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And just like that, the room shifted.His eyes landed on me—not startled, not annoyed. More like I’d stepped into something he hadn’t decided whether to hide or let me see.I froze so sharply the files nearly slid from my grip.“Sorry…I didn’t knock. My hands were full.”My voice sounded thin, too aware of itself.He didn’t answer right away.He just looked at me. Really looked. His tie hung loosely from one hand, his shirt slightly undone, his hair mussed like he’d been pacing or thinking too hard… or losing patience with himself.I shouldn’t have stared.But I did.He noticed.His jaw tightened the slightest bit, a shift so subtle anyone else would have missed it. The air thickened, warm and reckless, humming with everything neither of us named.He was the one who looked away first.That tiny lapse—his control slipping by a fraction—hit me harder than I wanted to admit.He placed the tie on the table with deliberate calm, pretending I hadn’t just caught him in a moment that didn’t b

Alexander POV I got to the office earlier than usual. Not because of the deal. Not because of the endless revisions waiting on my desk. Because of her. I wouldn’t admit that out loud. Not even to myself for more than three seconds. But yesterday, after that… almost… whatever that was, my mind refused to shut down. I hadn’t slept. Not really. Maybe an hour. Two at best. Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. So I came in early. Work is predictable. She isn’t. I needed the predictability. A few hours later, I heard her footsteps before I saw her. Light. Quick. Uneven. She was trying too hard to appear normal. She whispered a greeting to the office, and I could already tell something was wrong. Her tone was flat. Her energy was off. She walked past my door, and for a moment, just a moment, I almost called her. Almost. I didn’t. I told myself it wasn’t my concern. That she was probably overthinking something like she always does. That I should focus on the multinational deal. But my

The morning after the business gala felt wrong.Like the world decided to pretend nothing happened last night.I arrived early. I always do.But today, I could not sit still.I removed my jacket, rolled up my sleeves, tried to distract myself with the quarterly numbers with an executive.It did not work.The elevator opened, and she stepped out.Her eyes found mine.And I felt it again, that split second of recognition that hit harder than it should.I looked at her.Not past her.Not around her.At her.Just one second.But it was too much and not enough at the same time.I returned to my conversation because I had to, not because I wanted to.She sat at her desk. I noticed her hands trembling slightly as she typed.Yes I can see her from my office.She thought she hid it well.She never does.A few minutes later:“Aria.”Her name tasted unfamiliar in my mouth.Warmer than it should.She stood, attentive, professional.“Pull up the contract I sent yesterday.”She nodded.I headed tow

After everything that happened in the car with my boss, I got home and collapsed on my bed without taking off my clothes or even touching my makeup. My body felt wired and exhausted at the same time. The confusion, the tension, the way he looked at me and then told me goodnight… it was too much. And I knew I needed to talk to Tracy. I had been avoiding her calls for days because life had been dragging me by the neck. Work. Survival. And my stupid growing attraction to my boss. But today felt like my chest was too tight to carry everything alone. So I called her on FaceTime. She picked on the third ring, shouting in that dramatic voice of hers, “Hiiiii my ever gorg woman. I thought you were never going to call me again. I called you several times but you did not pick. Are you fine?” That was all it took for the tears to spill. Ugly, embarrassing tears. They rolled out before I could stop them. Between shaky breaths I blurted everything out. The heartbreak. The bar. The stranger. T

While I sat there watching him sleep, I noticed his shoulders were trembling. The air conditioner was blowing directly at him. I stood quietly and turned it off. The room fell into a softer silence. He needed a blanket. Since he had come from upstairs when I arrived, I went up the staircase. The hallway was long and quiet, lined with doors. Of course I did not know which was which. I tried the first door. Locked. The second. Also locked. The third door opened and I stepped inside. The room was monochrome. Clean lines. A large bed with deep charcoal sheets. Black curtains. Silver frames. Dark wood. The place smelled like him. Calm. Cool. Controlled. Alexander in room form. I moved toward the dresser and noticed a drawer half open. Inside were a few photographs. Alexander with a woman who looked warm and kind. A little boy who could only be Ethan with the same eyes. A family frozen in a time before everything broke apart. Guilt pricked the center of my chest. What was I doing