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Blueprint 11
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Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Loveย ย ย Blueprint 12
The office was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the scratch of my pencil on paper. It was well past midnight, and the only light in the room came from the desk lamp beside me and the dim glow of Noahโs laptop.He was seated at the other end of the large table, his sleeves rolled up and his tie long since abandoned. I glanced at him, momentarily distracted by the furrow in his brow as he stared at his screen. For someone who seemed to thrive on control and precision, there was a certain charm in seeing him like thisโfocused, slightly disheveled, human.โYouโre staring,โ he said without looking up, his tone teasing.I quickly looked back down at my sketches, heat creeping up my neck. โIโm not staring. Iโm thinking.โโThinking about me?โI rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the small smile tugging at my lips. โAbout the project, obviously.โHe chuckled, leaning back in his chair. โGood save, Lena.โI sighed, setting my pencil down and gesturing to the sketches spr
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-01-23Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Loveย ย ย Blueprint 13
The sun was blazing overhead as I stood near the edge of the construction site, my boots sinking slightly into the soft dirt. The air smelled of salt and earth, and the sound of waves crashing against the distant shore mingled with the hum of machinery and the chatter of workers.โCareful, Lena,โ Noahโs voice came from behind me, filled with that ever-present tone of amusement. โYou look like youโre about to start lecturing someone.โI turned, narrowing my eyes at him. He was standing a few feet away, sleeves rolled up and sunglasses perched on his nose. Even in the middle of a construction site, he somehow managed to look effortlessly put together, like he belonged in a magazine spread instead of the muddy ground.โMaybe I am,โ I shot back. โSomeone forgot to account for the angle of the sun in this layout. The lounge deck is going to get direct sunlight all afternoon. Guests are going to bake.โHe smirked and crossed his arms, his tone teasing. โAnd here I thought we hired you becau
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-01-23Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Loveย ย ย Blueprint 14
The quiet hum of the air conditioning was the only sound in the room as I leaned over the wide drafting table, my pencil hovering over one of the resortโs latest sketches. The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the room. I pushed a stray strand of hair out of my face and squinted at the layout, trying to decide if I should adjust the spacing of the guest villas yet again.Noah stood on the other side of the table, his dark eyes fixed on the same drawing. His sleeves were rolled up, as usual, and his tie was gone. It had become his signature look during these long planning sessions: slightly undone but still polished, exuding a calm authority that somehow made him even more intimidating.โThis spacing here,โ I said, pointing to a section of the sketch. โIโm worried itโs too tight. It might feel cramped, especially when the resort is at full capacity.โHe stepped closer, leaning over the table to get a better look. โIf we adjust the spacing
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-01-23Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Loveย ย ย Blueprint 15
The crackle of the bonfire filled the air, its warm light casting dancing shadows across the beach. The celebration was in full swing, with laughter, music, and the scent of grilled seafood wafting through the night. It was one of those rare moments when the island felt like a world of its own, untouched by deadlines, blueprints, and the weight of expectations.I stood near the edge of the gathering, a plate of freshly caught fish and roasted vegetables balanced in my hand. The locals had insisted on hosting this celebration for the construction crew and everyone involved in the project. It was their way of saying thank you, though I felt like I should be the one thanking them for letting us be here.The villagers had been welcoming since day one, but tonight felt different. It felt like we were truly part of somethingโconnected to the island, to the people, to the spirit of this place.โYouโre smiling,โ Noahโs voice came from beside me, low and teasing.I glanced at him, surprised to
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-01-23Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Loveย ย ย Blueprint 16
It was one of those days where the weight of everything felt heavier than usualโdeadlines looming, clients calling, and the constant push to make sure Eden Resort was exactly as Noah envisioned. I sat at my desk, staring at the plans for the main villas, but my mind was miles away, tangled in thoughts I couldnโt quite untangle.The phone buzzed beside me, dragging me back to reality."Yes?" I answered, distracted."Lena," Noahโs voice came through the line, calm as always. "Can you meet me in the conference room in fifteen minutes?"โSure,โ I said, glancing at the clock. โIโll be right there.โI set the phone down and took a deep breath, forcing myself to focus. These meetings were becoming more frequent latelyโat least once a day, sometimes twiceโand as much as I wanted to keep things strictly professional, there was no denying the tension that had settled between us.The thought made me restless. I pushed it aside, reminding myself that I couldnโt afford to let personal feelings clo
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-01-23Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Loveย ย ย Blueprint 17
The morning was dreary, the sky a thick shade of gray that made everything feel heavier than it should. I stood at my desk, the usual clutter of blueprints, notes, and coffee cups surrounding me, but my mind was elsewhere. It wasnโt just the project that occupied my thoughtsโit was him.Noah.The night before, when heโd paid for dinner, when his eyes had lingered a moment longer than necessary, something had shifted between us. It wasnโt the first time weโd shared a moment like that, but it was the first time Iโd acknowledged it. The undeniable tension that had been building for weeks, the quiet undercurrent of something unspoken, was becoming impossible to ignore.Iโd told myself I was here for the project, that this was business, that I couldnโt afford to get caught up in feelings for the man who hired me. But the more time I spent around him, the more complicated it became.My phone buzzed, and I glanced down, instantly recognizing Noahโs name on the screen. For a brief second, I h
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-01-23Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Loveย ย ย Blueprint 18
The night had fallen quietly over the city, the lights from the skyline casting a soft glow through the windows of the office. I sat at my desk, staring at the screen, but my mind was elsewhere. It had been a long day, filled with endless meetings, revisions, and deadlines. But through it all, one thought had remained persistent in the back of my mind: Noah.It wasnโt just the project anymore. It wasnโt just the way he demanded perfection, the way his presence commanded attention in every room he walked into. It was him. It was the way his eyes lingered a little too long, the way his voice softened when he spoke to me, the way the tension between us felt more and more impossible to ignore.I sighed, rubbing my temples. This was ridiculous. I had worked so hard to keep things professional between us, to focus on the project and not let anything else interfere. But no matter how much I tried to push it away, the attraction I felt for Noah was undeniable.The door to my office opened, an
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-01-23Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Loveย ย ย Blueprint 19
The office felt quieter than usual, even with the hum of phones, keyboards, and the distant murmur of voices in the hallway. The world outside was stillโcalm, as if waiting for something to happen. Or maybe it was just me, wrapped up in the stillness after the events of the last few days.Noah and I had crossed a line. That much was undeniable. After everythingโthe tension, the unspoken words, the way our glances seemed to linger a second too longโit had happened. And now, we were left to figure out what that meant for us.I sat at my desk, trying to focus on the blueprints in front of me, but my thoughts kept drifting back to him. Noah.It wasnโt just the kiss that had lingered in my mind; it was everything that had come before it. The way we worked together, the quiet moments shared in silence, the understanding that seemed to pass between us even when we didnโt speak. But now, with that boundary crossed, everything felt... different.I didnโt know if that was a good thing or a bad
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Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Loveย ย ย Blueprint 91 - Final
It started with a missed period. I had always been very regular, and when it didnโt show up on schedule, I couldnโt help but feel a slight sense of unease. At first, I thought it might be stress. The resort had just opened, our joint venture was thriving, and Noah and I were busier than ever. But as the days went on, the thought kept gnawing at me. I waited another week, hoping it would just be a late cycle, but when it still didnโt come, I couldnโt ignore it any longer. I found myself standing in front of the bathroom mirror one morning, staring at the pregnancy test in my hand. It was a moment I never imagined would come so soonโafter all, Noah and I had talked about it in vague, hopeful terms, but we hadnโt made any concrete plans. Still, here I was, holding this small piece of plastic that would either confirm or deny my suspicion. I took the test, my heart beating loudly in my chest as I set it on the counter. I turned away, trying to distract myself. But every few seconds, my
Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Loveย ย ย Blueprint 90
The sun was low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the completed resort. It was the perfect backdrop for what was about to be the most important day of my life. As I stood on the terrace, looking out at the breathtaking view, I felt a mix of emotions flooding my chestโexcitement, joy, and an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Today wasnโt just about the resort. It wasnโt just about the culmination of years of hard work and dedication. Today was about usโNoah and me. It was about our love, our shared journey, and the future we were ready to build together. It was about the promise we had made to each other in the quiet moments, the late-night talks, and the long, hard days where we both knew that we were in this for the long haul. I had spent months helping to design this spaceโhelping to bring Noahโs vision to life. But the real beauty of it, the thing that made it so much more than just another architectural project, was that this resort was a reflection of us. It was a physi
Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Loveย ย ย Blueprint 89
The morning of our trip started like any other. Noah and I boarded the private jet, heading back to the island where everything had begunโwhere we had first met, first worked together, and where the roots of our partnership had taken hold. But there was something in the air that day, something I couldnโt quite place. Maybe it was the quiet excitement in Noahโs eyes or the way he kept glancing at me with that soft smile he only wore when he was thinking about something. Whatever it was, I felt an unusual sense of anticipation building in my chest. As we touched down on the island, I didnโt think anything of it. The island was just as serene as it had been the last time we visited. The waves lapped against the shore, the sun glinted off the water, and the air smelled faintly of salt and wildflowers. It was peaceful, timeless even. Noah had insisted on taking me on a walk along the beach firstโjust the two of us. He was always thoughtful like that, eager to share a quiet moment before
Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Loveย ย ย Blueprint 88
The weekend trip with my family had started out like any otherโfilled with laughter, casual teasing, and the occasional awkward silence as my parents tried to navigate their relationship with Noah. Weโd planned a day outdoors, gathering at a lakeside cabin my parents rented every summer. For me, this place was steeped in childhood memories: learning to swim in the lake, watching my mom set up picnics on the grass, and helping my dad start the fire for evening barbecues. It was a safe haven. But bringing Noah here felt like blending two very different parts of my life into one. The day started quietly enough. Noah, to his credit, had gone out of his way to make everyone feel comfortable. Heโd offered to help with the grill, chatted with my cousins about their work, and even joined in a game of cards with my younger siblings, somehow winning them over within minutes. Watching him seamlessly adapt to my familyโs dynamic was both a relief and a surprise. Still, I knew my parents were wa
Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Loveย ย ย Blueprint 87
Bringing Noah into my familyโs world wasnโt something I had ever imagined would be easy, but I hadnโt expected it to weigh on me as much as it did. My parents had always been my foundationโsupportive, protective, and fiercely proud of the independent woman they had raised. But I knew their protectiveness came with a sharp edge of skepticism, especially when it came to Noah. To them, he wasnโt just the man I loved; he was the billionaire who could potentially overshadow everything I had worked so hard to achieve. The dinner where they met Noah for the first time had gone better than I expected, but it hadnโt erased their concerns entirely. My dad, in particular, had remained wary, though heโd tried to keep it subtle. A self-made man who had built his small construction business from the ground up, he valued hard work and grit above all else. To him, Noah represented privilege, power, and a world that felt far removed from the struggles of people like us. But Noah was determined to ea
Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Loveย ย ย Blueprint 86
The closer it got to the dinner, the tighter the knot in my stomach grew. I had spent the entire afternoon pacing around my apartment, checking my phone for the millionth time to make sure my parents hadnโt canceled at the last minute. Not that they ever wouldโthey were too polite for thatโbut I couldnโt shake the feeling that tonight had the potential to go either very well or very, very badly. Noah, as always, remained calm. While I fretted over every little detail, he sat at the kitchen counter reviewing emails, his calm demeanor almost infuriating. He looked up from his laptop and smiled, the corner of his mouth lifting in that way that usually made my heart skip a beat. โLena,โ he said gently, closing the laptop and standing. โItโs going to be fine. Youโve already won them over just by being you. Iโm just here to prove that Iโm worth you.โ His words stopped me in my tracks, my chest tightening with a mix of affection and nerves. โThatโs exactly what Iโm worried about, Noah,โ I
Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Loveย ย ย Blueprint 85
The press conference room buzzed with activity as journalists, photographers, and industry professionals filled the space. The air was charged with anticipation, and I could feel it vibrating through my chest as I stood just behind the curtain, clutching the edges of my notebook tightly. The announcement of our joint ventureโthe next big chapter in both Noahโs career and mineโwas about to be unveiled to the world. I glanced over at Noah, who stood a few feet away, speaking with his assistant. He looked calm, composed, every bit the confident businessman Iโd grown to admire. But beneath the exterior, I knew him well enough to see the faint tension in his jaw, the way his shoulders squared just a bit too stiffly. He cared about this as much as I did, maybe more, and I knew he was feeling the weight of what this moment represented. โYou ready for this?โ Noahโs voice broke through my thoughts as he turned to me, his expression softening. I nodded, taking a deep breath. โAs ready as Iโl
Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Loveย ย ย Blueprint 84
Tension hung thick in the air as I spread out the revised blueprints on the long conference table in Noahโs office. My hands were steady, but my mind wasnโt. I could feel his eyes on me, watching as I carefully walked him through my design changes, my voice carrying an edge of determination I didnโt bother to mask. โThis,โ I said, pointing to the curved glass atrium at the center of the blueprint, โis what will set this property apart. Itโs bold, itโs innovative, and it ties in perfectly with our vision of blending natural elements with modern design. Itโs the signature feature that will make people stop and remember this project.โ Noah leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled as he studied the plans. His face was unreadable, a mixture of concentration and skepticism that only deepened the knot in my stomach. โLena,โ he began carefully, his voice calm but firm, โIโm not saying it isnโt stunning. It is. But have you thought about the implications of this design? The glasswork
Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Loveย ย ย Blueprint 83
The first few weeks of our new joint venture were a whirlwind of energy, ideas, and, unsurprisingly, a fair share of tension. While the excitement of creating something groundbreaking was undeniable, the reality of merging my creative vision with Noahโs business-driven approach was more challenging than I had anticipated. We worked from his office most days, a sleek, modern space with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. The room was often filled with blueprints, mood boards, and spreadsheets, a chaotic blend of my design concepts and his meticulously calculated budgets. At the heart of our discussions was a shared goal: to create sustainable, luxurious properties that would stand as a testament to our partnership. But as we dove deeper into the details, it became clear that achieving this goal would require more than just passion and hard workโit would require compromise. One afternoon, I stood by the massive conference table, presenting my initial sketches for the fl
