Chapter 61
After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife
#61 âIâve Never Met Anyone More Self-important Than You.â
The next evening, Alexander waited nervously outside Sophiaâs office building. He knew she would be finishing work soon, and he didnât want to disturb her in the office. He paced back and forth, his mind racing with thoughts of how to present his invitation. He had come to invite her to his motherâs birthday party.
After clearing up some of their misunderstandings the previous day, she accepted his apology, but that didnât guarantee she would accept his invitation. He hoped fervently that he could convince her.
Alexander couldnât help but wonder if she would find it strange that the party would be held in the house where she used to live. He didnât want to be a source of discomfort for her. He didnât want his invitation to turn into another argument.
As the minutes ticked by, he kept his eyes on the entrance, waiting for her to emerge. When he finally spotted her leaving the building, he couldnât help but admire her beauty. Her hair framed her face perfectly, accentuating her elegance.
At first, Sophia didnât notice him. She scanned the surroundings as if waiting for someone until her gaze landed on him. Their eyes met, and he couldnât help but feel a flutter of anticipation and nervousness.
âHello,â Alexander began as he approached her.
âHello,â Sophia replied, her gaze finally settling on him. âI wanted to talk to you about something, andâ¦â Alexander began, his words trailing off as he searched for the right way to broach the topic.
âNow? I canât, I have a commitment,â Sophia replied. âWrite me an email, and we can discuss it.â
Alexander hesitated for a moment before continuing. âIâd rather ask you in person thanâ¦â
Sophia cut him off again, her expression revealing the urgency of her situation. âI really canât now. Iâm sure it can wait.â
With a hint of frustration in his voice, Alexander insisted, âIt wonât take long, Sophia.â
As he was about to provide more context, a flashy white Porsche 911 Carrera 4S pulled up in front of them. The powerful roar of the engine drowned out Alexanderâs words, leaving their conversation hanging in the air.
Sophiaâs attention shifted to the arrival of the sports car. She glanced at Alexander briefly, offering an apologetic smile.
âIâm sorry, Alexander, I have to go. Another time, perhaps?â she said.
As Alexander watched the flashy white Porsche 911 Carrera 4S pull up, his jaw clenched with anger.
He knew all too well who was behind the wheel. Michael stepped out of the car and, with a smug look on his face, opened the door for Sophia.
Sophia got into the car and exchanged a few words with Michael before they drove away. Alexanderâs anger simmered beneath the surface as he watched the car disappear into the distance.
He despised Michael for reasons rooted in their complicated past, and he couldnât shake the feeling that Michaelâs presence around Sophia was a dangerous proposition. As the anger welled up within him, Alexander knew that dealing with his half-brother would be yet another challenge heâd have to face in his pursuit of a second chance with Sophia.
In the luxurious interior of the Porsche, Sophia couldnât help but notice the unhappy expression on Alexanderâs face when they drove off. The sight brought a sense of satisfaction. Sophia had no idea why, but teasing her ex- husband was entertaining her more than she could imagine.
âSo, where are you taking me to dinner for our date?â Sophia asked, deciding to put thoughts of her ex aside for now.
Michaelâs voice was laced with playful mischief. âYou know, Sophia, this dinner doesnât count as a date.
Itâs merely preparation for one.â
Sophia raised an eyebrow. âPreparation for a date? What do you mean by that, Michael?â
Michael chuckled, his eyes fixed on the road as he navigated the sleek sports car through the cityâs evening traffic. Well, letâs just say this dinner is the appetizer, and the real date is yet to come.â
Sophia leaned back in her seat, considering Michaelâs words.
âThatâs not fair and you know it,â Sophia scolded him but laughed. âI donât mind playing it unfair if I know Iâll see you again,â he replied with a smile. âOh, and by the way having dinner is a dumb date anyway, I want to do something more interesting for the official one.â
Curiosity piqued, she turned to Michael and asked, âSo, do you have any ideas for the actual date, or am I left in suspense?â
Michael grinned, clearly enjoying the intrigue. âI have a few ideas up my sleeve, but Iâm open to suggestions. After all, it should be something that both of us enjoy.â
Sophia pondered for a moment, recalling an advertisement she had seen earlier in the day. Her eyes lit up with a mischievous glint, and she decided to keep her idea a secret for now. âYou know what, Michael? I do have a place in mind, but Iâm going to keep it a secret for now. How about this: we can agree on a date, and on that day, Iâll reveal the location. Itâll be a surprise for both of us.â
Michaelâs curiosity matched Sophiaâs, and he couldnât help but be intrigued by her proposal. âA surprise date, huh? That sounds interesting,â he said, his smile widening. âLetâs pick a date, and Iâll look forward to your secret destination.â
Michael parked the car and went to open Sophiaâs door so he could show her the restaurant he had chosen for tonight.
Later that night Michaelâs car pulled up to the curb in front of Sophiaâs apartment building. The date had gone well, with laughter, good food, and intriguing conversation.
Sophia stepped out of the car and closed the door, offering Michael a polite smile. âThank you for dinner, Michael. I had a lovely time.â
Michael leaned against his car, his expression somewhat inscrutable. âThe pleasure was all mine, Sophia. I hope you enjoyed it and just know I am looking forward to our next adventure.â
As he watched her make her way towards the entrance of the building, he couldnât help but wait for a moment, ensuring that she reached the door safely.
Just then, the distinct roar of a powerful engine echoed through the quiet street, and a familiar Aston Martin made a swift U-turn, coming to a stop in front of Michaelâs car. The window rolled down, revealing Alexanderâs stern face.
âI think I warned you several times to stay away from her.â Alexanderâs voice was laced with irritation.
Michael raised an eyebrow, his cool demeanor unwavering. âAnd I donât remember ever listening to you, Alexander. Why do you think it will be different now?â
âIâve had enough of your games, Michael,â Alexander retorted sharply. â You need to stay away from Sophia. She doesnât need someone like you complicating her life.â
Michael leaned against his car, unyielding. âIâm not here to complicate her life, Alexander. Iâm here because I like her.â
Alexander scoffed. âYeah, Iâm sure,â Alexander replied sarcastically. âI know youâre doing it to get back at me for before. Youâre trying to annoy me.â
Michaelâs response was measured and calm. âYou are wrong here.â
âStop the circus, Michael,â Alexander raises his voice.
âYou see, Alexander,â Michael began, a mischievous glint in his eye, âyou may have been married to her once, but that doesnât mean you have any say in her life now. Sheâs a grown woman, free to make her own choices.â
Alexanderâs jaw clenched at Michaelâs words. âIâm just looking out for her best interests,â he retorted, his irritation growing. Michael chuckled, clearly enjoying the situation. âAnd what, exactly, makes you the guardian of her best interests?â
The two men locked eyes. Alexanderâs frustration was palpable, but Michael remained frustratingly composed.
âShe has no idea what kind of commodity you are here, Michael. So Iâm making this decision for her.
You donât show your true face in front of her, but I know you and I forbid you to meet her.â
âWell, maybe sheâs tired of your brand of decision-making, Alexander. Maybe she wants something different.â
Their voices rose, filled with thinly veiled hostility, as they argued over who had the right to be closer to Sophia. Passersby on the quiet street couldnât help but be drawn into the spectacle of these two grown men squabbling over a woman who was not even present.
Alexander, his ego stung, huffed, âShe doesnât need you messing around and confusing her. Iâm trying to protect her!
Michael, clearly enjoying the childish banter, retorted, âProtect her? Or control her? Youâre not her knight in shining armor, Alexander. Also, you canât even talk to her without getting into an argument.â
âShe argues with me is only a sign that she cares about me,â Alexander replied, quoting his mother.
As their dispute continued, Michaelâs smirk grew wider. He had an ace up his sleeve, one that he had been saving for the right moment. With a sly grin, he raised the phone he had been holding behind his back, revealing that he had been on a call with Sophia the entire time. Her voice echoed through the speaker, and she sounded thoroughly entertained by their exchange.
âWhat on earth is wrong with you two? she asked unable to hold back her laughter. âPlease let me speak to Alexander.â
âImmediately.â Michael grinned even more and handed the phone to Alexander. She couldnât resist a bit of playful scolding. âHonestly, Alexander, Iâve never met anyone more self-important than you.â
Alexanderâs expression darkened with anger. Few people dared to scold him in such a manner, and it irked him to be on the receiving end of Sophiaâs teasing. The taunting grin on Michaelâs face only added fuel to the fire of Alexanderâs anger.
His hand clenched into a tight fist as he stared daggers at Michael, who remained unfazed and continued to smile.
âWeâll talk tomorrow,â he replied quietly and hung up.