Chapter 63 – “Building Again”The mornings had begun to feel different.Clara woke up to the rustle of sheets and the quiet hum of Alex brushing his teeth in the en suite bathroom. The scent of espresso drifted down the hall, and in the kitchen, the CEO of Banks Holdings had somehow developed a surprising talent: making breakfast.“Scrambled or sunny side up?” he called out, still shirtless in grey sweatpants.Clara padded into the kitchen, her bare feet silent against the tiled floor. “Whatever doesn’t burn.”He gave her a mock glare over his shoulder. “You wound me.”“I’ve seen your toast,” she replied with a smirk, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist.It was in these small moments—his hand instinctively finding hers, her head leaning against his back—that the healing took root. No grand declarations. No sweeping drama. Just comfort.They shared breakfast in silence, their knees brushing under the table. Her foot slid along his calf playfully, and he raised a
Chapter 64 – “The First Steps Forward”The steady click of Clara’s keyboard filled the apartment, a soft rhythm against the background hum of life—distant traffic, the occasional chirp of birds outside the window, and the gentle whir of the espresso machine Alex had insisted on installing in the kitchen despite never using it properly.Clara sat curled on the couch, a throw blanket wrapped around her legs, laptop perched atop a pillow. The cursor blinked at the end of her paragraph, a quiet companion to the rush of ideas flowing from her mind to the screen.She hadn’t written like this in months—maybe years. The words came in fits and starts, unsure at first, then gradually more confident. The piece she was working on wasn’t much—a personal essay about healing, written with aching honesty—but it felt important. Necessary.It felt like hers.From the kitchen, Alex leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, watching her with a soft smile.“How’s the masterpiece coming along?” he asked,
Chapter 65 – “Golden Days”The sunlight poured through the windows in golden ribbons, bathing the apartment in a glow that made everything feel new—hopeful.Clara stirred beneath the sheets, the silk-smooth comforter sliding against her bare skin. She reached out instinctively, her hand brushing against warm muscle. Alex was still there. Still real.His breathing was slow, even. Peaceful.She turned slightly to face him, propping her head on one hand as she watched him sleep. There was something disarming about Alex Banks in rest—his expression unguarded, the faint shadows beneath his eyes softened by rest. He looked younger somehow. Softer. A man no longer carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.Clara leaned in and kissed his jaw, just below the slight stubble. He stirred, his lips quirking into a half-smile.“Good morning,” he murmured.“Good morning,” she whispered back, curling into his side.They stayed like that for a while—bodies tangled, hearts beating in rhythm, wo
Chapter 66: "Plans and Promises"***** Morning ComfortClara stirred awake slowly, the golden morning light peeking through the sheer curtains of Alex’s penthouse bedroom. The soft hum of the city far below was muffled, cocooned by the height of the tower and the thick glass windows. For a moment, she didn’t move. She simply lay there, her cheek nestled against the warmth of the pillow, her eyes fixed on the man sleeping beside her.Alex Banks looked more like a boy than a CEO when he was asleep. The worry lines on his forehead had eased, his dark lashes resting against his cheek. His hand was draped across her waist protectively, as if even in sleep, he feared losing her. Clara’s heart squeezed at the sight. There was a peace in this moment she hadn’t felt in a long time.She gently brushed her fingers through his hair, dark strands slipping between her fingers like silk. He stirred, his hand tightening slightly around her.“You’re staring,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.“
Chapter 67: "A Place to Call Home"Clara stirred beneath the soft weight of the duvet, the scent of bergamot and cedarwood clinging faintly to the sheets. She blinked against the gentle flood of sunlight trickling in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Alex’s penthouse. For the first time in what felt like forever, her heart wasn’t clenched in anticipation of the next blow. Instead, there was warmth—real warmth. And Alex’s arm was wrapped around her waist.She turned slightly to find him already awake, his stormy eyes softened as they watched her. A half-smile played on his lips. “Good morning,” he murmured, voice low and still rough with sleep.“Morning,” she whispered back, her fingers curling into the hem of his shirt.There were no apologies, no heavy sighs—only the kind of stillness that felt earned. The kind that came after weathering one storm too many. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger there as if making a silent vow. “You’re home now,” he
1**THE BREAKUP** Clara sat down for the stylist to begin her work. It was her wedding day, the day she had been anticipating for. She looked at her beautiful wedding dress and smiled. Finally, She and Jeremy would tie the knot. Jeremy walked in suddenly with a girl by his side. "Jeremy what are you doing here? You know that you're not supposed to see the bride before the wedding." Clara said looking all excited. "Wedding my foot, Clara we need to talk" Jeremy said and signalled the stylist to leave the room. "What is so important that we need to talk about and who's that girl beside you"Clara asked. "She is Vivian the rightful owner of that wedding dress"Jeremy said pointing to the wedding dress on the mannequin. "Wait, what do you mean?" Clara asked confused. "I'm breaking up with you and getting married to Vivian here" Jeremy said and hugged Vivian's waist. "What do you mean you're breaking up with me?"Clara asked on the verge of tears. Vivian couldn't take it
Clara opened her eyes the next morning. Wait where was she!!. She had a terrible headache, probably from all the drinking last night. She looked around the unfamiliar room, the room was quite luxurious . She looked under the sheets and found out she was naked. What in the world happened last night? She couldn't wrap her head around it. She heard the sound of running water in the bathroom and then it stopped. A fine young handsome man stepped out of the bathroom. She recognised him. "You're Jeremy boss!!" "Yes, I am"Alex banks nodded. "What are you doing here? what happened last night" "This is my room" "So how did I end up in your room?" Clara asked. "Are you kidding me? You really don't remember what happened last night. How you forced me to get drunk, dragged me here and asked me to sleep with you" Alex banks said trying to look all innocent. "You must be mistaken, I'll never do such a thing" "Then why are you naked on my bed?"Alex asked. "You must've taken ad
Clara stepped out of her room after freshening up. She looked really great this morning. "Look at you looking good after having an all night sex" Avi teased which made Clara blush. "Stop teasing me already" Clara said and waved her hand. "So where are you going?" Avi asked. "I'm going to Jeremy's place to pick up my things" "Let me come with you "Avi suggested "No need for that, I'll handle things there myself okay. Thanks for worrying about me "Clara said and planted a kiss on Avi's forehead. **AT THE BANKS OFFICE* Kevin, Alex assistant didn't know what was going on with the CEO today. He was all smiles ever since he arrived at the office this morning. "Sir,it seems you're in a good mood this morning" Kevin said. "Of course, I met a girl last night and she was hot" Alex banks said. Kevin now realised the reason behind his smiles. The boss had met a girl but he had never slept with a girl. "I had sex with this girl". Alex said shocking Kevin. "Wait, you di
Chapter 67: "A Place to Call Home"Clara stirred beneath the soft weight of the duvet, the scent of bergamot and cedarwood clinging faintly to the sheets. She blinked against the gentle flood of sunlight trickling in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Alex’s penthouse. For the first time in what felt like forever, her heart wasn’t clenched in anticipation of the next blow. Instead, there was warmth—real warmth. And Alex’s arm was wrapped around her waist.She turned slightly to find him already awake, his stormy eyes softened as they watched her. A half-smile played on his lips. “Good morning,” he murmured, voice low and still rough with sleep.“Morning,” she whispered back, her fingers curling into the hem of his shirt.There were no apologies, no heavy sighs—only the kind of stillness that felt earned. The kind that came after weathering one storm too many. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger there as if making a silent vow. “You’re home now,” he
Chapter 66: "Plans and Promises"***** Morning ComfortClara stirred awake slowly, the golden morning light peeking through the sheer curtains of Alex’s penthouse bedroom. The soft hum of the city far below was muffled, cocooned by the height of the tower and the thick glass windows. For a moment, she didn’t move. She simply lay there, her cheek nestled against the warmth of the pillow, her eyes fixed on the man sleeping beside her.Alex Banks looked more like a boy than a CEO when he was asleep. The worry lines on his forehead had eased, his dark lashes resting against his cheek. His hand was draped across her waist protectively, as if even in sleep, he feared losing her. Clara’s heart squeezed at the sight. There was a peace in this moment she hadn’t felt in a long time.She gently brushed her fingers through his hair, dark strands slipping between her fingers like silk. He stirred, his hand tightening slightly around her.“You’re staring,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.“
Chapter 65 – “Golden Days”The sunlight poured through the windows in golden ribbons, bathing the apartment in a glow that made everything feel new—hopeful.Clara stirred beneath the sheets, the silk-smooth comforter sliding against her bare skin. She reached out instinctively, her hand brushing against warm muscle. Alex was still there. Still real.His breathing was slow, even. Peaceful.She turned slightly to face him, propping her head on one hand as she watched him sleep. There was something disarming about Alex Banks in rest—his expression unguarded, the faint shadows beneath his eyes softened by rest. He looked younger somehow. Softer. A man no longer carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.Clara leaned in and kissed his jaw, just below the slight stubble. He stirred, his lips quirking into a half-smile.“Good morning,” he murmured.“Good morning,” she whispered back, curling into his side.They stayed like that for a while—bodies tangled, hearts beating in rhythm, wo
Chapter 64 – “The First Steps Forward”The steady click of Clara’s keyboard filled the apartment, a soft rhythm against the background hum of life—distant traffic, the occasional chirp of birds outside the window, and the gentle whir of the espresso machine Alex had insisted on installing in the kitchen despite never using it properly.Clara sat curled on the couch, a throw blanket wrapped around her legs, laptop perched atop a pillow. The cursor blinked at the end of her paragraph, a quiet companion to the rush of ideas flowing from her mind to the screen.She hadn’t written like this in months—maybe years. The words came in fits and starts, unsure at first, then gradually more confident. The piece she was working on wasn’t much—a personal essay about healing, written with aching honesty—but it felt important. Necessary.It felt like hers.From the kitchen, Alex leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, watching her with a soft smile.“How’s the masterpiece coming along?” he asked,
Chapter 63 – “Building Again”The mornings had begun to feel different.Clara woke up to the rustle of sheets and the quiet hum of Alex brushing his teeth in the en suite bathroom. The scent of espresso drifted down the hall, and in the kitchen, the CEO of Banks Holdings had somehow developed a surprising talent: making breakfast.“Scrambled or sunny side up?” he called out, still shirtless in grey sweatpants.Clara padded into the kitchen, her bare feet silent against the tiled floor. “Whatever doesn’t burn.”He gave her a mock glare over his shoulder. “You wound me.”“I’ve seen your toast,” she replied with a smirk, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist.It was in these small moments—his hand instinctively finding hers, her head leaning against his back—that the healing took root. No grand declarations. No sweeping drama. Just comfort.They shared breakfast in silence, their knees brushing under the table. Her foot slid along his calf playfully, and he raised a
Chapter 62 – "The Calm Before"The mornings had shifted.Gone were the days Clara awoke to uncertainty or silence. Now, sunlight spilled over silk sheets, and Alex’s arms were often the first thing she felt—warm, solid, secure. They had found a rhythm. Unspoken, yes. Fragile, still. But real.Clara moved quietly through the penthouse kitchen, barefoot in one of Alex’s crisp button-downs, the hem skimming her thighs. She brewed coffee with practiced ease, the scent filling the open space like memory. The kind of domestic ease she never thought she’d find again. Not after Jeremy. Not after the chaos. But Alex was different now—gentler, more present.Behind her, she heard his footsteps before he even spoke. “You’re up early,” Alex murmured, voice still rough with sleep. He came up behind her, pressing a slow kiss to the side of her neck. “Trying to seduce me before the board meeting?”She laughed softly, leaning into him. “If I wanted to seduce you, I wouldn’t be wearing this much clothi
Chapter 61The sky above the city was streaked with orange and lavender as dusk settled in, casting a soft glow over the skyline. Clara stood on the balcony of Alex Banks’ penthouse, her arms resting on the railing, a cup of tea warming her hands. The breeze stirred loose strands of her hair as she gazed out at the horizon, her thoughts quieter than they had been in weeks.Behind her, the sliding door whispered open, and Alex stepped out. He was barefoot, dressed in a white shirt rolled to his elbows and gray slacks, his hair slightly tousled from a long day. He said nothing at first, just slipped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder."You’re quiet today," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her neck.Clara leaned back into his embrace, her eyes fluttering closed. "It feels like we can finally breathe."He didn’t respond immediately. They stood in silence, listening to the hum of the city, the rhythmic beating of each other’s hearts. Eventually, he
She pulled on the oversized sweater he’d given her — it hung off one shoulder and smelled like cedar and soap — then padded barefoot out into the small living room. There he was. Alex Banks stood in the tiny kitchen, shirtless, barefoot, hair messy from sleep. He was holding a frying pan awkwardly with one hand and a spatula with the other, staring down at the eggs with the concentration of a man preparing for open-heart surgery. Clara leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, trying not to smile. “Is that... smoke?” He glanced back, startled. Then—smirk. “No. It’s... enthusiasm. Escaping.” “Uh-huh,” she said, walking over. “You’re burning them.” “I like them with a little character.” “Charcoal isn’t a character trait, Alex.” He looked sheepish as she took the spatula from him and gently nudged him aside. “You’re impossible,” she murmured, cracking another egg into the pan with practiced ease. Alex leaned against the counter beside her, watching her in silence. His gaze was
The morning sunlight spilled softly across the floor of Alex Banks’ penthouse, washing the cream-colored walls in gold. Clara stirred beneath the sheets, momentarily forgetting where she was until the faint scent of cedarwood and crisp linen wrapped around her like a memory. The bed was too large, the silence too still, and then she turned her head and saw him. Alex was leaning against the doorway, shirtless, holding two steaming mugs of coffee. His eyes caught hers and something unspoken passed between them — not the usual tension, not the guarded glances they used to exchange, but something new. Softer. Real. "You like your coffee with too much sugar," he said, walking toward her. She smiled, sitting up, pulling the sheets tighter around her. "And you like yours bitter. Like your soul." He handed her the mug, chuckling. "Careful, Clara. I might start thinking you like waking up here." Clara's fingers wrapped around the mug, and her eyes didn’t leave his. "Maybe I do." --- Day