Mag-log inShe 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.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







