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CHAPTER 23: CAUGHT BETWEEN
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2026-04-19 05:42:55
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FALLING FOR MY MOM’S FIANCÉ CHAPTER 23: CAUGHT BETWEEN
Maya“Smells like heaven in here,” Noah says as he walks in, the scent of fresh coffee filling the room. He leans in to press a soft kiss to my cheek before setting the paper bag down. “And I brought backup… blueberry muffins from that place on State Street you love.”I grin, sliding a stack of pancakes onto a plate. “You spoil me.”“Only because you deserve it.” He wraps his arms around my waist from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder as I flip the last pancake. “How’d that late session go last night? You seemed pretty stressed when you texted me.”I freeze for half a second before forcing myself to relax. The late-night session with Philip, I think, pushing the memory of his hand brushing mine, the way his eyes had held mine in his dark office. “Fine. I'm just wrapping up the final details for Project Phoenix. Philip is… particular about branding.”Noah nods, pulling away to grab plates. “I get it. He’s your boss, and he’s also… well, he’s going to be family soon. Must be weird
FALLING FOR MY MOM’S FIANCÉ CHAPTER 22: THE BOYFRIEND
MayaThe elevator doors slide shut, sealing me away from Philip…and the raw, tangled mess of want and regret hanging in his office, before I can second-guess myself. My hands are still shaking as I fumble my phone out of my pocket, staring at Noah’s name glowing on the screen. We need to talk. Now.My thumb hovers over the call button for a beat, my mind replaying the feel of Philip’s breath against my skin, the way his thumb brushed my lip like he owned it. But I press dial anyway. It rings once, twice, before he picks up.“Maya?” His voice is warm, steady…exactly the opposite of the chaos in my head. “Where are you? I’ve been waiting to hear from you.”“I’m leaving work now,” I say, stepping out into the cool night air as the elevator reaches the lobby. “I just saw your message. Is everything okay?”“I just missed you,” he says, and I can hear the soft smile in his tone. “And I feel like we haven’t really connected lately. You’ve been so wrapped up in work. How about I meet you at
FALLING FOR MY MOM’S FIANCÉ CHAPTER 21: THE LIE WE TELL OURSELVES
MayaIt’s almost nine o’clock, and the building has long since emptied out. The only sound is the clicking of my heels against the floor and the distant hum of the city outside. The security guard gives me a sympathetic nod, but I barely see him.My phone rings… Chloe. I pick up, “hey Babe… I'm stuck with Philip and reminding myself I have a boyfriend.”Chloe: Girl, you are walking on thin ice. You can’t keep doing this back-and-forth forever. It’s going to blow up in your face.I lean against the wall of the lobby, pressing the phone tighter to my ear. “I know. I know it’s wrong. But Chloe… when he looks at me, I forget my own name. I forget who he is. I forget everything.”Chloe: I know the chemistry is insane, Maya. I get it. But you have Noah. He's good, solis and safe. You have your mom who is planning a wedding. You need to talk to Philip. Seriously. You need to set boundaries, or you are going to lose everything.“You’re right,” I whisper. “I should go talk to him. Right now. C
FALLING FOR MY MOM’S FIANCÉ CHAPTER 20: THE CONFESSION
MayaThe presentation goes off without a hitch…almost. The team responds well to the Project Phoenix mockups, nodding along as I walk them through the social media strategy and target demographics. But every time I glance at Philip, I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenches when someone jokes about “office romances” or mentions his upcoming engagement to my mom.“Monica’s been posting about the wedding nonstop on her feed,” one of the junior marketers says, scrolling through her phone. “She just shared photos of the venue…looks incredible. You must be excited for her, Maya.”I force a smile, but my eyes find Philip’s across the conference table. He’s already looking at me…his expression unreadable, but I can see the strain in the set of his jaw. He knows what they’re talking about. Knows I’m sitting here pretending everything’s fine while our hands still burn from where they touched this morning.After the meeting breaks up, he gestures for me to follow him back
FALLING FOR MY MOM’S FIANCÉ CHAPTER 19: THE TOUCH, NEAR KISS
MayaThe sound of my name hangs in the air between us, settling deep in my chest. The office is quiet now, save for the hum of the air conditioning and the faint scratch of his pen on paper. Outside, the city is settling into early morning…streetlights dimming as the first hints of dawn creep over the skyline.“Let me see your hand,” he says, his voice low enough that only I can hear it.I look up from the mockups spread across his desk, confused. “My hand?”He nods, leaning forward slightly. “The one you scraped on the elevator door when we were stuck. I noticed it was bandaged earlier, I want to make sure it’s healing properly.”I hold out my right hand…the back is still tender, wrapped in a strip of gauze that’s starting to come loose at the edges. He takes it carefully, his fingers wrapping around mine in a loose hold. His touch is warm, firm but gentle, and I feel a jolt of heat that has nothing to do with healing wounds.He turns my hand over, examining the bandage. “You didn’t
FALLING FOR MY MOM’S FIANCÉ CHAPTER 18: CROSSING LINES
MayaThe air in the gallery room feels thick enough to choke on. I pull my hand from Ethan’s, taking a small step back as Philip stands there in the doorway, his dark suit sharp against the warm glow of the art lights, his presence casting a shadow over everything.“Philip,” I say, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”“Neither did I.” He moves into the room, his eyes scanning the space…lingering on the painting of me in the elevator, then settling on where Ethan’s hand had just been on my waist. “Ethan mentioned the show. Thought I’d come support local artists.”“Right.” Ethan’s hand falls to his side, but he doesn’t back down. “Maya was just admiring my work. You should see the way she talks about color theory…she’d make a better art critic than a marketer.”Philip’s gaze shifts to me, and I can feel the weight of it even across the small room. “I know she has good taste. Now, if you’ll excuse us… I need to speak with Maya about tomorrow’s presentation.
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