Todos los capítulos de Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Love: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

I hadn’t expected a new architect to come on board, not with everything already in motion. But when I received the email that Julian Blake, a well-known architect with a reputation for groundbreaking designs, was being brought in as a consultant for one of the resort’s key features, I felt an unexpected wave of curiosity.Julian Blake was everything Noah was not. Where Noah was calculated and strategic, Julian was charismatic and effortlessly charming. His designs were futuristic, often pushing the boundaries of what was considered traditional. He had a string of impressive projects under his belt, and his name alone was enough to make people take notice. But what intrigued me more was the way he operated—he wasn’t just a great architect; he was a master at working a room.As I sat at my desk, reading through his credentials and the details of his involvement, I tried to push aside the feeling of unease creeping up on me. This was a professional move, nothing more. Still, I couldn’t i

The tension between Noah and Julian was becoming more noticeable by the day, and it was starting to mess with my head. At first, I thought I was imagining things—after all, I had been so caught up in my own feelings for Noah that I couldn’t see straight. But as the days wore on, it was hard to ignore how Noah’s mood shifted whenever Julian was around.It wasn’t just that Noah was quiet; it was the little things. His jaw would tighten when Julian suggested a change or offered an idea, and I could feel his gaze on me more than usual when I was working with Julian. It wasn’t even about the project anymore—it was about me. I wasn’t sure how I knew that, but there was no denying it.And Julian, of course, wasn’t helping. His charm, his easy smiles, the way he always found a reason to come over and talk to me—it was flattering, no doubt. He made me feel like I was the most important person in the room, something Noah had never done. But there was something about the way Julian made his inte

It started with an email.The subject line read: “Dinner Meeting – Resort Updates.”At first, I didn’t think much of it. Meetings with Noah were common, whether they were last-minute phone calls or in-person discussions to iron out the details of the resort. But this email felt different. It was succinct, almost too formal for Noah. He had included a time, a location, and one simple line: “We need to go over some key elements in private.”I stared at the screen for longer than I should have, my mind spinning. Was this just a professional dinner? Or was there more to it?Lately, the lines between us had been blurring. Ever since our honest conversation about our feelings, things had shifted. He’d been softer with me, more open, and I’d caught myself looking at him differently—wondering if those long stares and subtle smiles were intentional or just my imagination.The email left me with more questions than answers. Why couldn’t we have this meeting in the office? What could be so impor

The rooftop felt smaller now, as though the world around us had disappeared, leaving just the two of us and the glow of the city lights. The weight of Noah’s words lingered in the air—the vulnerability he’d shown earlier was still fresh in my mind, and it was stirring something inside me.I couldn’t stop looking at him, at the way he leaned back in his chair with a quiet confidence that somehow felt softer now. He wasn’t the billionaire boss tonight, the commanding presence who ran meetings with precision. He was just Noah—a man who had shown me a side of himself that most people never got to see.And it made me want to share, too.“I have to admit,” I said, breaking the silence, “hearing you talk about your struggles... it makes you seem more human.”He raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a faint smile. “Was I not human before?”I laughed softly. “You know what I mean. You’re always so composed, so in control. It’s easy to forget that you’ve had your own challenges.”He tilted h

The elevator doors slid open to the rooftop, and I stepped out into the cool night air, the faint hum of the city below us creating a quiet rhythm. The rooftop looked as beautiful as it had the first time I saw it, bathed in soft, golden light from the string of twinkling lights above. Noah was already there, standing by the edge of the railing with his hands resting on the cool metal.He turned at the sound of my footsteps, his expression softening when he saw me. “I wasn’t sure if you’d come,” he said, his voice quiet but steady.I stopped a few feet away from him, suddenly hyperaware of the weight of the moment. “I wasn’t sure either,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.He smiled faintly, his gaze holding mine. “I’m glad you did.”I nodded, my heart thundering in my chest. Something about the way he was looking at me—so open, so unguarded—made it impossible to keep my emotions at bay.---We stood there for a moment, neither of us speaking, as the city lights sparkled aro