After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#154 “Aren’t You A bit Cocky?” Alexander returned to the table with two glasses in hand. He handed one to Sophia. He gently kissed her forehead before settling into his chair.

“What was so secret Michael had to say?” Sophia asked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“Why did you think it was a secret?” Alexander sneered, his eyes holding a trace of the weight of the revelation.

“Why do you always forget that you're talking to a lawyer? Seriously, ‘Cand get drinks with me’.” Sophia tried to imitate Michael's voice. “That's so obvious, Alex,” “I really like it when you callby my first name,” Alexander replied smugly, a subtle acknowledgment of the intimacy between them.

“Don’t twist the subject.” “My father is back according to Michael. He also has concerns that he is up to something.” Sophia's expression shifted from playful to contemplative as she took a sip of her cocktail, the cool liquid contrast to the warmth of the news.

“And he decided to warn you?” Sophia's surprise lingered in her eyes.

“The only thing Michael hates more thanis our father. | would do the same,” Alexander replied, his nonchalant shrug belying the complexity of the family dynamics.

“What could it be...” “Let’s not mention my father tonight. Michael was more than enough foranyway.” Sophia laughed a soft and understanding melody that resonated between them.

“Okay. We won't mention it.” she agreed.

Alexander moved his chair closer to Sophia’s, a subtle shift that spoke volumes of their intimacy. As their fingers intertwined, a current of electricity seemed to dance between their entangled hands.

Sophia couldn't help but marvel at the unspoken connection, wondering if her body would ever cease to react so profoundly whenever Alexander was near.

“What are you thinking about?” Alexander asked, his eyes focused on Sophia's face as she bit her lip, lost in her thoughts.

“For us,” she replied, her gaze meeting his.

“And what about us?” “Fate is a strange thing. We were married, but it wasn’t until we got divorced that we started falling in love.” “Is that a confession?” Alexander grinned, a playful glint in his eyes.

“For what?” Sophia, confused, turned to him completely.

“That you love me.” Sophia bit her lower lip nervously, her eyes reflecting a mix of vulnerability and hesitation. Carefully choosing her words, she said, “I think you are jumping to conclusions a bit. | said | was giving us a chance.” “And | think you love me, but you're afraid to admit it.” “Aren’t you a bit cocky?” “No, Sophia. When | was in a coma, | heard everything you said to me. Every concern of yours, a childhood story, everything. And | think you would never have sat and told if you hadn't started to realize that you were falling in love.” “I was scared for you,” Sophia countered.

“That too,” Alexander nodded. “But lettell you something. | think you're afraid that if you confess, it will becreal. | don’t even think you've admitted it to yourself. Because if you say it out loud, you will be completely unprotected and givethe power to break your heart.” “This is not...” “However, | will turn the whole world upside down before | let anything happen to you, let alone break your heart. But if you're not ready yet, | understand. But | give you this power over me. | love you, Sophia.” Sophia was completely overwhelmed by Alexander's heartfelt words. He smiled at her stunned expression, his eyes filled with understanding and warmth. Without further words, he pulled her into a passionate kiss.

Sophia felt a whirlwind of emotions, her confusion melting into a delicious blend of desire and vulnerability as Alexander continued to kiss her. His lips were a gentle caress, yet there was an underlying insistence that made her feel like the air he needed to breathe. The intimacy of the moment heightened, and soon, gently turned into something hungrier.

His hand found the back of her neck, pulling her in for a more intense kiss. Sophia responded eagerly, her fingers digging into his hands as her controlled exterior crumbled in the wake of their shared passion. With Alexander, she found herself in a state of blissful chaos, a realm where control slipped away, leaving only the raw, unfiltered authenticity of her feelings.

“Sophia...” Alexander breathed, their lips momentarily parting. “Do you wantto call the bill.” “I thought you wouldn't ask,” she replied with a breathless smile, her eyes reflecting the lingering spark of their shared desire.

As Alexander signaled for the bill, the air between them crackled with a newfound energy.

“Do you want to spend the evening at home?” Alexander asked the desire he felt for Sophia still burning in his eyes.

“Oh yeah,” Sophia nodded with a smile, feeling the sheat between them.

Alexander swiftly settled the bill, and they left the restaurant. As they stood outside the elevator doors, a charged silence hung between them, the palpable energy of desire crackling in the air.

Both of them sat stiffly, fully aware that a single touch would ignite a passion they might not be able to contain.

The recent kiss had already spoken volumes, and the unspoken tension between them was thick.

Inside the elevator, the doors closed, leaving only the two of them in the confined space. Unable to resist the magnetic pull any longer, Alexander broke the silence.

“Shit, Sophia. Stop biting that lip; you're drivingcrazy.” Sophia looked at him, a slow smile playing on her lips, fully aware of the effect she had on him.

“Make me.” Without hesitation, Alexander pressed the stop button on the elevator, bringing it to a halt between floors.

Before Sophia could question his bold move, he lifted her off the ground and pressed her back against the cold wall of the elevator.

Their lips collided in a hungry, passionate kiss, the desire they had been holding back now unleashed in the confined space. The world outside disappeared as they lost themselves in the intoxicating dance of their shared longing.