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, ‘Come and get drinks with me’.” Sophia tried to imitate Michael’s voice. “That’s so obvious, Alex,”

“I really like it when you call me by 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 than me is our father. I 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 for me anyway.”

laughed a soft and understanding melody that resonated

mention it.”

moved his chair closer to Sophia’s, a subtle shift that spoke volumes of their intimacy. As their fingers intertwined, a current

her body would ever

eyes focused on Sophia’s face as she bit her

us,” she replied,

“And what about us?”

it wasn’t until we got divorced that we started

grinned, a playful glint

confused, turned to him

“That you love me.”

choosing her words, she said, “I think you are jumping to conclusions a bit. I said I was

think you love me, but you’re afraid to

a bit

Every concern of yours, a childhood story, everything. And

for you,” Sophia

you something. I think you’re afraid that if you confess, it will become real. I don’t even think you’ve admitted it to yourself. Because if you say it out loud, you

“This is not…”

before I let anything happen to you, let alone break your heart. But if you’re not ready yet,

smiled at her stunned expression, his eyes filled with understanding and warmth. Without further

continued to kiss her. His lips were a gentle caress, yet

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

“Do you want me to call the