"Sir, Mrs. Rivera is here, should I send her up?" my assistant asks me. What kind of question is that?

"Uh, yes. Obviously." I reply. She nods, closing the door. A few minutes, a very angry Sophia walks into my office, walking right up to my desk. She stands in front of me, hands crossed over her chest. The paparazzi pictures didn't do her any justice because, Goddamn, this woman is fine as hell, with the beige dress that fits her well, showing off her curves. Her brown hair, flowing down her shoulders in loose waves.

Fuck she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

"Hi Soph." she rolls her eyes.

Imagine how good she'll look under me, rolling her eyes back in pleasure. Shit. Focus.

"Soph." she stares out the huge glass windows. This city fascinates her.

"Your fiance is crazy!" she yells, she's hot when she's angry. Focus Axton.

"I think she's okay," I tell her and she takes up a pen from my table and throws it at me.

"Sophia!" I whine like a kid.

"She's sabotaging my business, the freaking paparazzi are after me, New York is too hot and I forgot to get your mom's birthday!" she rants, and knowing Soph, she'll start crying, it's what she does when she's upset.

"I'm sorry, come here." I get up, hugging her, call me selfish, part of me just wanted to hug her.

"Do you have any more meetings for the rest of the day?" I ask her and she shakes her head.

"Tell your driver he can leave, we're going to the mall," I tell her and she shakes her head.

"No, the paparazzi are everywhere." She says as her phone rings.

"It's Hayley, I'll be back," she tells me stepping out my office.

I grab my phone, calling William, he handles all my paparazzi drama and social events.

"William, I'll be at the mall in a while, make sure there isn't any paparazzi or reporters or anything under that field. I will fire every single one of you if the paparazzi gets even one picture of me and Sophi, understood?"

"Yes sir." I hang up, most of my employees fear me. It satisfies me.

I walk out of my office, looking for Sophia. I see her taking a picture with one of my employees.

"Sir- I'm sorry I shouldn't have taken the picture during working hours," she mumbles, but I couldn't care less.

"It's alright, Soph, let's go." she looks between my employee and me, confused. I grab her hand, pulling her to the elevator.

"Axton slow down dumbass!" she yells at me.

"Thought you liked it, fast baby." Her eyes widen and she smacks my hand.

"Pervert," she mumbles as we step into the elevator.

"Where's your fiance, I really want to-"

"Soph. We can talk about that in the car." I tell her.

"I think I need an underground garage for my office, the paparazzi really makes it difficult to get out of the office."

"That's a good idea, Soph."

"Aunt Grace is in town!" she claps her hands like a kid and I chuckle at how cute she is.

"That's great, I can't wait to meet her again," I tell her and she smiles. We get out of the elevator and walk towards my car. I open the door for her and she gets in.

"I started a new book!" she turns to me smiling.

"And what's it about?" I ask her awaiting her rant that she wouldn't even realize she's reciting.

"So, two kingdoms, the princess hates the prince from the other kingdom, and he hates her, well so he thinks. He then realizes that annoying her to get her attention was his way of denying his very strong feelings for her. They're forced to get married and I'm pretty sure they're gonna end up in love." she rambles about her book and I listen to every word.

"Pretty sure you didn't hear anything." I roll my eyes, leaning over her seat, grabbing the seatbelt, and tightly securing it.

"Seatbelt Soph. And, what makes you think they'll end up in love? You never know what's gonna happen." I tell her.

"I thought you never listen to me when I talk about books. You use to, but you stopped."

"I listen to everything you say, Soph," I mumble, pulling out of the garage.

"What'd you get Eleanor?"she asks me.

"A grandchild," I say focused on the road.

She glares at me and I start laughing.

"I got her tickets to an art show." She nods, pulling her phone out.

"Miracles are real! No paparazzi." she smiles and I internally smile.

"Yep," I say looking at her.

"You said we'll talk about Piper in the car, well, we're in the car."

"Then, talk," I tell her and she rolls her eyes.

"I need to tell her take the post down, she's spreading false information!"

"Why'd you send her the PR package in the first place?" I ask, utterly confused.

"I didn't!" She yells at me and I actually get scared.

"I'm sorry," I mumble.

"She got one of those rip-offs fake thing." she scrunched her nose.

"Well, expose her at the party tonight," I tell her, pulling into the mall's car park.

"Your mom wouldn't want you to marry her after."

Exactly.

"No, it'll teach Piper a lesson," I lie.

"Uh, okay." she mumbles.

I get out of the car about to open the door for her but she opens it and I glare at her.

"I'm sorry." she chuckles as if it's funny.

We enter the mall and I already know which store she's heading to. Sophia can deny her liking to this lifestyle all she wants, but her weakness is Chanel.

"Do I have to go in?" I ask, praying she says no.

"Unless you want to hear something like 'Axton and Sophia spotted shopping together in Chanel.' then yes, if not, Calvin Klein is like two stores down." I sigh.

"I'll be in Calvin Klein."

"Shut up, do you think I care about what the media says?" she says, dragging me in.

"Plus, I need someone to hold my bags." she smiles.

Help me.