*Lexie’s POV*I wake up in Noland's arms, a strange mix of fear and comfort surging through me. His chest rises and falls gently, the rhythmic beating of his heart beneath my ear both soothing and unsettling. At this moment, he seems almost vulnerable, a stark contrast to the powerful, dominant man I've come to know.As I lay there, unable to tear my eyes away from his sleeping face, I can't shake the feeling that what we're doing is catastrophically wrong. Yet, I can't deny the magnetic pull I feel towards him – an attraction that goes beyond physical desire; I feel like he understands me, knows me, and cares for me more than I care for my own safety. And it terrifies me.Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass somewhere near us echoes, yanking me out of my thoughts. Noland's eyes flash open, a protective edge to them as they dart between me and the door. We both tense up, our hearts pounding in unison."Are you alright?" His voice is low and urgent, filled with genuine concern fo
*Lexie’s POV*I stand by the window, my fingers nervously tapping on my phone as I compose a text to Natasha. The morning sun filters through the sheer curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. I can't help but worry about her after her heated discussion with Noland yesterday."Hey, Tasha," I type, my heart heavy with concern. "Just checking in on you. Are you okay? Let me know if you need anything." I hit send and exhale, hoping she's alright.My phone buzzes a few moments later, and I see Natasha's name light up on the screen. "I'm fine, Lex. Thanks for checking in. I'll be back later today, don't worry about me," her text reads. My chest tightens at the thought of what she might have gone through, but I trust her enough to give her space when she needs it."Alright, just wanted to make sure," I reply, adding a small heart emoji. "See you later, take care."Natasha's response is brief, but it's enough to assure me that she's handling things: "Love you, Lex.""Love y
Noland's POV:I stand in my office, meticulously arranging the papers on my desk for the upcoming meeting with a high-profile client. My fingers glide over the glossy property brochures, feeling the weight of each potential investment. I've spent countless hours analyzing market trends and identifying prime real estate opportunities for this particular client. As a seasoned developer, I know that my recommendations are solid, and I carry myself with the confidence befitting my expertise.The sunlight streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting an ethereal glow on the room. I take a deep breath, inhaling the rich scent of mahogany and leather. This is my sanctuary, a place where I can immerse myself in work and temporarily forget the turmoil brewing within me. It's been weeks since Lexie entered my life, and her presence lingers in my thoughts like an intoxicating perfume; forbidden, yet undeniably alluring."Mr. Reynolds?" My assistant's voice breaks through my reverie. "T
*Lexie’s POV*The idea of going out shopping for some paint supplies did not let me rest all morning, so after lunch I decided to go buy some things from the store a few blocks away. I felt inspired and I wanted to do something. The day was sunny and the heat was not that intense, so a nice walk would be perfect.As I got a block away from the estate, though, I could have sworn that I saw Thomas, but as soon as I blinked, he was gone. Or maybe he was never there. I should try to focus on what I wanted to do instead of worrying about him.Now, I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck prickle as I clutch the bag of painting supplies to my chest, my heart pounding in my ears. The bustling city streets fade into a blur as I scan the faces around me, searching for any sign of Thomas. Hadn't I just caught a glimpse of him lurking in the shadows? It feels like he's everywhere, haunting my every step.But that is ridiculous, right? ‘Get it together, Lexie,’ I whisper to myself, trying t
Noland’s POVI walk into the upscale restaurant, with Avery by my side. The dimly lit establishment exudes elegance and sophistication, with its opulent chandeliers casting a soft glow on the tables adorned with crisp white tablecloths and gleaming silverware. A melodic tune from a string quartet drifts through the air, adding to the soothing ambiance.After I check my phone one more time, I sigh and put it back in my pocket. Natasha left a day ago, and although she has answered my messages, she wants me to give her some space. It is not easy to let her be away from me when I know she needs support. The father side of me wants to comfort her.The monster in me though, is already waiting for the private investigator’s report on what really happened at her fashion show. If whatever happened had anything to do with the break-in at home, or if it really was just a series of unfortunate events. I doubt it to be."Isn't this place just perfect for our meeting?" Avery says, her gray eyes
Lexie's POVIn the dim glow of the car's interior light, I watch Noland's strong jaw clench as he navigates through the night. The tension in the air is palpable, and it feels like we're both on the edge of a precipice, waiting for the other to take the plunge."Look, Lexie," he begins, his voice deep and controlled. "I need to set things straight between us. I've been trying to discuss things with you, but it's becoming increasingly difficult.""Maybe you should try harder," I retort, feeling a surge of defiance rising within me. I don't want to be the one to give in to this forbidden attraction.He sighs, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "It's not just about what I want. It is also about what you want.” He shakes his head. “And I'm tired of Avery's constant advances. She doesn't seem to understand that I'm not interested in her. What you saw tonight was only her latest attempt."My heart skips a beat at his words. Is he saying that he's interested in me? It's hard not to get
Lexie's POVThe secluded cabin stands proudly in the outskirts of the city, surrounded by a lush, verdant landscape. The trees tower above us, their branches forming an intricate canopy that filters sunlight into dappled shadows on the forest floor. The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, and I can hear the distant murmur of a trickling stream.Here, in this private haven, the chaos of the world fades away, leaving only the intense connection between Noland and me.As we step inside the cabin, the warmth of the wooden walls envelops us like an embrace. A crackling fire dances in the hearth, its flickering light casting a cozy glow across the room. Noland reaches for my hand, his touch electrifying, sending shivers down my spine as he leads me further into this sanctuary.-Noland's POV"Are you cold, Lexie?" I ask, aware of her shivering form against mine. Her green eyes meet mine, filled with a depth of emotion that I can't quite decipher."No," she replies soft
*Lexie’s POV*The warm California sun kisses my skin as I stand at the familiar doorstep of Eleanor's lavish home. I take a deep breath, feeling both excited and anxious to see Natasha again. It's been too long since we last spent time together, and my heart aches for the comfort of her presence. Yet, the memory of her recent fashion show disaster still lingers, casting a heavy shadow over our reunion.“I will wait for you all the time you need, Miss Lexie,” Carol, my new security companion, tells me with a nod. Noland told her that, while at Eleanor’s house, she doesn’t need to actually follow my every step. It would draw unnecessary questions from his ex.“Thank you Carol, I will send you a message if I need your help, though I doubt it while I am here.” I say with a weak smile, she can see I am nervous."Lexie!" Natasha's voice rings out like a sweet melody, instantly easing my worries. I turn to see her striding towards me with open arms, her statuesque frame and golden hair gl