Sophia’s pov

“Why are you not wearing a bra?” Voss murmured again, his voice low and rough like gravel as his eyes stayed locked on my chest where my hard dark nipples poked obvious and stiff against the sheer white gown.

I glanced quickly toward the kitchen where Mom had disappeared, her voice still chatting away on the phone, then I stepped closer to him and hissed under my breath, keeping it quiet but sharp enough to cut. 

“Keep quiet, what the hell is happening here Doctor Voss. How the fuck are you standing in my house right now calling yourself my new dad. This can’t be real. You had...