LOGINSeeing her brought back all the memories of last night and his dark eyes bore into hers, a mixture of surprise and then he frown realizing how happy he was to see her again.
"I'm so sorry," Aurelia stammered, trying to walk away. But Lucas held her hand,his hand sending a shiver down her spine, she sucked in a deep breath and quickly looked away. "Aurelia," he said, his voice low. "You work here." He said that more to himself than me. "You're a model?" Aurelia nodded, her heart racing. She wanted to put some distance between herself and Lucas. "Can we talk?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Aurelia hesitated, her heart racing. The sex they had last night, the way he was with her, how he held her, how he kissed her. She felt totally exposed and embarrassed. She wanted nothing more than to forget it ever happened, he was her Boss. "I...I'm sorry Sir, but I have to go," she finally said, pulling her hand away and turned to leave, but Lucas caught her shoulder, his grip a bit firm but gentle. She gasps. "Aurelia, please," he said, his eyes pleading. "We need to talk about last night." Aurelia felt a surge of anger and frustration. Why couldn't he just let it go? Why did he have to be her Boss? Regretting her actions last night, and hoping that everything was a nightmare. "I don't want to talk about—anything" she said, her voice breaking. "Please, just leave me alone." Lucas looked at her, his expression unreadable. For a moment, Aurelia thought he might let her go. But then he sighed and said, "You can't avoid me after last night, Aurelia. I just want us to talk. Let's get pass the awkward." "Very awkward." Her lips turning up in a smile. "Why didn't you tell me you were going to be my Boss?" Her voice low and upset. Sensing Aurelia was not going to make this easy for him, he defends himself calmly and sweetly. "You didn't tell me where you worked. And I also didn't tell you why I was here. We can move past this please." "I don't know you. We only had a one night stand and it won't happen again." She blushes, and rushed pass him, walking away almost running. Lucas smiles knowingly, she intrigues him.more than any female has done in years and he knew last night was not the last time for them. Aurelia's heart pounded in her chest as her heels echoes through the bustling city streets, her heart pounding with each step.. She was confused but above all totally overwhelmed by this man, replaying the passionate sex of last night over and over again in her head, leaves her grasping for control. He was too good to be true. She had to find her younger sister, Eloise will know what to tell her. Aurelia's heart raced as she burst through the door, at the Starbucks where her sister works, her eyes searching frantically for her sister. Eloise was standing behind the counter, working on a new design on her cappuccino, so engrossed in her work. Aurelia rushed towards her sister,. Her words tumbling out in a rush, totally ignoring the look she got from Eloise's colleague, Max, and the other customers. "Eloise, I... I need to talk to you. It's important." Eloise looked up, concern etched on her face at the sight of her sister's distress. She knew something was wrong the moment Aurelia came home last night without a ring from "annoying" Ethan. What her sister saw in that man she would never know. Trying to smile at her sister. "What's wrong? You look upset." "Oh ... Eloise" She whispered nervously. "Hey Mama's boy! Cover for me, I'll be outside with my sister by the car." Not waiting to hear Max's response, dashed out with Aurelia hand-in-hand. Aurelia leaned on the car, her hands trembling in her lap. With tears forming in her eyes. "Last night, I... I was with someone. We... we had...we had sex, and I sneaked out at dawn—" "Oh shit! I knew you smelled different this morning" Eloise exclaimed, giggling like someone who was excited about finding out a mystery. " —Got to work this morning and there he was." "What? He stalked you? That's hilarious! You finally meet someone who appreciates you, not like Mr Pompous-Ethan and about that. . .how was dinner last night?" Aurelia loves her sister so much but most times she could be a pain in the ass. "El, that's not why I'm here! Ethan broke off things last night—" "Yooooooo hoooo" Eloise shouting, jumping up happily. "Can you please stop interrupting? The man I had one wild passionate night with turns out to be my boss!" She yells, frustrated and upset with herself. "You mean the new CEO?" Eloise asked, stunned. Aurelia nodded, tears welled up in her eyes. "Yes, the one everyone has been gossiping about. I didn't know, El. I swear I didn't know who he was until this morning. I thought he was just a guy I met at the bar. I never would have..." Before Aurelia could finish her sentence, Eloise wrapped her in a tight embrace. "I know. We'll look for a way around this. Let's talk when we get home, Kyle's coming here from school we can all leave together. Let's go back inside." Once inside she showed Aurelia where to sit, and cheerfully went back behind the counter to prepare a drink for her sister, who might probably like her new boss and is too scared to admit it. "Stop staring, Max. You don't stand a chance." She whispered to Max, who was starstruck. Completely drooling over Aurelia, shamelessly. "If your spittle gets into one of those, you'll drink it!" Eloise snapped and he mutters, "Little, trouble." Walking over to one customer, he added. "Your design on that cappuccino earlier was ugly, by the way!" But she blew raspberry at him instead, laughing quietly, she glanced over at her sister who smiled back. "I'm coming, give me a sec." "Take your time!" "You have a lot to tell me. Every single detail, you know that I can be a good listener, right?" Eloise replied, causing Aurelia to laugh for the first time since morning. She removes her suit jacket, placing it on the chair next to her where her handbag was. The door swung open, and Lucas walked in. Aurelia's heart skipped a beat as she locked eyes with him, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She glanced at her sister who raised a brow, and Aurelia nod. Eloise smiles, this was a handsome male specimen of a man and with the way he stares at her sister, she knew he wanted her.Jake stood beside Aurelia, grinning like a mischievous child — and then his grin widened as a tall, tanned man with sun-streaked hair appeared at the top of the staircase. “Roland!” Jake called, his voice brimming with excitement. The man turned, his face breaking into a wide smile. “Jake!” The two met halfway, hugging tightly before their fingers laced together naturally. “You look gorgeous,” Roland murmured, eyes dancing with affection. “You say that every time,” Jake teased, cheeks pink. “And I mean it every time.” Hand in hand, they strolled off, laughing softly to themselves, disappearing through one of the arched corridors. Aurelia smiled faintly at the sight — love always had a way of warming her heart, especially when it was simple and free like that. But when she turned, she realized Eloise, Max, and Kyle had already vanished. She scanned the wide terrace and caught a glimpse of them near the palm-lined path to the pool — Eloise’s yellow sundress fluttering as Max ca
“Careful, you’re gonna spill that on me, sunshine!” Jake teased, grinning. “Then don’t move so much!” she shot back, smirking, her waist swaying in time to the music. Sue, stretched out beside him in a tiny red bikini and oversized sunglasses, tossed her blonde hair and laughed. “God, Aurelia, you’re too hot to be domestic. Let the man spill it!” Aurelia rolled her eyes, laughing. “Behave!” Eloise, sitting nearby in a mellow yellow bikini, smiled over the rim of her coconut drink. The sun loved her — her skin glowed, her eyes relaxed, her laughter soft. Max, in his bright blue trunks, sat next to her, grinning like a schoolboy. “Don’t look now, but I think someone’s smitten,” Sue whispered loud enough for Aurelia to hear, nodding toward Eloise and Max. Aurelia giggled, pouring herself a small drink. “Let her live a little.” Not far off, little Kyle was by the railing, his red-and-white button-up fluttering in the sea breeze, white shorts gleaming against his tanned legs. He wa
They sat for a while after that, not speaking much. Aurelia’s story—hung between them like the fragile glass of a chandelier: easy to shatter, but breathtaking while it held. When she finally rose to go to the bathroom, Lucas stood and came with her, watching as she moved with a care he admired. She paused in the doorway, looked back at him, and said, almost to herself, “I don’t want to run anymore.” “They will do the running this time,” he answered without hesitation. It was not a grand declaration filled with fireworks—just two quiet people in a large room with a promise hard-earned and unlikely to be broken. ----- The hum of the jet was steady, a deep, gentle vibration that felt almost like a lullaby. Through the small oval windows, clouds stretched endlessly, soft and golden under the morning sun. The world below was a watercolor blur — distant and quiet. They were heading to Santorini, to Lucas’s private island just off the coast — a piece of paradise that most people didn’
Her hands clenched in her lap. “He was married. I didn’t know that for a while. He lied. He told me he loved me in ways that made me feel like a person again. I was foolish. I wanted him to see me. We met in motels. It was messy and secret and dangerous because I thought—if I had him, maybe I was not the girl who ate dinner in her bed and brushed off insults from her stepmother.” Lucas’s face was unreadable, the lines around his mouth taut with the effort of containing himself. Aurelia didn’t look at him; she looked at the space where the shadows pooled in the corner. “Eloise found out.” The word landed like a stone. “She saw him at a café with his wife. She followed him and saw him go home with her. She came home and told me. I… I went to confront him. I was furious, humiliated. He didn’t deny it. He looked at me like I was a foolish child and then—then his wife followed. She was not the quiet type. She burst into the motel we were meeting, and everything was chaos. She beat me. Sh
Lucas’s bedroom was quiet save for the low hum of the heaters and the city noise muffled by thick drapes. He sat on the edge of the king-size bed—shirt sleeves rolled, trousers neat—looking every part the composed man the world expected. Aurelia paced in front of him, he poured her a drink. “Thank you,” she said, taking the glass with hands that still shook. She set it down on the bedside table and inhaled. "I have not told this story like this. But I'll try." Lucas watched her with the patience of a man who’d learned to wait for the real words. “Tell me when you’re ready,” he said softly. She sat on the arm of a chair, then on the floor and started, voice low and steady at first, then gathering strength as she moved through the years. “I don’t really remember my parents,” she said. “Not the way other people remember—there was my mother's picture, only one. The first clear memories I have are of these crowded foster home. I learned very fast that being small didn’t mean you got n
She got to the door, her knuckles white around the handle. She didn’t knock. She pushed the door open. Lucas sat behind his desk, papers scattered before him, his phone pressed to his ear. His sleeves were rolled up, his tie loosened, and there was a tension in his posture that hadn’t left since he returned. The sound of the door made him glance up immediately. When he saw her — hair slightly disheveled, chest rising and falling with barely contained emotion — he muttered a quick “I’ll call you back,” and dropped the phone onto the desk. “Are you okay?” he said quietly, his tone guarded. Aurelia stepped inside, shutting the door behind her. The click of the latch sounded louder than it should have. “What did you ask Eloise?” she demanded, her voice trembling but sharp. Lucas frowned, taken aback. “I asked her what’s been bothering you. You’ve been distant since the press conference when...I thought—” “You thought interrogating my sister was the way to find out?” she cut in, he







