Chapter 7

Sofia's POV

I managed to calm myself somehow and slowly opened the door. He was still as handsome as I remembered. He stood there in his black three-piece suit, looking as ravishing as I remembered.

I took a deep breath. How did he still have this effect on me after so many years?

“What are you doing here?” I could barely get my voice out.

“That’s how you greet me after so many years.” He smirked. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

I opened the door, and he walked in. His eyes roamed over my small apartment as he walked to the sofa and sat down.

“Why are you here?”

“I came to take you back to America.”

“What the hell? No way!”

“I am afraid you don’t have a say in this, darling.”

“I’m not going back there.”

“I am not here to argue with you. Now, where is our son?”

“Sterling, how did y…?”

“Even now, my name still sounds so seductive coming from your mouth,” he cut me off, and I glared at hi