Seeing 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.Inside, the car felt more like a private lounge than a vehicle—smooth white leather seats that reclined at the touch of a button, polished walnut trim, and a soft golden glow spilling from hidden light strips. A flute of chilled champagne sat in a holder, its bubbles rising lazily, as if even the drink knew it had entered a city where time itself seduced. Jake sank into the seat with a dramatic sigh, crossing his legs elegantly as he tugged at the cuff of his tailored blazer. “Paris knows how to welcome royalty, darling. And make no mistake—this week, you are royalty. Coco’s muse. Their golden girl.” His voice bubbled with flamboyant enthusiasm. Aurelia laughed softly, brushing a fiery curl from her face as she settled beside him. “Muse, huh? Don’t exaggerate.” “I never exaggerate,” Jake said with a wicked grin. “Okay, maybe just a little—but only because you deserve it. You’ve no idea the kind of attention you’re about to walk into. The campaign is massive. Billboards, digital spr
Well, well, well… look who’s suddenly into lace and silk. Is this shopping trip for Paris… or for someone who happens to own a penthouse?” Eloise said, grinning mischievously, nudging her. Aurelia rolls her eyes, blushing, said, “Oh, stop. It’s just underwear, Eloise. Every woman deserves to feel good in what she wears.” “This isn’t underwear," She replied, holding up a scandalously red set with tiny bows. "This is a declaration of war.” Aurelia snatched it from her hand, laughing despite herself. “Too much. I’d look ridiculous in this.” She chided herself. “Ridiculous? Honey, you’d look dangerous. The kind of dangerous that makes men cry in gratitude.” They both burst out laughing, and Aurelia picked a more modest but still elegant champagne silk set. --- After paying, they strolled into The Café, where the sweet aroma of fresh pastries and strong espresso lingered. Jake was already waiting by the window, a silk scarf tossed around his neck in exaggerated fashion, oversized
“Sis—” Aurelia began, but Eloise had already gasped, her fingers brushing the embossed logo on the lid. “Oh my God… Cartier.” The name alone made Sue squeal and slap her palm against her forehead. Max, even, leaned forward with raised brows. Eloise flipped the lid open carefully, as if she were unveiling treasure, and everyone craned their necks. Inside, cushioned in black velvet, lay a necklace and earrings that seemed to catch the dim light and throw it back like fire. The necklace was simple yet stunning: a delicate platinum chain embroidered with little diamonds holding a single, perfectly cut teardrop diamond, clear and gleaming. Next to it, the earrings—slender tear-drop diamonds, each stone perfectly symmetrical, dangling just enough to sway elegantly without being gaudy. The room fell into a hushed awe for a beat. Sue’s mouth dropped open. “Sweet heavens. That’s not jewelry. That’s… that’s art.” Even Max came closer, crouching a little as though proximity would help him
“Don’t wish, Eloise,” Sue said, pointing her fork at her. “Manifest. You hear me? Manifest. You’ll be eating croissants by the Seine with your man here before you know it.” Eloise blushed, swatting at Sue. “Sue!” “What?” Sue teased. “Don’t act shy now. You’ve been glowing since existed." Max cleared his throat, ears turning red. “I—” Sue leaned closer, smirking. “Tell me, Max. Are you two already—” she lowered her voice dramatically—“sharing the sheets?” Eloise gasped, covering her face in mock horror. “SUE!” "But I really want to know." She said, pretending to be distressed about it. Aurelia burst out laughing, nearly choking on her drink. “Oh my God, stop—look at Max’s face.” Max raised both hands defensively, his face a shade of pink no one could ignore. “We’re not—! I mean—it’s not—!” Kyle tilted his head up from Aurelia’s lap, curious. But did not have the chance to ask any more questions because his mother quickly said, "Oh, Kyle, sweetheart, never mind. Aunt
Meanwhile, Eloise walked straight to the kitchen to peek at the stove. “Sue? Are you actually cooking?” Sue swatted her hand away from the pot. “Don’t act so shocked. I do cook sometimes. You’re not the only domestic goddess in the family.” Eloise leaned closer, sniffing dramatically. “Wow, and it even smells good. You must really love Aurelia to be this sweet.” Sue turned, narrowing her eyes with mock offense. “Excuse me? You’re one to talk. Look at you, dragging Max everywhere like a handbag.” Max, who had been standing awkwardly by the door, stiffened. “Hey—” Eloise’s face turned red. “Shut up, Sue.” But Sue was relentless, stirring the pot with exaggerated grace. “Oh please. The way you two are joined at the hip… Don’t tell me you’re not already doing the deed.” Aurelia gasped loudly, covering Kyle’s ears. “Sue!” Eloise smacked Sue's butt. “Don’t you dare—” Max nearly dropped his jacket, face turning beet red. “We—we’re not—! That’s not—!” He stammered, hands fly
He stepped closer, his hand lifting as if to touch her arm, to hold her still, to love her, to show her how much he loves her. "Babe—" “Don’t you dare touch me!” she screamed, her voice ripping from her chest. “Get out. Get out of my house, Lucas!” The words sliced through the room like a blade. Lucas froze, his hand falling to his side, his entire body sagging in defeat. He looked at her one last time—eyes red, shoulders heavy, as if leaving cost him more than he could bear. But he turned. Slowly, painfully, he walked to the door, every step echoing in the silence. He didn’t look back. The door shut softly behind him. And Aurelia—her strength collapsing with him gone—slumped onto the couch. Her body curled into itself, her hands covering her face as sobs wracked through her. She pressed her palms against her eyes, choking on the sound of her own heartbreak. The walls of the apartment, once filled with Sue’s laughter and Eloise’s warmth, now felt unbearably cold. She wept