Sophia Charles
Leo ♌
Posts: 32
Age: Twenty-eight
Occupation: Cosmopolitan Magazine Entertainment Editor
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Caitlin
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Post by Sophia Charles on Jun 10, 2013 19:42:39 GMT
Sophia had groggily woken up that morning to a stream of sunlight flickering in through her blinds, warming her bedroom and causing her to squint. Rolling over to check the time, she was unhappy to see that it was only 10 am. After a rather rough previous evening, Sophia was planning on taking that Sunday morning to relax, sleep in, and cool down before another long week of work was upon her. Sitting up slowly, Sophia acknowledged her pounding head by bringing her hand up to rub along her forehead. Well, it had been a successful night. At least she had made it home to her own bed safely. The mornings when she woke up beside a stranger were always uncomfortable, and although she never had any regrets, she was always cautious then for a few weeks. Getting up from her comfortable mattress, she slowly shuffled into her bathroom to shower and prepare herself for what was bound to be a very long day.
Feeling a bit better after a thorough hot shower, Sophia located her purse and shuffled through in the hopes of finding her cell phone. It was almost dead - just her luck. Plugging it in so that it could charge before she was ready to leave again, she worked through her messages from the night before, seeing nothing extreme or ridiculous. She knew she had had a great evening, and she was glad to see that she behaved herself. More chipper after finding nothing suspicious about her behavior on her phone, she went swiftly to her messages and texted Alexander. She usually didn't go out without him, but he had had plans of his own the night before. Knowing she was probably waking him up from his own encounter the night before, she invited him to meet her in an hour's time at their favorite café for coffee and anything that she would be able to stomach. Before waiting for a response, she continued to go about a process of getting herself cleaned up. She knew that he would see it within the next hour and would meet her. It was the way their friendship worked.
Sophia and Alexander had been friends for a number of years. He was her side kick, her partner in crime, her best friend. And yes, he was a male. Most of their other friends knew it was only a matter of time before they eventually became a couple. Sophia knew it wasn't like that though. He was her best friend. Plus, relationships always ended up ruining the best of friendships. She didn't know this first hand, but she had seen it previously. They worked well as best friends. In fact, their personalities were very similar. They were both enjoying life. They didn't want serious commitments or anything holding them back. They simply made the most perfect of friendships.
Sophia was sure that he would respond with a yes to her text. Actually, he may not even respond, but she knew that he would eventually meet her there for breakfast. He would probably have to kick the girl out of his bed from last night, throw himself together, and still manage to come and meet her, as handsome as could possibly be. Sunday mornings were a somewhat regular thing for them. Although they did miss one here or there, they tried their best to get together on Sunday mornings to chit chat and catch up, especially if they hadn't spent the rest of the weekend together, which was an oddity itself. If they had been together, they usually passed the time gossiping about their other friends.
Sophia didn't bother with make-up when she was meeting Alexander. She did blow dry her hair, just to keep herself looking somewhat normal. Keeping it its natural straight style, she shimmied into a pair of her favorite jean capris and a plain pink tank top. From the looks out her window, it was going to be rather warm. There was no use in dressing up. She was content on being a bum for the entire day. When her alarm clock rang in the morning, she knew that she would have to doll herself up for work. Sundays were her off days. Grabbing her half-charged phone and her purse, she left her apartment, seeing that she had yet to receive a text message back from Alexander, which wasn't unusual.
The café wasn't far from her apartment, so she walked instead of grabbing a taxi. It was a beautiful day and she was enjoying the fresh air. She threw her phone into her purse, not really caring what anyone was trying to say to her. There were a large number of people out on the streets, also enjoying the brightness and sunshine of the day. It wasn't too hot yet, and Sophia knew she should have gone running earlier. But it was Sunday, a cheat day all around.
Arriving at their exclusive little café, she ordered herself a coffee and took a seat outside at a homey little table. Pulling her phone back out of her purse, she set it on the table while she waited for Alexander's arrival. She didn't doubt his presence in the least bit. He would be there at some point. It was after eleven, and he had to be up by now. Sipping the coffee absentmindedly, she waited patiently, scrolling through the news and other stories on her iPhone.
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ALEXANDER STARK
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Age: Twenty-nine
Occupation: CEO
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Sky
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Post by ALEXANDER STARK on Jun 10, 2013 20:33:24 GMT
Alexander groaned at the sound of his phone beeping on his nightstand. He wondered what time it was. In all honesty, he didn't care. He'd sleep the whole day, if he could get away with it. But someone always needed him. Rolling over with extreme reluctance, he blindly reached for his cell, his fingers easily finding it; always in its accustomed spot. But he didn't look at it right away. He allowed himself to doze off again, content beneath the scattered blankets. Sunlight filtered in through the curtains and warmed his face, and finally he accepted the fact that it was time to face the day.
He lazily pulled his pillow under his arm and propped himself up to scan the screen -- a smirk appearing on his face. He hadn't been sure if he'd be able to see Sophia this weekend, but he was glad to be surprised. She still wanted to go out, for their usual coffee run. He certainly could use the caffeine. And the company. Last night he'd had to go to a company get together at one of New York's finest clubs. That had all been fine and dandy, but he hated having to do business on the weekends. Of course they'd tried to sell it as a classy evening of commercial bonding, but Alec, along with every other person with a brain, knew it was only an excuse to drag more of their professional lives into their personal lives. The only thing he had in common with the parading capitalists in the club last night was wealth; he lacked their sense of stiff formality and showiness. It explained why he was so eager to get away from them every weekend. And, if his still groggy memory served him correctly, he hadn't exactly been on his best behavior last night.
Disentangling his legs from the sheets, Alec stood and stretched, making his way towards the bathroom. But passing by the kitchen, he froze. Joanna Gray, one of his coworkers, was sitting in one of the chairs, sipping coffee and looking over an old newspaper. Damn. He couldn't remember taking the young woman home last night; in fact, he didn't remember much of anything last night. He eyed her for a moment, before clearing his throat, "Um, good morning," he finally mused, running a hand through his hair. She looked up quickly enough, alarm in her eyes at being caught off guard, but alarm quickly faded into a look of annoyance. "I can't believe you," she muttered, shaking her head. Alec closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You bring me here, tell me to wait -- and you never come back. I come to see what happened, and you're passed out in your bed?" Alec sighed. "Sorry . . . I was a little out of it," he answered, turning to continue on his way to the bathroom. He needed a shower.
He nearly grumbled aloud as he heard angry footsteps following him. "That's your excuse for an apology?" she demanded, poking his back with an irritated finger. Alec spun around, eyes narrowed. So much for lazy Sunday mornings. "Why are you still here?" he asked, forcing himself to be patient. He'd never liked Joanna. He half-wondered what he'd drank last night. It had to have been something strong. For a moment, she looked embarrassed, "I don't have any money. I left my purse at the club," she murmured. Alec nodded, letting out a sigh, he strode off into his bedroom, took out some money, and offered it to her. Her gaze lingered on his bare chest, and he cleared his throat, uncomfortable all over again, "Goodbye, Miss Gray," he said, opening the door for her. She shot him one last frustrated look before leaving his apartment.
Alec shut the door and closed his eyes, cursing himself. "Never again," he muttered, glad that at least nothing had happened. He could deal with her crashing on his couch, but if things had gone farther? Thinking instead of his morning coffee with Sophia, he hurried to the shower and rinsed off. He got ready quickly, hair still slightly wet as he pulled on a shirt and his old leather jacket, and jeans. This was how he liked to dress. Comfortable; without a tie hanging like a noose about his neck. Grabbing his phone, he texted Sophia a quick reply that'd he'd be there, and left his apartment.
* Alec paid the cab driver and stepped out into the sun, glad that the awkward part of his morning was over. Of course, Sophia would soon hear all about it. And no doubt laugh at him. He fought off a grin as he walked inside, easily finding his friend. His best friend; she really stood out. Even dressed down, Sophia looked lovely as always. He strode towards their table and flopped down ungraciously opposite her, "Long time no see," he greeted with a smile. He had always looked forward to their Sunday mornings, it was always one of the high points of his week. He could always be himself around Sophia, not the polished businessman he had to pull off 9 to 5 for five days every week.
He ordered a coffee from a passing waitress and reclined in his seat, glancing about the small cafe, before his eyes finally fell again on Sophia, "How was your night? Because no doubt it was better than mine."
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Sophia Charles
Leo ♌
Posts: 32
Age: Twenty-eight
Occupation: Cosmopolitan Magazine Entertainment Editor
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Caitlin
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Post by Sophia Charles on Jun 13, 2013 3:31:03 GMT
As she was reading through an article about the latest summer trends, she felt her phone vibrate and Alexander's name pop up across the top of her phone. Quickly abandoning the article, she clicked into his message. Sophia smiled smugly when she read that he would be meeting her, exactly as she had predicted. Setting her phone down, Sophia went back to her coffee and took a nice, long gulp. Ignoring the fact that she practically scorching her tongue, she savored the taste and the caffeine that was going to propel her through the rest of the day, even if it was going to be a low key one.
She had had enough of her phone and instead turned her gaze towards the people passing by on the sidewalk. There were few things in life better than people watching. If someone would let her, Sophia could have sat there for a full day just watching the different types of people walk by. They were all so typical. There were couples out for a morning stroll, holding hands and smiling at each other lovingly. Sophia had never been one for the overly affectionate, cheesy, romantic things or relationships. Sophia never really spent much time dating one guy. She hadn't done the whole couple thing in years, actually. Right after college she dated a guy for a few months, but it ended up never going anywhere once Sophia got a job at Cosmo and settled into her career. Since then, Sophia had only dated casually, and she was incredibly turned off by huge, romantic gestures. She didn't want to be serenaded in Central Park or have a massive bouquet of flowers sent to her office. Sophia would be perfectly fine with a nice dinner and a glass of wine. Not that she spent much time nowadays actually dating.
There were also families walking by. Usually they were small, one or two children with their parents. She had never had that magical touch with children. She was the one who refused to hold the baby. What if she dropped it? She had babysat one or two times in high school, but nothing had ever come from it, probably because she hadn't spent the evening playing with the children as much as she should have. Children were uninteresting to her, especially when she knew she had such a bright career ahead of her. She didn't need a husband or a child. Her career was her passion and her livelihood. But, she did enjoy seeing people happy. She found that most people walking by on Sunday morning were happy. They were out and about and embracing the day. When she did occasionally see someone wander by that looked lost or sad, Sophia felt for them. Nobody deserved to be unhappy in Sophia's opinion.
As she watched the people walking by, her attention was finally caught by the approach of her handsomely gorgeous best friend. As he made his way towards her with the all too familiar smile, Sophia couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with her own happiness. How had she been so lucky to find this man as her best friend? She smiled back as he easily slid into the seat across from her. Although she could easily tell that he had had a long night, he looked good as always. Setting her coffee down on the table, Sophia looked across at him and replied. "Hello my handsome best friend." Smirking, she picked up her coffee again and took a sip, pondering whether or not she should attempt to stomach something other than her coffee. It was still debatable. She figured she would do better to stick with the coffee for now, despite the fact that she felt hungry.
Hearing him ask how her night was and state that his own hadn't been that great, Sophia felt herself laugh softly. "Awe babe, I know you probably missed me last night, but it's okay, I'm here now." Laughing she pushed her hair behind her shoulder. She couldn't help wondering why his night hadn't gone so well though. Before he could respond she figured she would fill him in on her rather uneventful previous evening. "My night was lackluster and boring without you." Pausing, she playfully pouted. "I was in home and in bed all alone before one." She wasn't sure how true the statement was, but she did know she was gone home alone, which she figured was going to be different from his story. Placing her arms on the table and looking directly across at her best friend, she waited for his response, her features light and playful, genuinely happy to be in the presence of Alexander that morning.
Most people that observed the duo would assume that they were dating. However, it was just the way they interacted. Alexander and Sophia were naturally flirty people. When together, they were charming, witty, and full of flirtatious banter. It was fun and enjoyable and certainly part of the reason she adored him so. She couldn't speak to him without it coming off as flirty and playful. She couldn't remember the last time they had a real, serious conversation. That was how their friendship thrived. They knew how to have fun even in the most serious of conversations and situations.
ooc: I'm sorry that this is a terrible post and that I didn't reply right away! Work is kicking my ass. -_-
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ALEXANDER STARK
Leo ♌
Posts: 7
Age: Twenty-nine
Occupation: CEO
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Sky
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Post by ALEXANDER STARK on Jun 13, 2013 22:30:35 GMT
The waitress returned shortly; they had her for a server most Sunday mornings. But, like always, her lingering looks were all for nothing. Alexander had eyes only for the beautiful young woman across from him, the woman he had the privilege of calling his best friend. He'd known her for years, but it felt like she'd always been a part of his life -- a part of him he wouldn't be able to function without. Her smile made him forget his problems, and her laugh was infectious. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for her; she was the most important thing, since he had always been distant from his family . . . and charming as he was, wasn't keen to new people and unfamiliar faces. But that wasn't a problem, he was more than content with his relationship with Sophia.
Most people assumed that their's was a romantic relationship. But it had never been like that. They were just flirty people; they had the same sense of humor and a lot in common, but it had never gotten farther than the usual cheeky comment. Meeting Sophia for the first time though, that had been a completely different story. His first thought had simply been Wow. She was absolutely stunning, and smart, and successful; the type of woman he'd never gone after before. When he first saw her, he'd thought about marriage for the first time -- doing the whole family thing; there was just something about her that had struck a buried chord. But since they'd gotten to know each other -- too well, he sometimes thought, with a slight smirk -- he'd learned that Sophia didn't want all that. And they were just . . . friends.
That didn't mean he felt a slight stab of jealousy every time a man swooped in to lure her away when they went out. Though he played it cool, Alexander was fiercely protective. And hell, possessive. In a quiet way. But they were always there, and Sophia went where she pleased -- though he didn't believe half of them realized what they had in the short time she was with them. She was funny, and charming, and gorgeous . . . once and a while he would find himself looking at her, starstruck. He always shook it off though, there was nothing to it. Like he thought before, they were friends -- very, very good friends -- but nothing more. He didn't intend on ever suggesting anything either; what they had was the best friendship Alec had ever had, and he wasn't going to throw it away on a gamble he wasn't convinced of winning.
But in the back of his mind, every woman he went out with, he inexplicably compared to Sophia. And they never quite matched up.
"Hello my handsome best friend."
Alexander flashed a lopsided grin, the warm humor of it touching his deep, brown eyes, "You always know what to say, sweet thing," he replied, falling into their usual flirtatious banter with ease. It was like riding a bicycle, a habit that would always be there. One he never grew bored with.
He found himself leaning back, chuckling under his breath at her words. He absently raised his coffee to his lips and took a sip, setting it down only to run a hand through his still-damp hair. "You should have called me, we could have had a sleepover," he replied with a wink, the words flowing like he was talking about the weather. Things like that came like second nature to Alexander, and they always had. He'd been making girls blush since the eighth grade, with his wily smile and mischievous eyes. That look entered his eyes now as he slid his arms across the table and lightly thrummed his fingers over her forearms, a dark brow arched as he shot her a grin, "But if we'd had a sleepover, I think we'd still be in bed right now -- and God knows I need my morning coffee," he murmured devilishly, that playful sparkle of challenge in his gaze.
Alexander reclined back, letting out a sigh, "I almost had a shot of whiskey instead, this morning," he said, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling -- preparing himself for the bashing Sophia was bound to give him when he relayed his night to her. He looked at her for a moment, lingering, knowing she was curious, and teasing her with the silence. "I sort of got rip roaring drunk at that 'social event' last night . . . I took home a coworker, Joanna Gray . . ." he said, trailing off, enjoying making her wonder, as he knew she would. "You know what I did, though? Walked her up to my apartment, stumbled my way to the bedroom and never came back out," at this point he rubbed the bridge of his nose, eyes closed, a slight, embarrassed smirk on his face, "I didn't remember a thing. I woke up and found her reading the paper, because she didn't have money for a cab. I think this is one for the record book."
Shaking his head at himself, he folded his hands beneath his chin, waiting for Sophia to call him out on his pathetic excuse for an evening. "I have the strangest feeling that Monday might be a little awkward . . ." but even as he trailed off, the corners of his mouth tipped up in the beginnings of a bemused smile.
{ ooc } no prob, and it was good!
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Sophia Charles
Leo ♌
Posts: 32
Age: Twenty-eight
Occupation: Cosmopolitan Magazine Entertainment Editor
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Caitlin
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Post by Sophia Charles on Jun 14, 2013 3:51:04 GMT
Some days, late at night when she was utterly alone, Sophia found herself reflecting back on the day that she met Alexander. She never know what brought on the thoughts, but once they were there, it was quite hard for her to replace them. She remembered thinking that he was by far the most handsome man she had ever met. They way they had instantly hit it off had been exhilarating and startling to Sophia. A girl entirely focused on her career, Sophia rashly decided that she mustn't pursue Alexander in the way that she initially wanted to. She knew that he was a true catch. Most of her friends still shook their head when she mentioned Alexander as her best friend and not her boyfriend. They oftentimes scolded her for letting him slip through her fingertips. But she had been a naïve young woman who had put her career at the forefront of her life. If she hadn't, she felt she wouldn't be as far up in the company as she was at this point. She was rather young for the responsibilities she already had, and she was damn proud of her job.
Now that she was a bit older and hopefully wiser, Sophia did find herself looking back on their initial meeting. In all honesty, part of Sophia felt that she turned the course of their relationship towards a friendly one because she had been afraid of the strength of their chemistry. Never in her life had she been so enamored by a man. He had figuratively swept her off her feet. In those deep, dark, and secretive moments, Sophia found herself thinking that Alexander was the exact type of man she would marry. Sophia didn't need to be a married woman. It wasn't something that she felt was necessary - it was only a set of rings and exchanged words after all. There was something about Alexander though that was different. If she ever married, she knew that it would only be someone as dashing and perfect as Alexander was in her eyes. When those moments of deep reflection were over, Sophia pushed the thoughts away and back into the dark recesses of her mind, terrified to ever bring such a thing up to Alexander himself. She couldn't lose him.
Alexander and gotten her through so many events throughout the years since their introduction. Part of her felt that she wasn't able to actually date anyone seriously because she held them to such a high standard set by Alexander. To Sophia, he was perfect. He looked perfect, his actions were perfect, and their friendship was perfect. No one could even come close to comparing. And no one could even get her started on the women that Alexander dated. She was incredibly good at scaring his potential girlfriends away. Not only were they always suspicious of the friendship between Sophia and Alexander, but in her mind they were never, ever good enough for him. If she admitted such a thought to herself, she would know that she felt this way because in her opinion only she was good enough for him.
Sophia was simply dying to hear about his night. She loved to hear about his escapades, especially if she wasn't present. Like herself, Alexander was always out having a splendid time. It was part of the reason she adored him. He knew how to have fun, and when the two of them were together, it was much like a constant party. Additionally though Sophia knew that she wanted to know if he had spent the evening with a woman, and who that woman was, and if it would happen again. They had always been very open in their friendship. Even though she hated to hear about the women he slept with, she would rather be aware of it than have him keep it hidden. She did the same. She never kept any of her recent disaster stories from him.
Sophia couldn't help but grin a bit more flirtatiously as he mentioned calling him and having a sleepover. It was something they had done before. She'd stayed at his place many a times and vice versa after a long night of drinking and partying. However, he usually let her have his bed or he stayed on her couch. They had never had a true sleepover, despite what most people and their other close friends thought. "I could have used a cuddle buddy." Sophia couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed that she hadn't called him last night to come over. She'd been a bit intoxicated and had just passed out, but it would have been nice to wake up knowing that Alexander was there somewhere. He always made her feel so safe and taken care of.
As his hands slid across the small table between them to gently trace along her forearms, Sophia couldn't help feeling a tingle. What woman wouldn't be turned on by such a gorgeous man's touch? She would have to be insane to not feel anything when his fingers danced along her skin. Looking at him a bit seductively, Sophia allowed his hands to move along her forearms, enjoying every bit of his touch before he leant back and began his story.
She watched him thoroughly as he reclined in his seat and began his tale of the evening he had. She listened intently, casually sipping on her coffee. She knew where this story was going right from the beginning. When he said the name of the woman, his co-worker, that he had taken home, she couldn't help feeling her stomach flip over a bit and the all too familiar sting of jealousy. She did her best to hide the emotions, smiling at him and shaking her head gently. It was something she would do. In fact, she was pretty sure she'd slept with several models that worked for Cosmo over the years. She couldn't be too hard on him, of course. Alexander most likely picked up on her jealousy. He was incredibly good at that, probably because he knew her so well. She also wore her emotions on her sleeve. It was generally very easy to tell when Sophia was angry, upset, and happy. Her eyes said it all.
As Alexander went on with his story though, Sophia was quickly overcome with laughter at the hilarity of the situation. Once again, it was only something that her dear Alexander would do. And maybe herself. She let him finish before she covered her mouth with her hand and burst out laughing hysterically. After a few seconds she calmed down a bit, moving her hand to her chest, her eyes still curled into a trademark grin. "Alexander you didn't." Pausing, she shook her head lightly. "She was probably very pissed off with you." Smiling playfully, Sophia laughed again, this time more softly so as to not disturb the rest of the cafe like she had with the first bout of laughter.
Musing, Sophia continued the conversation, enjoying this entirely too much. "You know, she could have tied you up and had her way with you last night." She paused, her face becoming playfully serious. "Perhaps you'll go to the office tomorrow and find pictures of the two of you doing the nasty." Laughing this time from her own imagination, Sophia continued. "Now that would be awkward." Placing an elbow on the table, she propped her head against her hand, waiting for him to reply.
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ALEXANDER STARK
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Posts: 7
Age: Twenty-nine
Occupation: CEO
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Sky
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Post by ALEXANDER STARK on Jun 14, 2013 14:31:44 GMT
It wasn't always hard to tell what Sophia was thinking; she was usually just like a coffee table book, his own copy of some interesting read, open and easily read. But there were moments when Alexander couldn't help but wonder what was really going on inside that lovely head of her's. He had always been more cool and difficult to decompose, but with Sophia it was hard to hide anything; the first time he'd met her, she'd brushed past his outer walls and wrapped herself around his finger. Sometimes he wondered if what she was really attached to was his heart; it was a difficult thing to understand. Some mornings, after their sleepovers, the ones where he slept on the couch like a gentleman, offering her his enormous bed, she would emerge from his room looking sleepy and, as always, beautiful. The times she'd borrowed one of his shirts to sleep in always made his heart beat a little faster; and sometimes he wondered what he was doing. In those moments indecision, he felt the need to push her up against a wall and just kiss her -- kiss her like she deserved to be kissed -- and tell her that they were crazy, had been for years, because they both knew they were perfect for each other.
When he'd first met her, there hadn't been any friendship to block the way down that path. He'd flirted with her openly, went after her like he'd never gone after a woman before, and the more he learned about her, the more affectionate his playful advances became. But when she'd made it clear that romance was not in the cards, he'd backed off. Not enough to lose her, because he never want to lose such a wonderful person. Their easy, flirtatious banter was still there, they way they looked and touched each other, and he supposed he was only hurting himself in the long run. That one day, when Sophia finally found a man to stay with, he would have no choice but to allow himself to be pushed out of the picture. Because every word he said to Sophia was true; all of his teasing, cheeky comments still clung to the underlying adoration he still felt for her. But he wouldn't lose her now, not after playing cool all these years.
But sometimes he wondered. Sophia never seemed to like the women he dated, and she got a certain look in her eye whenever he mentioned an upcoming date. And soon after he introduced the two women, one would almost immediately make a flight for the hills. And it was never Sophia. In those situations, he couldn't help but smile slightly -- they were so alike, and despite their situation, and the inability of anything to move past the point of friendship, it gave him a certain satisfaction that she cared so much about him. He had pulled the same trick before, and often. He enjoyed, especially, showing up at her apartment early in the morning on Sunday with breakfast (sadly, only enough for himself and Sophia) -- giving any man who'd spent the night a nasty surprise. But he could never quite brush off the jealously that rose when he and Sophia went out; the way the green envy crept over him when she was dancing on the floor with another man's hands on her waist. The worst part was when she left with them. That stinging feeling he felt when she took another man home; someone who wasn't fit, in his mind, to shine her shoes. He tried to avoid the reverse situation himself, but some nights, while Sophia was dancing away, he would drink -- and in turn take some sultry woman home to soothe the cruel punch of reality. Still, he knew how irked it made the men who looked Sophia's way, to see him standing beside her. He always watched over her, and had trouble not laughing when potential suitors gave him the evil eye; expecting Sophia to throw away their friendship. At least he'd never have to worry on that front. He could never imagine her tossing him aside, she wasn't like that. No, in a way, the two of them were a package deal. It was just the way things were.
He half wondered what would have happened if she had called him last night. He would have left Joanna Gray in half a heartbeat, as bad as that made him look, he wasn't bothered by it. But he'd been drunk enough to try some of his earlier notions, so it was probably all for the best he'd stayed away. Who knows what they might have been doing back at her apartment. Of course, he was curious, but not curious enough to risk what they had.
Alexander couldn't help but smile wickedly at her seductive look; women fell for his charms with ease, but he'd only ever employed their full use on Sophia when they first met. There were nights when she'd been drunk, and he'd had to carry her to her bed, but he'd never imagine taking advantage of that. Hell, there had been similar nights when she'd had to help him up the stairs, and dump him on his couch. They were a team. A team with a fondness for alcohol and fun . . . but it was a good team.
"Alexander you didn't."
He dropped his eyes in playful shame -- but it was easy to see he was embarrassed about the whole thing, "I did," he assured, meeting her gaze again with the hint of another smirk. He lightly drummed his fingers on the tabletop, smiling at the sound of her laughter, "At least she didn't slap me, I'm sure I deserved it," he chuckled, that playfully devilish gleam again aglow in his smoldering dark eyes.
"You know, she could have tied you up and had her way with you last night."
Alexander arched a brow, a hint amusement in his voice when he spoke, "You would know," he teased, raising his mug to take another sip of his coffee -- laughing quietly at her take on the situation. "You, my dear, have a wicked imagination," he said, feigning seriousness. But the grin cracked again on his face when he leaned forward across the table, "If she did though, my career will be ruined and I'll be forced to go somewhere else . . . I think I should just stay with you. I don't think I'd look good sitting next to a cardboard box on the street," he said, "So I'll just move in with you, and we can explore that wicked mind of your's." He winked at her, the words and the actions coming easy as always; because that was their way. He half imagined how that would look when they were both old and wrinkled; because he couldn't imagine his life without Sophia -- they would be the two elderly patrons sitting in this very booth, cracking jokes and engaging in flirtatious banter.
He leaned back again, elbows resting on the table, "I'm taking you out this Saturday. I don't need a repeat of this weekend," he said, sending her a lazy smile, a quizzical look in his eye. They always had fun when they went out. They partied on Saturday, and Sunday nursed their hangovers at this very cafe.
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Sophia Charles
Leo ♌
Posts: 32
Age: Twenty-eight
Occupation: Cosmopolitan Magazine Entertainment Editor
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Caitlin
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Post by Sophia Charles on Jun 15, 2013 14:31:42 GMT
Sophia never felt too badly about disliking all of the women Alexander dated. It wasn't like Alexander made it easy for Sophia to date. Most of the men that Sophia did go out with for more than a single date often felt incredibly jealous of her gorgeous best friend. If they were lucky enough to make it to a fourth or fifth date and frequented Sophia's apartment and began going out with her and her friends, they often began to hate Alexander and his presence. It was usually the end of things. Sophia would never part with Alexander and she always made that perfectly clear when they first broached the topic. However, they never could quite get over the fact that Alexander was first and foremost in her life. They would start it with just not understanding how or why her best friend was male and it would rapidly work into them being incredibly jealous. Most of the time things ended with Sophia simply declaring she would never, ever stop hanging out with Alexander and then insisting - or screaming in her face - that Alexander wanted in her pants.
Sophia didn't believe any of that. If Alexander had truly felt that way about her, he would have made it clear by now. Perhaps when they had first met, several years ago. But now, Sophia was sure that Alexander was enjoying life as a single man. She was sure that he wanted only to be her friend. And she was also sure that was what she wanted.. Right? Looking across the small café table, Sophia couldn't help but smile when her eyes met his. Despite all the drama that often surrounded their friendship, they never let it affect them. They could never seem to date seriously because the fact that they were so close always got in the way. However, it didn't seem like either of them cared much about it. Sophia loved Alexander dearly as a person. She refused to not have him be part of her life. If he said tomorrow that he was going to stop seeing her for whatever reason, Sophia would be absolutely devastated.
His story continued to make her chuckle softly. He was probably right. He did deserved to be slapped. Sophia knew that if she had gone home with someone as scrumptious looking as Alexander expecting a wild and sexual night and the guy ended up passing out, she would be thoroughly pissed off. For Sophia, she would be unhappy due to feeling inadequate. Despite the level of drink, Sophia felt that she should be attractive enough to swerve any guy in her direction. It was one of her flaws. She felt she could do anything most of the time and that she deserved whatever she pleased. The world didn't always abide to her demands, and it led to a rather pissed off Sophia, something that most people would want to shy away from. "You deserved it, you bad man you."
Snickering, she shifted positions to cross both arms and place them lightly on the table, leaning her body forward towards his infectious smile. Sophia was struck by the most random of thoughts at times, and she couldn't help but let her eyes linger across his face. His eyes were always the main focus of her gaze, but today she hesitated on his lips, feeling a slight flutter in her stomach as she mind conjured up a set of images that she would never, ever admit to seeing. Yet she couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. She had witnessed him with other women on the dance floor or at the bar. Sophia had seen him kiss several women before. It always sent her into a fit of inward jealousy. However, she could tell that clearly Alexander knew what he was doing. Just looking at him from across the table and observing the way he playfully flirted, Sophia was positive that this man knew how to kiss. On top of that, she was sure he additionally knew his way around the bedroom. It made her feel curious, so incredibly curious. Some days she was so overwhelmed with wonder that she had to leave the room with the excuse of needing to use the restroom or something else that was as equally lame. Sophia just couldn't understand it, but some days she felt the need to feel his lips on her own.
It had to be a natural feeling. It was likely to happen, considering they were the opposite sex and they were both attractive people. There was bound to be a bit of underlying sexual tension and curiosity about what it would feel like. Shaking the thoughts off, Sophia concentrated once again on his eyes, feeling only a bit less curious because those eyes were also seductive and dreamy.
Sophia nodded as he recounted the consequences of her imaginative storyline. She couldn't image how hard it would be to live with him and be around him every second of the day. She would love it, of course. Sophia wouldn't for a moment be bored. They would become even more close. However, Sophia wouldn't know how to control herself at all hours. She could just picture him coming out of the shower and walking around the apartment with only a flimsy towel wrapped around his waist. That was all it took for her to quickly get lost in a fantasy once again. Forcing herself to focus back in on the conversation at hand, she responded to his suggestion. "You can only move in if you promise to only be partially clothed at least seventy-five percent of the time." Pausing, she smiled back at him, countering his flirtatiousness. "We could do it." Leaning back once again in her chair, she took the final sip of her coffee, savoring the last bit of caffeine.
He spoke again, and she couldn't have agreed more with his statement. She refused to spend next Saturday without him, especially after the diaster her last night had been. Well, his night had been a disaster. Hers had just been incredibly boring and dull. Sophia found she was incapable of having a great time unless Alexander was with her. He was truly her partner in crime. "Sounds like a date." Pausing, she smirked at him, one hand playing causally with her hair. "I'm all yours."
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ALEXANDER STARK
Leo ♌
Posts: 7
Age: Twenty-nine
Occupation: CEO
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Sky
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Post by ALEXANDER STARK on Jun 16, 2013 4:49:11 GMT
Alexander had always been a flirt. He knew the signs, he knew when to strike -- but the fact that he did it all so effortlessly, that's what really turned women's heads. Sure, that had been the most fun during college, when his arrogance had been at it's peak, but the college years were the ones where he'd finally broken out from the wealthy sphere he'd been brought up in. Before he'd met Sophia, he'd been a different person. Still a wily, flirtatious smartass, but more polished. There was something in the air of a wealthy, important person that Alexander had lost; and he didn't miss it. He didn't miss being dragged to lawn parties at crisp white mansions where the liquor was watered down, pretending to be part of the picture-perfect family. He was actually his family's biggest disappointment. He did have a knack for business, but that was the only reason they kept him around. He had become everything they weren't; he liked to drink, he liked to go to bars, he liked flirting his way through a crowd -- he liked doing what he pleased. Now, no one even bothered to tell him no.
No was all the more encouragement to break the rules.
But there was no denying the world he'd been brought up in. Sophia had grown up in the same situation; and in that regard, they were then again proven to be very much alike. Alexander had money, he didn't need to work -- or hadn't needed to, originally. He stepped up to the plate after the crash; but even before then, he'd always been stubborn. He didn't take his parents' money, he'd put himself through college, and everything he owned was undeniably his. The only thing he had splurged on in his entire life was a boat. He'd fallen in love with the ocean as a kid, and at twenty-two, he'd purchased a large sailboat. Even now, years later, he still looked after it with the same determined devotion. He didn't share it with many people -- he saw it as his escape, but he got Sophia on that boat as much as he could. There was something about taking her out on the water; out there, no stupid, handsome fools could whisk her away. He had her all too himself; he warned himself of the line between them, he'd never deny he was a selfish human being. Because it was too true.
His playful remarks had always rung with truth though, after all these years. He still wondered what it would be like to kiss her, to wake up beside her. It was dangerous curiosity. But if she ever changed her mind, he was always there. He had always assumed she'd known that. Well, maybe that was entirely true. The way he sometimes looked at her, though, she had to know -- right? The way he liked to lean close sometimes, their lips just inches apart, his eyes just wondering at the softness of her's. That was actually one of his favorite tricks to pull, when he felt men were getting to comfortable around her. Every once and a while, too, he'd peck her on the cheek; never enough to satisfy his curiosity, or the want he felt in his chest occasionally, but not enough to cross that blurred line that had always existed between them, either.
He didn't know what he'd do if he ever took it too far, and lost her forever. He couldn't imagine his life without her smile, her laughter, her unpredictable mood swings. She was a bright splash of color in his life; the one person he could always count on to have a good time with. He was surrounded day in and day out by commercial stiffs and tight-lipped old men. And people, like his parents, who liked to flaunt their money in ridiculous displays. He hated it all; sometimes he just wanted to run away. Or maybe sail away. But he'd need to take Sophia with him to ever consider it. What would he do without his lovely best friend? The world at his fingertips seemed dull if she was not there beside him, laughing and pointing the way forward.
"You deserved it, you bad man you."
Alexander smiled that crooked smile of his, a daring spark in his dark eyes, "Maybe you should punish me," he mused, tapping his fingers along the tabletop. But she was leaning forwards, and like responding to gravity, he leaned on his elbows, with their faces inches apart. If it was ever hard to control himself around Sophia, it was especially difficult to maintain his composure this close to her. His eyes slipped to her lips, and not for the first time, he wondered what it would feel like to kiss her. He quickly shifted his attention back to her eyes, surprised her own gaze had slipped -- but . . . it was nothing. Alexander forced himself to lean back and took a sip of his coffee, glancing out the window at the pedestrians and cars creeping lazily by; but it was useless. His attention was inevitably returned to the young woman across from him; thinking on his friends. They all thought Sophia was hot, of course, and were convinced that they'd slept together. They were sure he had the perfect relationship going; one that involved no commitments. Because, if he wasn't sleeping with her, well what the hell was he doing? Alexander had few friends, and most of them were shallow like that, but sometimes he couldn't help but wonder. What was he doing? Actually, what were they doing? They flirted, they got along, they shared the same interests . . . there was no doubt they weren't attracted to each other. And they were extremely protective and defensive of one another. And yet they were only friends. But it was for precisely that reason that Alexander couldn't risk losing Sophia; if they ever did date, and it didn't work out, everything would be awkward and ruined . . . maybe it wouldn't, but the thought of anything but this easygoing, cheeky conversation irked him. It was ridiculously complicated. Which was why Alexander preferred not to think about it. He chose to enjoy what they had, and go with the flow.
And it wasn't like Sophia didn't chase off his potential girlfriends either. He hadn't been in a real relationship in a solid few years. The lasted, well, until the girl met Sophia. The more cowardly ones took off after meeting his firecracker of a best friend; the more assertive ones seethed with jealousy. Alexander didn't really mind, though -- he was happy with Sophia being the only woman in his life, even if it wasn't like that. Comparing every other woman to her was a bad habit, but it was certainly difficult to break. Even if he'd never actually tried to break it.
He quietly regarded her as she thought over what he had said; and he smirked. Living with Sophia would be interesting, in the very least. He would love it. But, his thoughts mirrored her's, to an extent. If they wanted to maintain what they had, something like that could never work. Even though his heart sped a little faster in his chest at the thought of her walking around half-dressed. He had to laugh at what she said, his dark eyes smoldering with that trademark look of his. He leaned back against the booth, cocking a dark brow at her, "What, you can't handle this?" he asked, motioning down the length of his body. He couldn't help but grin, feeling a sense of satisfaction.
"We could do a lot of things," he replied, ignoring the flush that suddenly appeared on their waitress's face as she strode by -- no doubt eavesdropping. And apparently enjoying his seductive tone.
"Sounds like a date."
Alexander smiled, pleased to know they would be spending next Saturday together. He tried to brush off the fact that she might leave him again; stranded at the bar when she took off to go home to some man's bed. He could look past it, anyway, they always had a good time. Even when he awoke to a massive headache and a hell of a hang over, he usually didn't regret the nights he spent out on the town with Sophia. "I have one condition; you don't let me go home with anyone, I don't need a repeat of last night," he laughed softly.
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Sophia Charles
Leo ♌
Posts: 32
Age: Twenty-eight
Occupation: Cosmopolitan Magazine Entertainment Editor
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Caitlin
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Post by Sophia Charles on Jun 19, 2013 15:43:18 GMT
Alexander speaking the word punish and moving towards her was a deadly combination. She could think of several ways to 'punish' him. However, Sophia did her best to push them back into her subconscious, far, far away. She had done enough hallucinating for the day. It was so damn hard to not daydream when there was a perfect male specimen sitting directly in front of her. As much as she was trying to not allowing her mind to drink into naughty situations, her words slipped out before she could even think about them. "I think you need a spanking." It was commonplace conversation between the two of them, but for some reason she was affected more so today than she normally was. Something about the way he looked was attracting her beyond normal expectations. She smirked after she said the words, forcing her head to focus on him sitting in front of her and not an erotic fantasy involving spanking in the fun sense of the word. Whatever had gotten into her this morning was really rather entertaining.
Although Sophia was always a bit on the wild side, Alexander really brought out her most rebellious characteristics. When they were together there were no rules. They were always the life of the party. It was always a great time, and not only did she enjoy it, but most of their other friends loved being around them. Alexander was a natural, and Sophia really lit up in his presence. She was fun on her own, but when she was with him, it was an all out party. They had gotten into several troublesome situations in the past. They always came out of them on top. They easily talked their way out of trouble. They were a dynamic duo, always double the trouble.
When she was dating other guys, Sophia found her flirtatious banter never came as easily as it did with Alexander. The words just fell out of her mouth when she was with him. For example, the spanking comment. She wouldn't imagine saying something so, well, naughtily sexual to any other guy she had dated. She hadn't even thought of it before it came flying out of her mouth with Alexander, however, She wasn't sure what it was, but the flirting was so damn natural with Alexander. Sophia knew that they had pure and undeniable chemistry, but she wasn't entirely sure that she understood the true power of said attraction. For one day she wished she could observe them from an outsider's point of view. Her girl friends often said that they behaved like a couple. They always raved about how perfect the two of them were together. They were a power couple, the couple that everyone else was jealous of. They were attractive, successful, and so in tune with one another. Sophia didn't see it that way, as much as everyone told her it was so. To her, Alexander was the most perfect man. However, she knew that they weren't together, and it confused her that others saw them as a couple.
Alexander continued his flirtatious chatting and Sophia caught sight of the waitress as she strode by. Not bothering to conceal her amusement, Sophia burst out laughing, covering her mouth in a rare attempt to at least appear somewhat ladylike. The people around them had to think they were crazy, or on crack. Either one was quite possible. It was clear that the passing waitress had gotten quite flustered by Alexander's words, and it made her feel slightly protective. However, she contemplated on the fact that she was the one sitting with this gorgeous man, not the waitress. Alexander was hers. It was her approach to anyone he was dating. Sophia felt that she had possession of Alexander. Most of his girlfriends weren't too fond of such an attitude, and frankly, Sophia didn't care.
"Are you trying to turn on every woman in this place?" She paused, an eyebrow raised playfully. "Because I think it's working." Laughing again more softly, she continued. "Including myself." Of course she had to add the last part. It was second nature. Her words came off naturally seductive, even if she wasn't trying to be. Pulling all of her hair over one shoulder, her hands played with it gently, keeping herself occupied now that she had finished with her coffee. And it helped her from wanting to touch him.
Even though they were calling it a date, Sophia knew that it would be the same as the nights when they always went out. It wasn't actually a date, date. She couldn't imagine going on a real date with Alexander. For some reason, it made her feel slightly nervous. Attempting to block the sudden flutter of butterflies from her stomach, she focused back on the fun Saturday evening they were planning. At his words she playfully pouted, continuing to twist her long hair around her finger. "Well what about me?" Pausing, she continued to play the pouting card. "You don't want to go home with me?"
He would know that she was merely playing, but it was all in good fun. The evening would probably end with them sleeping in the same apartment, whether it be hers or his. It was easier that way. They were usually highly intoxicated, and it was easier for them to get to one place together versus going home to two separate places. Alexander usually never let her travel home completely alone. She enjoyed that protective nature he had with her. She found herself anxiously looking forward to the weekend despite that fact that they still had a full work week to get through before it could be enjoyed.
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ALEXANDER STARK
Leo ♌
Posts: 7
Age: Twenty-nine
Occupation: CEO
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Sky
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Post by ALEXANDER STARK on Jun 19, 2013 18:35:14 GMT
Alexander grinned, his dark eyebrows arching in mischievous amusement. "Sophia," he shook his head in mock disappointment, clicking his tongue in a judgmental fashion, "We're in a public place. I know it's hard, but try to restrain yourself," he mused, shooting her a wicked smile. He winked at her before plucking some of those little jam packets from the side rack on the table -- he began to build a tower with them, distracting himself from the idea of . . . Sophia. That was hard to manage when she was sitting only a few feet from him. "And you think I'm the one who needs a spanking . . . at least I can behave myself," he added, looking up from his condiment construction to flash her a smile. It was just easy to be around Sophia, this banter they always had was natural and effortless, and he couldn't imagine it any other way. They couldn't have a serious conversation . . . it always became a playful snowball fight of flirting. It was like they challenged each other to take it farther with every cheeky comment, and if it was anything, it was never boring. People always just assumed they were a couple; and when they discovered otherwise, they just became confused. His parents had said before that it was only a matter of time before they were married. But of course they were annoyed with the idea.
His family were the stereotypical snobs of the wealthy world. They were all about traditional things, and money. And while Sophia came from money, and was successful, they disapproved of her behavior. They just knew things, even though he barely saw them. But hell, they disapproved of his behavior. He was the black sheep of his family, but they still expected him to make the family look good with some million dollar wedding to some high class heiress. For Alexander, that wasn't likely in the cards. Neither was brushing off Sophia. She was his partner in crime, what would he do without her? He had abandoned his little tower and rested his chin in his hand, eyeing Sophia with fond curiosity. His beautiful best friend. It was so easy to forget that line -- between friendship and what existed on the other side of their casual flirtations. Like today, more than usual, he found Sophia's playful tone horribly irresistible. Sometimes he had to remind himself that it wasn't real. Because if it was . . . well, they wouldn't be just friends, would they?
But ever a smooth-talker, Alexander never spoke so freely with other women. They would actually probably enjoy it, but it was something that didn't feel right if it wasn't Sophia he was talking to. They brought out each other's boldness, that was true. They'd talked their way out of so many situations; they always seemed to know what the other was thinking in those moments. It was just effortless. A lot of people believed you had to work at relationships, but for them it just came. It was just the fact that Alexander had to occasionally remind himself that it was just friendship. That was especially hard when they went out together, and Alexander had to push back that possessive, protective feeling he always felt for Sophia. He couldn't foil every man's plot to get into Sophia's bed, but he certainly tried. But what he hated most were the men who just wanted to use her; he knew she just loved to have fun, but it irked him. They looked at her like she was a piece of meet, and it just bothered him. It was not his place to say so, though, but Alexander would always be there, watching out for her. He never let her go home alone, and when she did leave with a guy -- well, Alexander's expressions were promising. If anything happened to her . . . well, they got the message.
At her start of laughter, Alexander glanced to the right and caught the waitress eyeing him -- he winked, feeling completely mischievous this morning. But he laughed with Sophia. Unfortunately, no woman was enough to tear him from their Sunday morning together.
"Are you trying to turn on every woman in this place?"
Alexander smirked, his dark gaze full of trouble, "Sweetheart, that's my goal whenever I walk into a room," he replied. Actually, he was quite oblivious to the other women sitting in the cafe. Like always, Sophia had ensnared his full attention. Everyone else became dull in comparison when she walked into a room. As she continued, a coy look of surprise flickered across his face, "Oh, really? We could remedy that," he answered. The farther they went, the harder it was to stifle the thoughts his imagination was stirring up. No wonder the two of them were single. He couldn't imagine if one of them was dating, and they continued to speak to each other like this. It was impossible not to. Even the way they looked at each other . . . well, it would be hard to explain that combination. The "We're just friends" excuse probably got really old really fast.
"You don't want to go home with me?"
He seemed to get more serious at her pout, leaning across the table, he gently took her free hand in both of his -- his eyes revealing his mischief. "Are you anyone? No. But you'd kick me out on the couch anyway, wouldn't you?" he asked, his fingers absently playing with her hand as he gazed towards her. There was a playful smile on his face; easy and effortless, as always.
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