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I am going to kill him!

That was the first thought and mission that came in Sofia's mind as she stared at the paper in her hands. She was angry! Very, very angry at Xander and this time he wouldn't get away from her wrath. She had told him, tried to stop him but boy did he ever listen to her? He treated her like a kid who didn't know anything. He thought she was so innocent but God she wasn't that innocent now. Why did he never listen to her? And look how embarrassing this was now!

Sofia groaned and slammed the paper against her forehead in irritation and anger. What was she going to do now? How the heck was she supposed to face her friends, family and especially Veronica? She would skin her alive and would probably die screaming. Sofia decided then and there; she wouldn't go to university for weeks and wouldn't face her family either.

Am I over reacting?

She thought to herself and a huge breath left her mouth but that question was soon answered by a raged answer; No! She thought in her mind as soon as she saw her husband coming inside the kitchen while buttoning his suit. Sofia placed the tablet on the table and scowled at him whilst folded her arms across her chest. Why did he look so happy? Had he not seen the article published about them?

Xander's eyes lifted to her as his special smile that he had saved for Sofia grazed his lips. Sofia's heart softened for a moment at his smile before she composed herself and kept on a scowl on her face. He sat on the chair in front of her, separated by the table on which Mrs. Gilbert was serving breakfast.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" He asked as he picked up the toast and started buttering it. Sofia's eyebrows scrunched and her lips curled downwards. Good morning? More like worst morning ever! She didn't answer him and sat there like a statue who had a scowl sculpted on its face.

Xander, when he didn't get the answer he was looking for looked up at his wife in a little concern. His toast was so close to his mouth but he never got to bite it as he noticed the scowl on her face. She was angry? At what? But why? Did he do something? All those questions bugged his mind and he knew he would suffer from a migraine very soon.

"What?" He asked her but Sofia didn't move. He almost wanted to check if she was the real Sofia or someone replaced her with a statue, "Sofia..." He called her name and she blinked. Okay so she was real! 

"Why are you so happy?" She asked with both eyebrows raised. To be honest she looked quite attractive when angry and that had his blood increasing its pace inside his veins. Not the right time to feel alright, but he couldn't help himself. Her chocolaty locks were cascading over her cheeks contrasting with her gray eyes, her full lips set up in a frown still looked good and he remembered the taste of them on his. He didn't get enough last time and he didn't think he would ever get enough of her, she was irresistible.

"Xander!!" He blinked at her. Was she saying something to him? Guess she was because now she seemed pissed at him. "Are you even listening? This is so humiliating, don't you care a bit at least?" She told him rigidly. In confusion, he still just stared at her because he didn't know what she was talking about. "God you don't care..." She moaned and covered her face with her hands. He perked up and shook the fog out of his mind.

"What are you talking about? What happened?" He set his spine straight and inched closer. She removed her hands and closed her eyes while saying.

"This happened..." She slid the magazine opened in her tablet towards him and rested her head on the table. She looked worried and embarrassed. Xander looked at the page that was sprawled open in front of him and picked up the device. The picture that was pasted across the top left corner made him clench his jaw and he almost broke the device in his hands. What the...