The next morning, I woke up before Lexi and lay there watching her sleep, her hair spread across the pillow, her face peaceful and relaxed. In a few days, we'd have to face Giselle's trial and whatever media circus it might bring. But right now, in this quiet moment, everything felt perfect.My phone buzzed on the nightstand. A text from Gregory."Sir, the prosecution wants to meet with you tomorrow morning to prepare for your testimony. 9 AM at the courthouse."I looked at Lexi, still sleeping peacefully, and made a decision. I typed back quickly."Make it 11 AM. And clear my schedule for the rest of the week. I won't be coming into the office until after the trial.""Sir? Are you certain? The Morrison deal requires your attention—""The Morrison deal can wait. Some things are more important than business."After I sent the text, I slipped out of bed carefully, trying not to wake Lexi, and went downstairs to make coffee. Through the kitchen window, I could see an elderly man next doo
I woke up in Lucian's arms as sunlight streamed through the bedroom windows. For a moment, I forgot where I was. This wasn't his penthouse with its floor-to-ceiling windows and marble surfaces. This was his secret house, with its simple white walls and the sound of birds chirping outside."Good morning," he murmured against my hair, his voice rough with sleep."Good morning." I turned in his arms to face him, studying his face in the morning light. Without his usual perfectly styled hair and expensive clothes, he looked younger, more relaxed."I have to ask you something," I said, trailing my finger along his jawline."Anything.""Are you really going to give up your penthouse for this place?"He was quiet for a moment, thinking. "I don't know. Maybe not give it up entirely, but I want this to be home. Our home, if you want it to be.""It's not very big," I pointed out, looking around the modest bedroom."Do we need it to be big?"I thought about my tiny apartment with its creaky floo
I drove Lexi to a part of the city she'd never seen before, a quiet neighborhood with tree-lined streets and modest houses with front porches. She looked around with curiosity as I pulled into the driveway of a small, two-story house with blue shutters and a garden that was trying its best to look respectable."Where are we?" she asked."This is mine," I said, feeling suddenly nervous. "I bought it six months ago, but I haven't told anyone about it. Not Gregory, not my board, not even my aunt."She stared at the house, then at me. "You bought a house and didn't tell anyone?""I needed somewhere to go that wasn't connected to Cross Media or my public life. Somewhere I could just... be."We got out of the car and walked up the front path. The house was small compared to my penthouse, probably built in the 1940s, with hardwood floors and built-in bookshelves and windows that actually opened."It's perfect," Lexi said, looking around the living room with wonder. "It's so... normal.""That
Three weeks later, I was sitting cross-legged on my apartment floor, wearing paint-stained jeans and an old college t-shirt, helping my student Emma sound out the word butterfly for the third time."But-ter-fly," she said slowly, her little finger tracing under each syllable in the book."Perfect!" I clapped my hands. "You're getting so good at this."Emma beamed at me with a gap-toothed smile. She was seven years old and had been struggling with reading since kindergarten. But over the past few weeks, I'd watched her confidence grow with each small victory.My phone buzzed on the coffee table. A text from Lucian."How's reading time going? Marcus just finished his first chapter book. He's so proud he wants to call his mom at work to tell her."I smiled, typing back. "Emma just read 'butterfly' without help. Small wins are the best wins.""Want to celebrate with dinner? I know a place that serves the greasiest burgers in the city." He replied."Are you trying to seduce me with terribl
I stood on the sidewalk long after the cab’s taillights disappeared, replaying every moment of our conversation. For the first time since I'd met her, I felt like I'd actually seen the real woman, not the carefully constructed version she'd been presenting, but the person underneath.And I was completely, utterly in love with her.The drive back to my penthouse gave me time to think about everything she'd told me. Her love of terrible reality TV, her dream of teaching, the literacy center where she volunteered. How had I missed all of these essential parts of who she was?Because I hadn't asked, I realized. I'd been so focused on impressing her, on showing her my world, that I'd never bothered to really explore hers.When I got home, I poured myself a drink and sat in my study, but instead of reviewing contracts or checking emails like I usually did, I found myself thinking about park rangers and mountain cabins.Had I really wanted that life once? It seemed impossible now, sitting in
I drive back home that evening, excited. But will things work out well this time? Something always comes up.After work the next day, I got a message from Lucian to meet up.I looked at myself in the mirror and saw someone I recognized. Not the polished woman who'd been gracing charity galas and exclusive restaurants and pretending to love them, but the real Lexi Carter. The one who'd been hiding underneath all the silk and diamonds.Lucian had texted me the address of a small diner on the outskirts of town. When I arrived, I found him sitting in a corner booth, looking as nervous as I felt. He was wearing jeans and a simple button-down shirt instead of his usual expensive suits, and somehow he looked younger, and more approachable."Hi," I said, sliding into the seat across from him."Hi." He smiled, but I could see the uncertainty in his eyes. "Thank you for coming.""Thank you for suggesting this place. It's perfect." I smiled.And it was. The diner was small and old, with cracked