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Alexander I wipe down the bar in steady passes, the motion hypnotic, almost meditative.The beat of the club pulses low and heavy in my chest, vibrating through my ribs like a second heartbeat. Neon lights flicker over the marble counter, casting a wash of red and blue across my hands.It’s not the chaos I used to crave, the rooftop parties, the scandal, the press. This is quieter. Simpler.Mine.I never thought slinging cocktails behind a bar could feel like a kind of power. But tonight, it does.Until hollow temptation walks in, long legs, glossy lips, and hunger in eyes that used to be my fuel. A group of them cluster near the end of the bar, laughing too loud, sipping overpriced cocktails, and shooting looks my way like I’m still the guy who might bite.Boyfriends shift beside them, stiff with jealousy, but the women don’t care. They lean forward, licking salt from theirrims, tossing out flirty questions like, “So, do you come with the drink menu?”

Last Updated : 2025-11-12

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JosephineI curl into the corner of my couch, legs tucked under me, wrapped in one of Alexander ’s oversized shirts that hangs off one shoulder. The cotton smells like him, warm and faintly spicy, and it feels like a second skin. The kind I don’t want to take off.Takeout containers litter the coffee table, half-eaten pad thai and a mess of crumpled napkins. It’s chaos. Cozy, delicious chaos.Alexander pads in from the kitchen barefoot, his damp hair sticking up in wild tufts, sweatpants slung low on his hips. He’s holding a bottle of wine in one hand, two mismatched glasses in the other. His grin is lazy and lopsided, like he’s never been more content in his life.He settles beside me, close enough that our thighs touch, and hands me a spring roll like it’s a peace offering. Or maybe a bribe.He cracks open the wine with a casual twist. “I know it’s not some glitzy dinner party, but I figured you deserved a night off.”I take the spring roll and bump his kn

Last Updated : 2025-11-12

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The room is warm from the wine, the laughter, the truth we spilled on the floor. But it’s our skin that turns it into something else entirely.His hands trail over me slowly, like he’s memorizing every inch.I tug his shirt off and let my fingers explore the defined ridges of his abdomen, following the line of his V until his breath stutters.He kisses me again, deeper now, surer. The kind of kiss that says there’s no one else, nowhere else.His mouth finds my neck, my shoulder, and the top of my breast, until I’m arching beneath him, breath catching as his hands grip my hips.My shirt and joins his on the floor. Then his mouth is on my chest, slow, open-mouthed kisses that make my thighs clench.One hand slips between my legs, moving my panties to the side.His fingers brush against my clit in gentle circles. The sensation coils low in my belly, making my breath hitch.I open for him instinctively, moaning as he slides two fingers inside me, slow and

Last Updated : 2025-11-13

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After a few quiet minutes, Alexander gently pulls away, presses a kiss to my shoulder, and slips out of bed. "Be right back."Water starts running in the bathroom, a towel drawer shuffles.He returns with a warm, damp towel and the kind of tenderness in his eyes that makes my throat go tight.He kneels beside me, cleaning me up with slow, careful movements. Then he disappears again, only to return with a glass of water.He gives me a crooked smile. "Hydration. I hear it's important after mind-blowing sex."I take the glass, grinning. "You planning to make it a habit?""Oh, you have no idea."Tangled in sheets and breathless laughter, he rests his hand over my heart.“I still can’t believe you’re real.”I run my fingers through his hair, slow and gentle. “Don’t screw it up, then.”He grins against my skin. “Was that a proposal?”I smirk. “Don’t push it.”We’re quiet for a moment, and then he speaks again, softer now.“When I was a

Last Updated : 2025-11-14

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JosephineThe city’s just starting to yawn awake when I slip out the door, hoodie pulled low, sunglasses shielding my puffy eyes. My leggings are tucked into scuffed sneakers, and my hair’s scraped into a bun that’s doing its best impression of a bird’s nest.Still, I feel light, rumpled, glowing, and wrapped in the kind of satisfaction that lingers long after the night ends.There’s a buzz under my skin, residual and electric. The kind that only comes after a night like the one we had. Alexander , all soft hands and whispered promises. That quiet confession, tangled in sheets and moonlight.For once, I don’t feel like I’m sprinting toward something. Or away. I’m just… here.I head to the corner café for my usual, oat milk latte, double shot, and something sweet to take back for Alexander . A reward for being the kind of man I didn’t know I needed until he showed up in my life like a wrecking ball in designer jeans.I’m scrolling through my notes for the merg

Last Updated : 2025-11-15

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Alexander A door closing pulls me from sleep.I blink into the gray morning light, head pounding from a night that wasn't supposed to end in confusion. I rake a hand through my hair and stumble toward the kitchen, shirtless, scratching my chest.The smell of coffee hits me first. Sharp. Burnt.Then I see her, messy bun falling loose, face pale, dark circles under her eyes as she paces back and forth across the living room like a storm trapped in a bottle, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides.My gut knots instantly.“Jos?” My voice comes out rough, still thick with sleep.She turns at the sound, with a sharpness that freezes me in place.Her eyes are wild. Hurt. Furious.“How many were there?”The words slice through the quiet like a blade.I blink, caught off guard. “What?”Her jaw tightens, straining to hold back everything she wants to say. Like the question is just the tip of something deeper. Something breaking.J

Last Updated : 2025-11-16

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JosephineThe apartment is silent. Not the kind of silence that soothes, but the kind that gnaws at you, like a hollow echo in a space that used to be alive. The walls feel stripped of warmth, the air thin, the stillness heavy as stone.I lie on the bed with my eyes fixed on the ceiling, refusing to blink because every time I close them, his face is there. The indentation of Alexander’s absence presses against me as if he left behind a weight I can’t push off.Outside, the city roars on—sirens wail in the distance, muffled laughter floats up from the street, engines growl down the avenue. It all sounds maddeningly normal. Cruelly normal. As though the world had the audacity to keep moving forward while I am locked in place, unraveling.My hand drifts almost unconsciously to my stomach. The touch is instinctive, protective, tender in a way that terrifies me.I’m not ready.I used to think I was unbreakable. That I could endure anything—career sabotage, heartbr

Last Updated : 2025-11-17

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Josephine The thought slices clean through the hope still clinging to my chest.Before I can spiral any further, my phone buzzes sharply against the nightstand.E.I swipe to answer, dragging the comforter tighter around me like armor."Hey.""Hey, Josephine," E says, voice brisk but kind. "Just wanted to say the offer’s still on the table. Once this merger wraps up, there’s a senior partner seat with your name on it."My throat tightens. I swallow hard."Thanks. That means a lot.""It should. You’ve handled this mess better than anyone could. Honestly? You’re one of the best we’ve ever had. No one juggles fire like you."I smile weakly, wishing I felt like the badass she’s describingWe chat for a few minutes, touching on the merger, the endless board meetings, and how "babysitting Alexander " was supposed to be the easy part of the deal."You holding up okay?" E asks, tone dipping softer."Yeah," I lie. "Just tired. A lot going

Last Updated : 2025-11-18

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Alexander My phone buzzes in my pocket as I step out of the bar.The night air is sharp, slicing straight through the haze clouding my brain.I pull it out, thumb already swiping across the screen. And then I freeze.Josephine’s name.Her message.You need to tell me everything.My chest tightens.Everything?What the hell does she mean?Is this about the fight? The pregnancy?The women from the café?Or something else I’m too stupid to see coming?I call her immediately, heart hammering against my ribs.Straight to voicemail.Fuck.I shove my phone in my pocket and take off down the sidewalk, practically sprinting toward the apartment. Every step feels heavier than the last.When I finally burst through the door, Josephine’s sitting at the kitchen table, motionless.Her face is pale. Her hands tight in her lap.An envelope lies open beside her.The air in the room feels wrong. Too still, too sharp.

Last Updated : 2025-11-18

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JosephineI sit on the couch rifling through the threats Alexander hid from me.Four messages. Four threats. Four chances he had to tell me.Four opportunities he wasted, thinking he was protecting me.My phone lights up again on the coffee table, the screen flashing a name I don’t have the energy to hate right now.Dad.Still, I don’t move.I don’t answer.The damage is already done, spreading through me like a slow, sick kind of poison.From down the hall, the shower is running.He's here.Close enough to touch.But he feels miles away.I squeeze one of the notes in my fist until the edges dig into my palm, the sting grounding me in something that isn’t helplessness.I need to remember he thought he was doing the right thing. Convinced himself that by lying he was protecting me somehow. Thought that ignorance was safety.But love isn't supposed to be a cage you’re locked inside without a key.I know what’s coming nex

Last Updated : 2025-11-19

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