Sophia's POV
I leave the shower and take a deep breath.
God, how did this happen? Am I...falling for Christopher?
I can't. I can't let that happen.
But why are my n*****s hardening just at the thought of his touch?
You aroused little slut.
I exhale looking into the mirror, my fists against the sink. How bad would it be to have s*x with him again?
Very bad!
Ok... Just gather yourself.
I throw the towel and put on a night gown laid out for me.
Great, I think ironically. This screams s*x.
The black lace is barely covering my n*****s. It's impossible this is what Royals wear as tradition. Then it dawns on me. Of course... Christopher chose this.
Yeah? You want to play that game?
Fine, I'm determined now. Let's play. But be prepared to lose.
I walk out of the bathroom and f
