Sophia's POV :
I walked into my office after signing a deal with the partners. New partners had decided to trust us since our sales were at the top for the past three months. I had already done my dress fitting with my designer, and I was delighted to choose it. Kiara, Elina, Roni, Mom and Amber all were there to help me. Edward did show up but his mom kicked him out of there.
I sighed as I was really tired. I looked at my schedule.
3 pm to 7 pm - The wedding dress - a special client.
My eyes bulged out. 4 HOURS! Who the fuck, I had to design the dress for? The royalty of England or something? "JENNY!" I shouted. It was already 3:15. And that person dared to be late!
She ran into the room. "Who the hell is the special client? 4 Hours do they think my time is a joke or something?-" "But ma'am," she started but I cut her off.
"I don't want to listen to Jenny you know if it was some other designer from our company 4 hours would have been okay. I know wedding dresses are only designed by me. BUT 4 -" "Ma'am-" "I want you to cancel this appointment right now," I stopped her.
"I am sorry ma'am, but the person is important, and even you cant cancel the appointment," she explained. What the- "Jenny unless it is Royalty or Taylor Swift I don't care," I said snapping at her.
There was a knock on the door and she smiled. "Ma'am the client is here. I will take your leave. You will be fine when you see who the client is," she said and walked out. I sighed turning away from the door calming myself down.
"So Mrs Salvatore, I am hoping you could make the best wedding tuxedo for me. I am sure my wife would look beautiful I want to be handsome enough," said a voice and turned around so quickly I swear I would have fallen.
A smirk made its way up to his face and my eyes widened. Does he never know how to smile? I rolled my eyes and sat down in my chair. He is an Idiot.
"But I am your idiot," he said garbing a chair and sitting exactly in front of me. He pulled my chair towards him so I was facing him. "Edward, what is all this?" I asked. He gently grabbed my hands. And then looked at me. "I want to spend time with you," He whispered ever so softly.
"Edward you didn't have to book an appointment," I said. "Well, I haven't booked my appointment for no reason. I want you to make me the best wedding tux," he said smiling.
"Really?" I asked. "I thought-" "I know, but I told you that my designer is the best. And you are the best," He said smiling as his hand caressed my cheek. A smile made its way up to my face.
"You are stupid, you know that?" I said getting up but he pulled me down as I feel on him, his hands around my waist securing me in my place. "Edward," I warned. He just smirked. "Do you not have any work?" I asked. "I am the boss, I do whatever the fuck I want," he said. I cringed.
"You swear way too much. That mouth of yours is very dirty," I said. But as soon as the statement left my mouth I knew how wrong that sounded. I closed my eyes before I could see Edward smirking. "I have a dirty mouth? Sweetheart you have dirty thoughts," he said and God did I feel his smirk.
"Shut up!" I said burying my head in his shoulder. "You are such a good girl," he laughed. "But seriously you have to make me the tux," he said. I looked up at him. "For your information, I was getting up to call our designer to take the measurements and I was taking my sketch pad," I said.
"If I wanted someone else to take my measurement I would have gone to my designer they already know the measurements," he said. I looked at him confused. "What do you mean? I mean if I don't take the measurements how would I make the tux?" I asked. He looked at me pointedly.
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Broken 2
RomanceThis Story is a Sequel to Broken so I suggest you read that first before coming to this one because then you are not going to understand Anything. The book will be available on my profile. The Story Of Sophia Macford and Edward Salvatore ended on a...