C37 I'm An Idiot

Sophia’s POV

“Why not?” Ivan asked, chest heaving up and down as he tried to steady his breath.

I said nothing as midnight-blue eyes bore into mine. I moved to adjust my dress. His hands grab mine, “Leave it!” He snarled, roughly unbuttoning and removing his tuxedo jacket. Then he tossed it on the desk.

“Ivan…” I protested weakly. “We really can't do this,” I pleaded