify with her son. 

Chris nodded with a smile, "Apologies, my mistake. I mean, fiancee." 

"Very well then, let's get to know the lady."

They made their way to the dining area and started ordering. 

The waiter came and served them and they were all discussing Mia's life and so far were impressed.

"So Mia..." Mr White trailed off.

"Are your parents also from France?" He asked l.

Before she could reply, Mia felt something and started coughing it out. "OMG!" She gasped. "Is there meat in this? I can't have meat."

Chris looked at her with a confused expression on his face and replied, "The food you ordered had to have meat in it, Mia."

She scoffed, "You know I can't have meat."

"Are you a vegetarian?" Mrs White asked.

"No, I have a cover shoot and I have to look great. Do you want me looking all chubby like you or something?" She asked and Chris's eyes opened wide.

"Mia!" He called.

"What? She looks great but I can't look like her. I would lose everything I've worked for. And can someone get me a waiter?"

Mrs White was trying to maintain her composure and Chris was feeling embarrassed at the moment. The waiter arrived.

"How may I help you?"

"Why did you serve this with meat?" She inquired.

He laughed. "The dish you ordered needs meat in it. You can't eat it without meat in it," he explained.

"False," she responded. "Back in France, I never had this dish with meat. Do you know that you almost ruined my career? You know I can get you fired for it."

"Mia, stop it!" Chris cautioned her.

"Baby, he tried to ruin everything I worked for. He deserves to rot in jail in fact this restaurant deserves to close -"

"For the last time, stop it!"

She realized he was being serious and decided to stop it. "You got lucky," she scowled at the waiter.

Mia grinned at Chris and Mrs. White was just brewing with silent anger. 

"If you're trying to play ignorant, I understand but that lady can't be your fiance." 

Chris looked at his mother with a frown, "I don't think I understand, mother." 

"When your father asked you to come back home, it was to take over the business and settle down. We both have the perfect image of our daughter in-law and this woman doesn't cut it." 

Mia felt her heart sink to the bottom of her stomach. 

Chris glared at his mother, "She has a name, it's Mia. And yes I will marry her." 

"No, you will not." It was his father's turn to speak now. "Are you trying to argue with your mother?" 

"Yes I am. If it's about Mia, I will." He deadpanned. 

Mia placed her hand in Chris's trying to show his parents that they were a united front but that was a mistake.

Mrs White immediately saw it as Mia controlling her son against her, "Can't you see it? She's not meant for you! She doesn't have the grace or the aura of a Daughter of the White family. No matter how rich we are, we've always been humble and we preferred that legacy be carried on."

"Mom, you just met her. You haven't even given yourself the chance to know her yet." Chris argued. 

"I don't need to. If I do, I'm sure I'll hate what I find beneath her beautiful skin and fake smile the most." 

Chris sighed. "Today was a very hectic day for me and I did not expect to come back home to this. So excuse me, I'd like to go to my room. We can have this discussion tomorrow when you're calm. Goodnight." Chris clutched Mia's hand tighter and pulled her along with him as he stormed to his bedroom. 

Mia felt like her entire world was crashing, she was on the verge of tears. 

Chris cupped her cheeks and placed his forehead against hers, "Please don't cry. You know I can't handle it." 

"I'm sorry." Mia said, trying to control her tears, "It's just that...I didn't expect your mom to not like me. Is it my attitude or job? I can quit-" 

"You will not quit." Mia said with a low hum. He would never tell Mia to quit something that made her happy. 

It was her lifelong dream to be a model and he would support her every step of the way. She still didn't understand that it was her attitude that cost her the privilege of making a first impression.

"Don't worry, my parents are not exactly open-minded. I'm sure that the more time you spend with them, the more they'll get to see the real you. I fell in love with you." He pecked her lips and pulled her in for a hug. "For now, let's ignore them and focus on us. Why don't you cuddle me tonight, hmm? Your husband-to-be is extremely tired." He said with a smirk and she giggled shyly. 

That night they slept in each other's arms feeling good about the next day. 

But what Chris promised Mia never came. Mr and Mrs. White still hadn't warmed up to her after a week of her arrival. Mia tried everything she could but the old couple were just hell bent on making life hard for her and Ben. 

Chris didn't have a day of rest, his mom or his fiancee always had something to complain about and it was starting to mess with his head. 

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"I'm moving out!" He announced one day during dinner. 

"What!" All three of them at the table chorused. 

"What do you mean by moving out son? Don't you like the mansion?" Mr. White asked. 

"It's not the mansion. It's the energy around it. 

Mia isn't welcome here and it's obvious that you will not be accepting our relationship anytime soon and I can't deal with the constant bickering. 

So I'm moving out. I already got my own apartment ready and I'll move in with Mia. 

You're free to visit whenever you like but you have to put your disdain for our relationship outside before you walk in.

"Are you seriously setting rules for me and your mother?" His father glared at him and Chris glared right back. 

"Yes I am. I will not stand by and watch you both hurt the woman I love." Chris replied, cutting through his steak. 

Mrs White sighed, "Alright. If that is what you want, we won't stop you anymore." 

"We won't?" Mr. White asked. 

He trusted his wife's instinct and he was shocked to see that she was backing down easily. 

"Yes, we won't. I just hope it doesn't become too late for you to realize just how much of a mistake you're making." She smiled at her son and stood up from the dining heading to her bedroom, her husband following right behind her. 

"Did we do the right thing?" Mia asked as she stared at Ben with concern. 

"We didn't do the wrong thing." He replied