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Closer than words
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The Billionaire's Hidden Obsession Love Under fire
Clara's pov I didn’t expect the feeling to come back.That tightness.That quiet, sinking ache right beneath my ribs.Not after last night. Not after the way Elias had held me like he wasn’t afraid of me anymore. Not after the way his voice had softened when he said my name, like it belonged to him now not by right, but by choice.Yet here it was.I stood beside him as the glass doors slid open, the corporate lounge unfolding in front of us in polished lines and muted colors. The space buzzed softly low laughter, clinking glasses, restrained confidence. This wasn’t romance territory. This was visibility. Reputation. Observation.And still, his hand found the small of my back.Just briefly.Just enough.Not claiming. Not controlling.Present.My shoulders relaxed before I even realized they had been tense. I breathed in slowly, steadying myself. We walked in together, our steps naturally aligned, and I told myself this is real. This isn’t something fragile that disappears the moment o
The Billionaire's Hidden Obsession Moments Between
Clara's pov I stood at the doorway, hands folded loosely in front of me, watching him.Elias.He didn’t look up. He was leaning over his laptop, fingers moving with precision, brows slightly furrowed, the soft glow of the screen painting his sharp features in shades of silver and shadow. His hair fell just slightly over his forehead, casual yet deliberate, and I found myself noticing the smallest details—the curve of his jaw, the subtle tension in his shoulders, the way his lips pressed together when he paused to think.It wasn’t the first time I’d watched him work. Not even close. But tonight, something was different. Tonight, the familiar distance between us—the one I had learned to navigate, respect, and even fear—was gone. Or at least, it didn’t feel as impenetrable. I realized with a jolt that I wasn’t just watching him; I was feeling him. Every small movement, every quiet breath, every line of concentration pressed itself into my chest.I remembered the early days—the contract,
The Billionaire's Hidden Obsession Closer than words
The apartment fell silent after the door clicked shut behind us, but the quiet was full of meaning. Every corner seemed to echo the confessions from earlier, a pulse of shared desire that neither of us wanted to disturb. I lingered a step behind him for a moment, letting my coat slip off my shoulders. I savored the weight of this space, the intimacy that had shifted from being hypothetical to real. His presence filled the room like warm sunlight on stone. It was subtle but demanding. I felt it in my chest, my pulse, and the air that stirred when he moved. “You’re quiet,” he said, his voice low and steady, familiar. Yet there was a new edge, soft yet firm. I let my hands rest at my sides, making a conscious effort to give him space, but my heart betrayed me. “I could say the same,” I replied. He turned slowly, his eyes dark and focused. At that moment, the city outside the windows vanished. His expression was calm but charged, controlled yet open. The way he looked at me, asses
The Billionaire's Hidden Obsession The First Choice
Elias & Clara’s POVThe moment I saw her at the door, I knew tonight would be anything but quiet.Clara stood framed in the soft glow of the foyer, her black dress clinging effortlessly to her curves, hair loose and brushing her shoulders, eyes calm yet sharp. She didn’t need to speak for me to know she’d noticed my approach. That subtle lift of her brow, the slight tilt of her head, the way she stood—perfectly composed yet slightly daring—said it all.“You’re persistent,” she said lightly.“I prefer honest,” I replied, stepping inside.She let me in and closed the door behind her. The apartment smelled faintly of lavender, soft and calming. In the quiet, my own heartbeat sounded impossibly loud.“You look…” I began, my throat suddenly dry.“Presentable?” she offered with her familiar dry humor.“Exquisite,” I corrected. She smiled—a small, knowing smile.It wasn’t playful or defensive. It was just hers. The warmth in that smile made my chest ache. I wanted to memorize it, every subtl
The Billionaire's Hidden Obsession What He Asks For
Elias’ POVI didn’t kiss her that night.That mattered.The fact that I wanted to and didn’t felt like a line drawn intentionally, not out of restraint but out of respect. Clara didn’t step back or fill the space with reassurance or humor. She let the moment breathe and allowed the tension to exist without resolving it for my comfort.When we left the terrace, we walked side by side. We didn’t touch, but we weren’t distant either. The silence between us felt fuller than conversation.That silence stayed with me long after we closed the car doors, long after the city lights blurred into streaks of gold and shadow. It followed me home, into the quiet of my apartment, into the stillness I usually welcomed.Tonight, it felt different.I poured myself a drink I didn’t finish and sat on the edge of the sofa without turning on the lights. The windows reflected my outline back at me — composed as always. Controlled.But something had shifted beneath the surface.For the first time in a long w
The Billionaire's Hidden Obsession The Space Between Us
Elias’ POVI didn’t plan to follow her.That was the lie I told myself as I watched Clara step away from the last cluster of conversations and move toward the quieter side of the venue. The terrace doors stood slightly open, cool air slipping inside in thin, deliberate breaths.She hesitated there for a moment, as if deciding whether she wanted solitude or simply distance.Then she stepped outside.I stayed where I was longer than necessary.Long enough to convince myself I was fine.Long enough to pretend the ache in my chest wasn’t pulling me forward.Then I moved.The terrace was nearly empty. Low lights lined the edges, soft enough not to intrude. Beyond the glass railing, the city stretched wide and restless, alive with a rhythm that didn’t ask anything of us.Clara stood near the edge, one hand resting lightly on the rail, the other holding her glass. Her shoulders were relaxed, but not loose. Thoughtful.Not waiting.That detail mattered more than it should have.I cleared my t
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