Cha Sofie married to Alexander Because of their parents connected..
But Alexander has A girlfriend that he love the most. Cha is unbothered all she think is money, She doesn't care if Alexander will love her or not. They are just married in the paper. For Alexander Thats all.
Alexander is oblivious about her Acting as a good loving wife.
Alexander's long fingers drummed impatiently against the polished mahogany desk, his black eyes fixed on the door. The soft click of heels on marble announced Cha Sofie's arrival, her black hair cascading down her back in loose waves. She wore a silk robe that clung to her curves, clearly expecting a quiet evening at home.
"Alexander, you're home late," she said, her voice carrying its usual casual tone. "I was just about to order dinner. Do you want your usual steak?"
She moved toward the kitchen without waiting for an answer, her hips swaying slightly beneath the thin fabric. Alexander watched her go, his expression unchanged. He didn't care about dinner or her attempts at domestic normalcy.
"Forget dinner," he called after her sharply. "I have work to finish." His tone was dismissive, as if she were an inconvenient interruption rather than his wife.
Cha Sofie paused in the doorway to the kitchen, turning back to face Alexander with a raised eyebrow. The silk robe shifted slightly, revealing the smooth line of her shoulder.
"Work again?" she asked, her tone laced with mock sympathy. "Is your little secretary keeping you busy? What's her name? Tiffany? Chloe? They all seem to blend together."
She leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms beneath her chest. The movement caused the fabric to pull tighter across her breasts.
"Don't tell me you're working late again because she can't handle the stress. Maybe you should fire her and hire someone who can actually keep up with your demands."
Her black eyes studied Alexander's face, looking for any sign of irritation or guilt. She enjoyed pushing his buttons, knowing full well he wouldn't fire his mistress - not when she served a purpose beyond just being an employee.
"Or maybe,"
Alexander's jaw tightened at the mention of his secretary. "Tiffany is competent. Unlike some people I know who can't even manage to look presentable when I come home."
He stood abruptly, his tall frame casting a shadow over the room as he moved around the desk. The leather of his shoes made sharp sounds against the hardwood floor.
"You think you're clever with these comments, Cha? You think I don't see how you parade around in those ridiculous outfits, hoping to get my attention?"
His dark eyes raked over her body, taking in the way the silk robe clung to her figure. There was no warmth in his gaze, only cold assessment.
"I have more important things to worry about than your petty jealousy. Go eat your dinner alone. I'll be working late tonight."
With that final dismissal, Alexander turned back to his desk and sat down heavily in his chair.
Cha Sofie let out a soft, mocking laugh, the sound echoing slightly in the spacious living room. "Jealousy? Oh, darling, please. You give me too much credit." She pushed off from the doorframe, her movements fluid and unhurried as she began to walk towards him. "I'm not jealous of your little secretary. I'm just bored. And frankly, I'm tired of being ignored."
She stopped beside his desk, leaning over it with her hands on the polished surface. The silk of her robe shifted, revealing the smooth line of her back and the curve of her hips. Her black eyes met his cold gaze without flinching.
"You know, Alexander," she purred, her voice dropping to a lower register. "For someone who claims to be so busy with work, you seem to have a lot of time for little Tiffany. I wonder what she does to keep you so occupied."
Alexander's lips curled into a faint, cruel smile at Cha Sofie's words. He leaned back in his chair, studying her pose with the detached interest of an art critic examining a painting.
"Tiffany knows how to satisfy me in ways you've never bothered to learn," he said, his voice low and deliberate. "She doesn't waste my time with childish tantrums or silly accusations. She understands that I have needs, and she fulfills them without complaint."
He gestured vaguely toward the door where Cha had entered earlier. "You stand there in that ridiculous outfit, thinking that flashing your legs is going to change anything between us. It's pathetic."
Despite his harsh words, Alexander's dark eyes lingered on the way the silk robe hugged Cha's curves. There was a flicker of something other than contempt in his gaze—a hint of possessiveness or perhaps curiosity—but it vanished quickly.
Alexander's voice carried a note of command, his black eyes holding hers captive. "Go upstairs and take off that robe. Put on something more... appropriate for a wife who knows her place."
He watched her reaction closely, enjoying the subtle shift in her expression as his words sank in. The casual arrogance in his tone was unmistakable—he expected obedience, not debate.
"If you're going to insist on bothering me while I work, then at least do it dressed like a woman who appreciates being owned," he added, his fingers resuming their rhythmic tapping on the desk. "And bring me a drink while you're at it. Scotch, neat."
The order was delivered with the same indifference he might use to summon a servant, as if Cha's presence in their shared bedroom was merely a minor inconvenience to be managed. He picked up a pen and began reviewing documents on his desk once more, effectively dismissing her from his immediate attention.
Cha Sofie's black eyes narrowed slightly at Alexander's command, but she didn't argue. Instead, she pushed herself off the desk with a deliberate motion, letting the silk robe slip further down her shoulder.
"As you wish, husband," she said, her voice carrying a hint of mockery. "I'll be a good little wife and obey your every command."
She turned and walked toward the grand staircase, her hips swaying with practiced confidence. As she ascended, the silk fabric of her robe rode up her thighs, offering Alexander a final view of her bare legs before she disappeared from sight.
Upstairs in their shared bedroom, Cha went straight to the walk-in closet. She pulled out a simple black lace nightgown that clung to her curves and left little to the imagination. It was one of the pieces she knew Alexander found appealing - a silent admission that despite her defiant words downstairs, she was well aware of what he wanted.
Alexander remained at his desk for several minutes, the quiet ticking of a grandfather clock in the hallway filling the silence. He didn't look up from his paperwork, but his dark eyes kept flicking toward the staircase, anticipating Cha's return. The scent of her perfume lingered in the air, a faint reminder of her presence even when she was out of sight.
When she finally reappeared at the top of the stairs, the black lace nightgown clung to every curve of her body. The fabric was sheer in places, revealing glimpses of smooth skin beneath. Her black hair was now loose around her shoulders, framing her face as she descended with deliberate slowness.
"Took you long enough," Alexander commented without looking up from his documents. "I hope you brought that drink I asked for. I don't have all night to wait for you."
Cha Sofie descended the stairs slowly, each step deliberate and calculated. In one hand, she held a crystal glass filled with amber liquid—the scotch Alexander had requested. With the other hand, she gripped the railing tightly, allowing the movement to accentuate the curves of her body in the delicate lace gown.
As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she approached Alexander's desk from behind. Instead of setting the drink down immediately, she circled around to stand beside him. The hem of her nightgown brushed against his arm as she leaned over to place the glass on a coaster near his elbow.
"There," she said softly, her breath warm against his ear. "Your drink is here. Now what else can I do for you, husband?"
Alexander's jaw clenched at the proximity of Cha's body, the warmth of her breath against his neck sending an unwanted jolt through him. He set aside his pen with a sharp click, swiveling his chair to face her fully.
"Sit down," he commanded, gesturing toward the leather armchair opposite his desk. "You're distracting me."
His dark eyes roamed over the way the lace clung to her breasts, the way the fabric draped over her thighs. Despite himself, he felt a stirring of arousal that he quickly suppressed.
"Take a seat and pour yourself whatever you're drinking. We need to talk about our arrangement."
The word 'arrangement' hung heavy in the air between them—code for their marriage of convenience and infidelity. Alexander leaned back in his chair, studying Cha's reaction carefully as she moved toward the liquor cabinet across the room.
Cha Sofie poured herself a glass of wine from the decanter, her movements fluid and unhurried. The crystal glass caught the light from the chandelier above, casting refractions across her smooth skin.
"Our arrangement?" she repeated, taking a slow sip of the red liquid. "What's there to discuss? You have your little secretary, I have my freedom to do whatever I want. Isn't that the deal we made?"
She sat in the armchair across from Alexander, crossing one leg over the other. The lace nightgown rode up slightly, revealing more of her thigh.
"Unless you've decided you want to start acting like a real husband instead of just pretending for appearances' sake," she added with a smirk. "Is that it? Are you finally tired of playing these games?"
Alexander's expression hardened at Cha's question, his black eyes flashing with annoyance. He took a long swallow of his scotch, setting the glass down with a firm thud.
"This isn't about me changing," he said sharply. "It's about you understanding your role in this household. You're my wife in name only, but that still carries certain expectations."
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk as he studied her intently. "You live in my house, wear my rings, and carry my last name. That means you behave with some degree of decorum when we're in public or around mutual acquaintances."
His voice dropped to a dangerous level. "I won't have people questioning why my wife looks like she just stepped out of a brothel every time they see us together. It reflects poorly on both of us."
Cha Sofie's smirk widened at Alexander's words, clearly amused by his attempt to impose standards on their arrangement. She swirled the wine in her glass, watching the liquid catch the light.
"Decorum? Alexander, darling, you married me for my family's connections, not my reputation as a blushing virgin." She took another sip of wine, savoring the taste on her tongue. "People already know what we are—two people who married for convenience and nothing more. Pretending otherwise is pointless."
She crossed her legs again, leaning back in the armchair with casual defiance. "Besides, I thought you liked it when I dressed like this. It's not like you've ever complained about the way I look when you're fucking your little secretary."
The crude language was deliberate—an attempt to shock Alexander into reacting more strongly than he had so far.
Alexander's face flushed with anger at Cha's crude language, his hands balling into fists on the desk. For a moment, he looked as if he might stand up and strike her—but instead, he took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain seated.
"You watch your mouth," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I won't have you speaking to me like that in my own home."
He stood abruptly, his tall frame looming over the desk as he pointed a finger in her direction. "You may think you have some kind of power here because of our arrangement, but let me remind you who signs your allowance checks every month."
His black eyes flashed with barely contained rage. "I can take away everything—your credit cards, your car, this house. You'd be nothing without me funding your little shopping sprees and social life."
Alexander moved around the desk toward her chair, each step deliberate and menacing.
Cha Sofie didn't flinch as Alexander approached, instead taking another slow sip of her wine. The red liquid left a faint stain on her lower lip as she set the glass down on the end table beside her chair.
"Is that what this is about?" she asked, her voice retaining its mocking tone despite his threatening posture. "You think I care about your money? I've had rich men throwing themselves at me since I was eighteen, Alexander. You're not special."
She stood up slowly, meeting his gaze directly even though he towered over her. The lace nightgown shifted with the movement, revealing more of her collarbones and the swell of her breasts.
"Go ahead," she challenged softly. "Take away everything. See how long you can keep me locked up in this gilded cage before I find someone who appreciates what I have to offer more than just financial security."
Alexander's dark eyes narrowed dangerously, the threat hanging heavy in the air between them. For a moment, he seemed genuinely tempted to carry out his threat—to strip Cha of every material comfort she'd grown accustomed to during their marriage. But something in her defiant stance gave him pause.
Instead of exploding into fury as she clearly hoped he would, Alexander let out a short, humorless laugh. "You're playing a dangerous game, Cha. You really think some other man could give you what I can?"
He moved closer until he was standing directly in front of her chair, his taller frame casting a shadow over her smaller one. His hand came up to grip the back of her chair firmly, boxing her in.
"You have no idea what it takes to maintain this lifestyle you've become so fond of," he continued, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "No one else would tolerate your constant disrespect or your blatant disregard for our arrangement."
Cha Sofie tilted her head back to meet Alexander's intense gaze, a small smile playing on her lips. "Maybe not. But at least they'd appreciate me for more than just being a pretty accessory to hang on your arm at business dinners."
Her fingers trailed lightly along the edge of her wine glass, the crystal making a soft chiming sound. "You think you own me because you pay the bills? That's cute. I've been owning myself since I was old enough to understand what wealth truly means."
She rose from the chair gracefully, bringing herself closer to Alexander until only inches separated their bodies. The heat radiating from him was palpable in the cool air of the study.
"You want to talk about games? Fine. Let's play one." Her black eyes sparkled with mischief as she placed both hands flat against his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt.
Alexander's chest rose and fell with controlled breaths as Cha's hands made contact with his shirt. His dark eyes searched her face, trying to decipher if this was another one of her games or something more genuine.
"What kind of game?" he asked, his voice low and wary. "You think you can manipulate me into changing our arrangement with your little seduction attempts?"
Despite his words, Alexander didn't move away. Instead, his own hands came up to rest on Cha's waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh above the lace of her nightgown. The touch was possessive, a clear reminder of who held power in their twisted marriage.
"Tell me what you want, Cha. Stop playing these ridiculous mind games and be direct for once." His grip tightened slightly, pulling her hips flush against his own. The hardness of his arousal was obvious through the fabric of his trousers.
Cha Sofie gasped softly as she felt Alexander's arousal press against her, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through her body. For a moment, she allowed herself to melt into his touch, savoring the feel of his strong hands gripping her waist.
"What I want?" she whispered, tilting her head back to expose the slender column of her throat. "I want you to acknowledge that I'm more than just a trophy wife. I want you to see me as a woman with desires and ambitions of her own."
Her hands slid up his chest to wrap around his neck, fingers threading through the silky strands of his hair. "I want you to fuck me like you mean it—not like I'm some fragile doll that might break if you touch me too roughly."
Cha pressed herself even closer, grinding her hips against his in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The lace of her nightgown rasped against the fabric of his pants, creating friction that made her ache with need.
Alexander's breath hitched at Cha's bold movements, his control slipping further with each passing second. His hands moved from her waist to grip her hips more firmly, holding her in place as she rubbed against him.
"You think you can just demand this from me?" he growled, his voice strained with desire. "You think I'll give in to your little tantrums every time you feel neglected?"
Despite his words, Alexander's body betrayed his true feelings. His hips moved instinctively to meet Cha's rhythm, the hardness of his erection pressing insistently between her legs. The lace nightgown provided little barrier against the heat building between them.
"Stop playing games and tell me what you really want," he demanded through gritted teeth. "Do you want me to fuck you right here on this floor? Is that it? Do you want me to remind you who owns this body?"
Cha Sofie's black eyes darkened with lust as she felt Alexander's body respond to her touch. A triumphant smile curved her lips, knowing she was finally getting the reaction she'd been craving.
"Yes," she breathed, her voice husky with desire. "I want you to fuck me right here. I want you to remind me who I belong to."
Her hands slid down from his hair to tug at the buttons of his shirt impatiently. Each button popped free under her urgent fingers, revealing the taut skin and hard muscle beneath.
"I want you to take what's yours," she continued, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his collarbone. "I want you to make me scream your name until I forget about Tiffany and all the other women who get to feel this side of you."
The lace nightgown had become a barrier she no longer wanted between them. Cha's hands moved to the hem, lifting it slowly as an invitation for Alexander to take control completely.
Alexander's hands suddenly shoved Cha away with surprising force, causing her to stumble backward several steps. The momentum nearly sent her falling onto the plush rug, but she caught herself against the armchair she had recently vacated.
"What the hell was that for?" she demanded, her black eyes flashing with a mixture of shock and anger. The lace nightgown had ridden up to her thighs during the sudden movement, exposing more of her bare skin.
He ran a hand through his dark hair in frustration, turning away from her to stare out the window at the city lights below. "I can't do this with you. Not like this."
His voice carried a tremor of something other than just anger—guilt perhaps? Regret?
"You're my wife on paper only because our families insisted upon it," he said without turning around. "But you know as well as I do that my heart belongs elsewhere."
Cha Sofie's laughter filled the study, a clear and melodic sound that cut through Alexander's tension. She smoothed the lace nightgown back into place with deliberate movements, her black eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Oh, Alexander," she said, stepping toward him with renewed confidence. "You're so predictable. Always running back to your precious Tiffany when things get too real between us."
She stopped just behind his chair, placing her hands on his shoulders and leaning in close. Her breath was warm against his ear as she spoke.
"Don't you see? That's exactly why this works so well for both of us. You get to keep your little secretary and I get to have a husband who's too busy thinking about her to give a damn about me."
Cha's fingers traced the line of his collarbone through the open shirt. "But tonight... tonight you were actually touching me. For a moment, you wanted me. Admit it."
Cha Sofie turned away from Alexander with a confident smirk, her hips swaying deliberately as she began walking toward the grand staircase. The movement caused the black lace nightgown to cling even more provocatively to her curves.
"Don't bother following me," she called over her shoulder without looking back. "I'm not interested in your mixed signals anymore tonight."
Her bare feet made soft sounds against the polished hardwood floors as she ascended the stairs. Each step was calculated to draw his attention—one hand gliding along the banister while the other held the hem of her nightgown slightly higher.
Upstairs in their shared bedroom, Cha didn't bother closing the door behind her. Instead, she walked directly to the large four-poster bed and sat on the edge with one leg crossed casually over the other. The pose was designed to display her long legs and the way the lace fabric rode up her thighs.
"Have fun thinking about Tiffany,"
Cha Sofie purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she lounged on the bed. "I'm sure she's missing you terribly. Probably lying awake, wondering why her boss keeps staring at photos of his wife instead of paying attention to her desperate attempts at getting noticed."
She laid back against the pillows, stretching languidly like a cat basking in the sun. The movement caused the lace of her nightgown to ride up even further, exposing the creamy skin of her inner thighs.
"But hey, who am I to judge? Clearly, you have excellent taste in women. First me, then Tiffany... quite the collection of beautiful ladies trailing after you."
Cha rolled onto her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows. The position arched her back and thrust her hips upward, the lace straining against the curve of her rear.