She sat at the bar, swirling her drink absentmindedly, lost in thoughts of what went wrong. Some of the beautiful memories they had, making her heart ache even more. Lost in her thoughts when a voice interrupted her reverie.
"Is this seat taken?" The man was asking about the bar stool next to her by the bar. When she walked in, every eyes were on her and he couldn't stop staring either. Talking to his lawyers this evening has irritated and angered him but he needed this deal to go through, coming out here was not bad after all. Her gorgeous brown hair and full lips. Pretty. Aurelia looked up and their eyes met, his piercing gray eyes took her breath away. She shook her head, indicating that the seat was free. He smirked mischievously, and introduced himself simply as Lucas and sat down beside her, ordering a drink. Aurelia found herself drawn to Lucas. He was charming and had an easy smile that seemed to lighten the weight on her shoulders. "Sorry but I didn't catch your name. When you walked in here you looked like someone going to commit murder" He said, smiling. "And how do I look now?" Aurelia asked, finding him interesting and attractive. "Still ready to kill but a little drunk" Lucas answered frankly, without breaking eye contact causing her to blush. "Name's Aurelia by the way" She extends her hand for a handshake, he took it and smiled at her. "Pretty name, my mother would have liked you" He muttered as he downs the drink in his glass. Raising a pretty finger at the barman to indicate he wants more drink. "Oh would she now?" Aurelia was intrigued by this man, chuckles. He nods. "What brings you to this part of the world?" "How did you know I was not from around here?" Lucas asked surprised. As the barman, replaced his empty glass with a full one. "I didn't know but you just confirmed my suspicion. Are you here for business?" "Well, yes. And I'm originally from here. I just grew up abroad." "Let me guess" she interrupted, sweetly. "London? No, Russia?" "I've been all over the world but I grew up in Russia. But I'm here to stay." He answered honestly, without letting out too much details. "So you're a business man." Lucas nods. She glanced at his let hand and he smiles. "No I'm not." He answered, still smiling. She looks away and drinks from her glass. "You're not, what?" Aurelia asked, feigning ignorance. He caught her staring at his left hand because she wanted to know if this gorgeous man was married or single. But then who knows, he might leave his wedding band at home. "Married. I'm not married, Aurelia." He replied, calmly. She blushed and looked away. Aurelia changed the topic, focusing on asking him about his childhood abroad and as they were talking and laughing as if they had known each other for years. As the night wore on, Aurelia found herself opening up to Lucas in a way she hadn't with anyone else. She found herself telling him about Ethan and how he broke her heart this evening. Lucas listened attentively, offering comfort and understanding. "Sounds like a man who is over his head. I could knock him out if you want though." He told her as part of a joke but hitting the man that was hurting this woman he just met seemed ideal at the moment. Aurelia laughs, heartily. "Funny." She responded, noticing he was touching some tendrils highlighting the side of her face, she clears her throat and sip her drink nearly choking in the process. "We could go over to my place, that's if you are okay with that? It's right around the corner, I still want to talk to you, Aurelia." Lucas suggested. Aurelia hesitated at first, but the warmth in his eyes reassured her. "I'll go with you on one condition." She smiles, sweetly. Lucas felt his heartbeat change in rhythm, with each beat as if it popped out of his chest. "And what's that?" He finally asked but quickly added, "Please be fair, Aurelia." "Are you really single? I mean, not married and all." Aurelia asked, fearing for the worst. "Like I told you before, my darling Aurelia, I am but a single businessman in bar trying to unwind after a shitty day with my lawyers."Surprised at herself for believing this stranger she only gave a short nod and added, "Let's get out of here then." He returned the smile and told the barman to add their bill on his tap. They left the bar, hand-in-hand and walked to his place, their steps echoing in the quiet night. Inside the elevator he couldn't keep his hands off her, and they kissed throughout the ride to his penthouse. Once inside, Lucas ended the kiss, and said, "Let me poured us both a drink, what will you have?" She was still reeling from the kiss earlier but answered seductively and out of breath. "Anything you're having, Lucas." He smiles in response to how much he affects her. She just gets under his skin and he has never wanted a woman like he does right now. Maybe it's the alcohol who knows. They sat on the couch, just when he was about asking for her if she wanted him to kiss her gorgeous lips. Aurelia suddenly lean on and kissed him and he was only shocked for a moment before kissing her back with so much passionate that left him shocked the next morning. Aurelia on the other hand, felt a connection with Lucas that she hadn't felt in a long time. She was drawn to him in a way that she couldn't explain. "Come with me to my bed, Aurelia asked." Before she could say anything, he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom not breaking the kiss, her heart raced with anticipation. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. Just as they reached the door, Lucas paused, looking deep into her eyes. The very ones he found enchanting. "I've been wanting to do this since you walked into that bar." He whispered. Placing her gently on the bed, removing his clothes and shoes and joining her back. As he kept on planting feathery kisses on her cleavage, and every part that was bare. She moans, causing a groan to leave his lips. After much foreplay, now naked and yearning for each other, they made love.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