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Oh?
You don t wanna know. Ella screwed her face up. He told me they were separated, you
know.
Joseph? Sophie s voice was soft.
Ella looked at her in dismay and sighed. Yeah. I m so ashamed, Sophie.
It s okay, Ella. Sophie stroked her friend s hair. He took advantage of you.
Yeah. Ella looked at her with blazing eyes. But I don t want to talk about it anymore. She
stood up and brushed her clothes. Wanna grab lunch?
Can we do an early dinner? Sophie asked. I have an appointment now.
Sure. Ella hugged her friend quickly and walked to the door. I missed you, Sophie.
I missed you too, Ella. Sophie smiled, her first genuine smile in days. She was happy her
friend was back and was being honest. I ll call you about dinner.
Sounds good. Let me go shower now. Ella ran out of the room and Sophie could hear her
singing a Rihanna song. As Ella sang about liking the way it hurts, Sophie closed her eyes. She
would never love this feeling. She prayed that when she opened her eyes, she would find
herself in a different place, at a different time, and with this all being a dream. She counted to
three and opened her eyes. Ella was singing about loving the way he lied and she sighed and
walked out of the door.
Chapter 13
I have to leave in an hour. Mildred, the librarian looked at her sternly. I called you hours
ago.
Sorry, Sophie apologized. I was helping a friend.
Mildred studied the young girl in front of her and decided to keep her comments to herself.
She d seen too many young girls get caught up by men in the city to not know what had caused
the dark circles under this girl s eyes. She normally wouldn t care what the stupid girls got
caught up in but this one seemed smart. The fact that she had come to the library to do some
research showed that. And she looked to be a naïve one. Too naïve to be caught up with
someone like Maxwell Van Harkel. Mildred had spent the previous evening looking him up
after she had shut down the library. Her bridge group hadn t been able to meet and she hadn t
felt like going to the bookstore. Maxwell Van Harkel looked very rich, very handsome and way
too old for someone like Sophie.
Well, come and let me show you the databases you didn t access yesterday. Mildred hurried
her over to the computer. She didn t want to do all the work for the girl. Look here. She
pointed to one of the tabs and walked back to her desk.
Uh, thanks, Sophie called back to the lady. Her phone rang and she grabbed it quickly. She d
forgotten to turn it off or put it on vibrate. She saw Max s name on the screen and she quickly
pressed end.
Please put that phone on vibrate, Mildred screeched at her.
Sorry, Sophie muttered back to the lady. She really did seem to fit the stereotype of an older
sour librarian. She put the phone on vibrate and stuffed it back in her bag. She quickly got to
searching the databases and a whole slew of new articles popped up. Mildred was right, she
hadn t seen anything yesterday. She looked at the clock and realized she didn t have much
time left and she decided to print out all the articles that had interesting titles.
You have five minutes, Mildred called over to her.
I m almost done. Sophie quickly kept pressing print and hoped she had enough money on
her print account. She jumped up quickly and went over to the computer to release the prints
and waited for them to print out. She stood there with about 100 articles in her hand and
quickly stuffed them into her bag before going back to turn off the computer properly this
time. She saw Mildred staring at her as she shut it down and she smiled at her as she left the
library.
Thanks so much.
Hopefully you can concentrate on your studies now. Mildred dismissed her and Sophie
walked out of the library and tried to hold in her laughter. She knew that her situation was
horrible but something about Mildred s holier than thou attitude had her laughing. What a
mess!
She grabbed her phone to call Ella and see where she wanted to go for dinner when she
noticed a limo by the Subway entrance on 116th Street. That was strange; she didn t really see
many limos by the campus. But she supposed a lot of rich kids went to Columbia, maybe one
of them had a date or something. She walked past the limo; deliberately not looking inside
when she heard the door open and someone jumped out and touched her on the back.
She screamed and looked back. Maxwell was standing there, looking handsome and stern. She
held back a smile and tried to stop the happy feeling in her stomach. I don t like this man
anymore. I don t like him. I will not be happy to see him. She kept berating herself.
Sophie. He grabbed her by arm and she jumped back.
Don t touch me. She glared at him but he didn t remove his hand.
You didn t answer my calls. He glared back at her. I told you that I wanted to meet you for
lunch.
I didn t say yes, she muttered.
I tried calling you and sent you text messages.
I didn t see any messages.
Your phone wasn t off.
What are you? My stalker? She glared at him. How did you know I was here?
I had a feeling. He paused. What were you doing?
None of your business. She pulled her arm away from him. Anyway, I have a train to catch.
Come with me. He looked at her with a frown.
No.
Sophie, I swear to God, I will pick you up and put you in the car if I have to.
Sophie swallowed and felt her face flush. Whatever. But she walked and got into the limo.
The driver didn t even turn around to look at her.
Drive us around for a bit, Miles. I ll let you know where we want to go in a bit. Maxwell
ordered the driver as he got into the car after her.
Yes, Mr. Van Harkel. With that, they were gone.
Where are we going? Sophie spoke to the window.
I was hoping we could talk. Maxwell reached over and gripped her face so that she turned
towards him. He leaned down and kissed her staring into her eyes as he did so. God, I ve
wanted to do that all day.
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