SOPHIA'S LIFE

"Well, I just wanted a drink away from the prying eyes," Bruce smiled faintly.

"You and me both," She sighed.

"Is everything alright?" Bruce asked.

"Nope. Nothing is alright. My mom is suffering from kidney failure and my brother got into a drug mess last week, still running around with his case. And I'm busting my ass trying to make a living. Haaa... I just wanted to drink and forget all my worries for a while," Sophia sighed.

Bruce remained silent, listening to her rants.

"Sorry, you must be tired of listening to this shit," She laughed dryly.

"No, it's fine," Bruce smiled.

Sophia took a sip from the glass and closed her eyes, enjoying the taste. After that, she glanced at Bruce and asked, "What about you? What are you doing here in Metropolis?"

"Nothing. Just came to enjoy my time," Bruce smiled.

Sophia nodded and drank another gulp.

"Are you from Metropolis?" Bruce asked.

"Originally from Star City, but after losing my job, moved to Metropolis and opened a baking shop, though that's struggling too. Well, at least the money I made from modeling is enough to feed us," Sophia laughed.

Bruce's eyes widened a bit, "Model? You? Really?"

"Well, cosplay model," She blushed lightly.

"Oh," Bruce smiled faintly and sipped his drink.

"Why? Didn't think I had the looks?" She frowned.

"No, you look beautiful. It's just that, usually, models are arrogant and so full of themselves, never thought someone who models cosplays could be humble like you," Bruce shrugged.

Sophia's face turned red at the sudden compliment and then she narrowed her eyes and asked, "How many models do you know? Wait! Considering you are Bruce Wayne, I'm pretty sure you've slept with most of them, huh?"

"Tsk tsk, you really think of me like that? And no, I've never dated or slept with models, too busy trying to make the world a better place."

"Yeah, right, Mr. Wayne. World peacemaker, philanthropist, billionaire, playboy. There's no way someone like you could stay celibate for long," Sophia chuckled as she ordered a couple of vodka shots.

Bruce shook his head and smiled helplessly seeing her drinking habits.

"What? Can't handle a couple of shots?" Sophia teased.

Bruce smirked and replied, "I can drink three times more than you, you know?"

"I'd have liked to make a bet, but I don't have enough money to buy more than a few shots or have anything to put up for bet. Guess you're safe for now," Sophia smiled bitterly.

Bruce called the server and whispered something to her, Sophia couldn't hear what he said, but a moment later the server came back with a big tray of vodka and Tequila shots. Sophia was dumbfounded for a second before glancing back at Bruce who just shrugged.

"Ohh! So you are buying?" She grinned.

"Sure, why not? A beautiful lady like you should be smiling more and not worried all the time," Bruce smiled.

Sophia's cheeks turned red hearing him, she lowered her head and downed the first shot quickly, "You are on, Mr. Wayne."

The next thirty minutes passed with Bruce and Sophia drinking contest, and Bruce won.

"Cheater! You are cheating," She pouted cutely as she leaned on the table. Her face was flushed with redness. She was clearly drunk.

"As long as no one finds out it's fine, isn't it?" Bruce smirked.

"Well, a win is a win."

Sophia's phone rang all of a sudden, she picked it up and yelled, "WHAT?! NO! I keep telling you to stop calling me from jail. You fucked up, grow some balls and face it like a man. No! What? Stop crying like a baby. You should have thought things through. Where were you when I was busting my ass to earn for the family? Oh! I know, you were fucking busy dealing drugs. So, zip it, and don't call me back again."

Sophia angrily cut the call and slammed the phone on the table.

"Your brother?" Bruce asked.

"Yep, arrested for drug possession. In my childhood, I admired him. He was like a hero to me. But he tried to take the shortcut to success by joining a drug gang. And now, as I said before, he is locked up. The cops said that they would provide us with a lawyer since I can't afford one and in the coming weeks, let's see what happens," Sophia drank another glass while laughing dryly.

After a moment of silence, she looked at her wristwatch, "Well, it's already late." She glanced up at Bruce, "Would you mind giving me a lift to my apartment, Mr. Wayne?" She asked, her head felt a little dizzy after all the drinks.

"No problem," Bruce stood up and helped her with her handbag as they walked toward his car.

"32 Wilson Avenue, second building," She mumbled her address as Bruce helped her get into the car.

While driving Sophia leaned over on Bruce's shoulder and hugged his arm. Bruce's body stiffened for a second but he eased up afterward. After the long ride, they finally stopped near her apartment.

"That's my apartment," She left the car and staggered toward the gate, swaying side to side while holding the iron rail to climb up.

Bruce rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed. He got out of the car, locked it, and hurried behind Sophia, who almost fell down due to the drinks. He supported her and helped her get inside.

The apartment was small, the walls were covered in a painting of blue-glazed pottery; the front room and dining table had no decoration; and the kitchen cabinets had signs of repairs on the door corners. Bruce carefully placed Sophia on the sofa bed that was also used as a dining table and sleeping area.

He helped Sophia off her shoes and unbuttoned her blouse a little, while Sophia tried to remove her skirt. Unfortunately, she struggled, "Ha Ha, I can't. Can't," she kept repeating in a loud drunken voice.

"Pfff..." Bruce couldn't hold in his laughter as she continued her failed attempt.

"Let me help you," Bruce smirked and with dexterous movements, took her clothes off easily. She was only in her underwear when he laid her on the bed, while Sophia grabbed the comforter and hugged it tightly.

"Goodnight, beautiful lady. Have pleasant dreams," He whispered and caressed her forehead and was about to turn and leave when her hand grabbed his. He turned around.

"You know, most men would have taken advantage of this situation... A drunk lady in her underwear in a bed. But you are really a gentleman and didn't even touch or do anything? Weird... Super weird? But I think I'm the weird one to let a man into my apartment in the middle of the night. You know, this is the first time we ever met and I still let you in. But, maybe because you feel safe, familiar, and trustworthy. Maybe I'm a good judge of people and my heart knows you, I don't know," She began to speak nonstop. She's aware of her situation, but she's also drunk.

"Well, being too trusting can harm people too," Bruce frowned.

"I know, but, like I said, you feel different. Something's... off. Like in a good way, you know. That's why, I want to tell you a big secret... You want to know? Huh? You want to know?" she spoke slowly.

Bruce nodded and sat at the edge of the bed, beside Sophia as her hand remained clamped to his hand.

"I've never been with a man, like ever in my life. I'm 28, you know, how hard is that? Work, work, and more work, you see what a bitch fate can be. And I like a stupid girl, kept my virginity intact. Oh, yeah. This 28-year-old woman, who's past her prime, is still a virgin and you know what? Fuck it, my virginity belongs to whom it's supposed to belong to." She breathed.

"Me, no... That doesn't feel right," She scrunched her nose and held her head. She didn't notice Bruce's slightly wide eyes.

Sophia caressed her tummy and massaged her breast with her other hand, "But I wouldn't trade these for a big house or an expensive car. Huh, the alcohol, it's making it worse. But yes, I'd still trade it for love. I'd rather be alone and free, and happy than living in a big house filled with fake people, plastic smiles, and plastic marriages."

Bruce nodded.

"If you want, we can have sex. Why not, you are a handsome guy and you also like me, I mean you helped me so far, right? And also you would also need the feeling of a woman and the release. I don't know what it is about you, but I like you. Oh, no need to feel pressure or think that I'm trying to take advantage of you since you are rich and all. But Fuck! I'm so horny and frustrated... I just need a good fuck I think. Heheh... And there I was babbling about love and all. Does this make me a slut?" She tilted her head and looked at Bruce innocently, not knowing what was going on in his head as her eyelids kept closing every so often.

"You are drunk and should get some rest," Bruce replied.

"What I need is a big cock, right now. So, be a man and fuck me hard. I'm drunk and you won't get a better opportunity than this," Sophia muttered and pulled the comforters away, revealing her panty as she opened her shirt. She looked seductive. Bruce was also slightly tempted but seeing her drunken state, he could not bring himself to act on his desire.

Bruce leaned forward, "No. I won't fuck you in your condition. But..." He pressed his lips to hers in a deep and fiery kiss. He parted his lips from her, "That's all I can give you right now. So..."

Sophia's body stumbled back as he helped her lay down slowly...

"...for now... Sleep..."

"You are a good man, Mr. Wayne... Well... What a nice kiss..." Sophia fell asleep.

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