LOGINMorning came by pretty quickly. I barely even slept, tossing and turning in a bed that felt too big, too empty. My mind was racing, replaying everything: the kiss with Xander, the conversation with Claire, the words I said to her… the lies I told myself.Now, I’m sitting in my office, staring at my computer screen without really seeing anything. I should be working. I should be thinking about the merger, about the company, about the engagement. But all I can think about is Xander, his touch, the way he made me feel like I was alive in a way I haven’t been in years. And Claire, the way I looked at her last night and couldn’t see the future I was supposed to have with her anymore.I thought I could live this life, this perfect, easy life. But it’s not real, and I know it now. A knock on my door shakes me out of my thoughts."Come in."The door opens, and Claire walks in, her expression unreadable. She’s dressed in a sharp suit, the kind of look that says business, but there’s something
The quiet in my apartment feels heavier than usual tonight. The kind of silence that presses against your skin, making every breath feel like a reminder of the decisions you’ve made. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be lying to Claire, I shouldn’t even be lying to myself.But here I am, staring at my phone, replaying the way Xander kissed me. Over and over in my mind. It’s like the whole world faded away when his lips touched mine. I close my eyes, trying to block out the memory. I can still feel it, like the heat is still on my skin. I know I can’t keep pretending anymore. I’ve crossed a line, and now there’s no turning back.But what does that mean for everything else? The thought of Claire comes to mind. I don’t want to hurt her, I never did. But I’ve hurt her already, haven’t I? The truth is, I’ve been lying to both of us this whole time. I was never fully there. Not in the way I should have been.I take a deep breath and sit down on the couch, grabbing my phone. I should call her
I’ve never felt this lost in my life.It’s like I’m walking down a path, but every time I try to look ahead, the road just keeps turning. I’m not sure which way to go, but I can’t stop moving. And the harder I try to find my way, the more I feel like I’m falling off the edge.I’ve been avoiding Xander for the past few days, it’s not easy. Every time I step outside, I see something that reminds me of him. The night we kissed, the way his body moved when he danced. His eyes... god, those eyes that make everything inside me ache.But I’ve been doing a good job of pretending. Pretending I’m not thinking about him. Pretending I’m not feeling this pull every time someone mentions his name. Pretending that everything’s fine between me and Claire. But it’s not fine, I’m not fine.Today, I was supposed to meet Claire’s parents for dinner. The engagement was supposed to be a chance to strengthen everything, our relationship, the deal with the company, our future. It was supposed to be simple.
The city feels different tonight, like it's holding something back. Maybe it’s me, maybe it’s the fact that I’m standing outside the club again, unsure if I should go in or just turn around and walk away. I’ve done this before, stood in front of this place, wondering if I should follow through on whatever crazy impulse I’m feeling. But this time feels different. This time, I’m not here just because I need a distraction. I’m here because I need to know something. I need to know what’s real and what’s just in my head.I take a deep breath and push the door open. The noise hits me immediately, the bass vibrating through the floor, the lights flashing in time with the music. It’s chaotic, but in a way that almost feels comforting. It’s the kind of place where no one asks questions, where everything is forgotten as soon as it happens.I move through the crowd, trying to ignore the way my heart speeds up with every step I take. I’m not sure if it’s the music or the thought of seeing Xander
I woke up with a headache, the kind that wasn’t caused by too much alcohol, but by too many thoughts, too many damn thoughts.The image of Xander kissing me, his hands on me, the heat between us, it all felt surreal, I couldn't even bring myself to stop thinking about it no matter how much I wanted to. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was him. His face, his smile, and his beautiful blue eyes which were filled which so much desire.I ran a hand through my hair, groaning as I rubbed my temples. It felt like my mind was spinning, and the more I tried to think about what happened, the worse it got. I had a responsibility and that was all my focus should be on, rather than throwing it all away because of one kiss with a man I barely knew.But it wasn’t just one kiss. I had kissed Xander like I needed him, not like it was some stupid mistake. And I couldn’t ignore the way my body responded, the way everything inside of me lit up when I was with him. I couldn’t pretend it didn’t mean a
The night after the engagement ceremony, I couldn’t stop thinking about Xander. What was that angry look I saw on his face and why did he leave immediately I proposed to Claire. Nothing added up, sighing I took a gulp of my alcohol, but no matter how many gulps I took, Xander still lingered at the back of my mind, causing my pulse to quicken.And so, now here I was again, sitting at the bar of the club, staring at the stage where Xander had danced the first night I came here. It seemed impossible that only a few hours had passed since I’d been standing beside Claire, acting like the perfect fiancé, while my mind was still stuck on the man who I still couldn't get out of my head.Abruptly I stood up, my chair scraping loudly against the floor. I couldn’t do this anymore, I had to see Xander again, I didn't know why, but I just had to see him. Maybe then, I'd be able to finally get him off my head.I walked over to the manager, "Get me Xander, I want him in the VIP."The manager raised







