Hugo Beaumont was known for many things—his unshakable good mood, his decadent lifestyle, and his flair for drama, both onscreen and off. A fixture in the entertainment world, he lived like every night was a red-carpet premiere. At that moment, he had just seen off a lover and was lazily leaning against the balcony railing of his high-rise penthouse, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, the city lights flickering like stars beneath him.When his phone buzzed with a call from Alexander at 3 a.m., Hugo blinked, slightly amused. This hour usually meant one of two things: trouble—or post-coital confusion. And knowing Alexander, it had to be the latter. A smirk curled at the corners of his lips.“Xander,” he drawled, the cigarette dangling from his mouth.Alexander sat on the edge of a sleek leather armchair in the hotel’s dimly lit living room, his elbows on his knees, one hand loosely gripping his phone. His shirt was still undone, and his hair was damp from the cold shower that h
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