Julian pulled back slightly, the heat between them lingering like an unspoken promise.
He let out a soft chuckle, brushing a strand of hair away from her flushed face. “If we keep this up, you’ll miss your grand escape entirely.”
Alexis laughed nervously, her fingers still gripping his shirt. “Grand escape? More like an awkward stumble out the door.”
Julian smirked, his hands still resting lightly on her waist. “Well, consider yourself caught. What do you propose we do now?”
She hesitated, her pulse racing as reality began to seep back into the moment. “Honestly? I have no idea.”
Julian’s gaze softened. “We don’t have to rush into anything, Alexis. If you’re not ready, we can wait.”
The unexpected sincerity in his voice caught her off guard.
She tilted her head, studying him. “Wait, are you saying... like a sex booking for later or something?”
His laughter was deep and genuine, and it warmed her in ways she hadn’t anticipated. “If that’s how you want to phrase it, sure. Pencil me in.”
Her own laughter bubbled up, and for a moment, the weight of everything, the betrayal, the shame, the uncertainty, lifted. She felt lighter, freer, like herself again.
“Come on,” Julian said, stepping back and offering her his hand. “Let’s get out of this room before you start overthinking everything again.”
Alexis took his hand, allowing him to guide her toward the door.
As they stepped out into the corridor, she realized how disheveled she must look, her hair slightly mussed, her cheeks still flushed from the intensity of their earlier exchange.
Julian, as always, seemed effortlessly composed.
“Stop looking so perfect,” she muttered, adjusting her dress and trying to tame her hair.
Julian arched an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Perfect? That’s quite the compliment coming from you.”
Alexis rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at her lips.
As they made their way through the hotel, Alexis couldn’t shake the feeling that every glance from the staff was charged with judgment or curiosity.
She kept her head high, determined not to let her embarrassment show.
Julian, on the other hand, seemed utterly unbothered, even offering a casual nod to the concierge as they passed by.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Alexis whispered, shooting him a side eye.
“Immensely,” Julian replied, his lips quirking into a mischievous grin.
Her cheeks burned, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of a response.
When they finally reached the main lobby, Alexis paused, taking a steadying breath. “Well, I guess this is where we part ways.”
Julian tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “Are you sure you’re okay? I can have my driver take you home if you’d rather not...”
“No,” she interrupted, shaking her head. “I need to face the music on my own. But... thank you, Julian. For everything.”
“Anytime, Alexis,” he said softly, his tone carrying more weight than the simple words suggested.
She turned to leave, but his voice stopped her. “Oh, and Alexis?”
She glanced back, her heart skipping a beat.
“Don’t let anyone make you feel small, not Ryan, not anyone. You deserve more than that.”
Her throat tightened, the sincerity in his words touching something deep within her.
She nodded, unable to speak, and walked out into the crisp morning air.
As Alexis stepped into the sunlight, she felt a strange mix of emotions, relief, confusion, and something else she couldn’t quite name.
Julian had shaken her to her core, but in the best way possible.
She glanced back at the hotel, half expecting to see him watching her leave. But the entrance remained empty, and she let out a small sigh of disappointment.
But as her heels clicked against the pavement, the door to the hotel swung open again, and out stepped Ryan and Sophia.
Alexis froze, her breath catching in her throat as her stomach twisted in knots.
Seeing them together, Ryan’s hand resting lightly on Sophia’s back, the remnants of smug confidence on his face, made everything come crashing back.
The betrayal. The humiliation. The heartbreak.
Sophia noticed her first, her eyes widening in panic before she quickly averted her gaze.
Ryan, however, locked onto Alexis immediately, his expression darkening as his steps quickened toward her.
“What the hell is this, Alexis?” Ryan’s voice was sharp, laced with accusation.
His gaze darted from Alexis to Julian, who had just emerged from the lobby behind her.
Julian, who had noticed her pause, now stepped forward, his presence steady and grounding as he moved to stand just behind her.
His hand lightly touched her elbow, a subtle gesture of support.
“Ryan,” Alexis said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “What a surprise. Out parading your... what should I call her? Girlfriend? Mistress? Partner in crime?” She gestured dismissively toward Sophia, whose cheeks turned crimson.
Ryan’s jaw tightened, ignoring the barb.
His gaze flickered toward Julian again. “Who’s this?”
Alexis tilted her head, a laugh escaping her lips, a laugh void of humor and brimming with disdain.
“Oh, the audacity,” she said, turning to Julian with mock incredulity. “Can you believe this? The man who cheated on me with my best friend thinks he has the right to ask questions about who I’m with?”
Ryan’s nostrils flared. “I’m your fiancé, Alexis.”
That declaration hit her like a slap, her laughter abruptly silenced.
She blinked, her lips parting in disbelief before she found her voice again. “You’re my what?”
“You heard me,” Ryan said, stepping closer, his tone defensive. “We’re engaged. Or have you forgotten?”
Her chest tightened, a wave of fury bubbling to the surface. “Forgotten?” she repeated, her voice low but dangerous. “You want to stand here, next to the woman you betrayed me with, and talk about our engagement? Do you even hear yourself, Ryan?”
“This isn’t about Sophia,” Ryan snapped, clearly flustered now. “It’s about you sneaking around with... with this guy.” He jabbed a finger in Julian’s direction.
Julian, who had remained silent up until now, crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “This guy has a name,” he said coolly. “Julian. Pleasure to meet you, though I wish it were under less pathetic circumstances.”
Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “Stay out of this.”
Julian’s lips twitched in amusement, but he didn’t reply, letting Alexis handle the situation.
“Don’t tell him to stay out of it,” Alexis shot back. “You lost the right to dictate anything about my life the moment you decided to crawl into bed with my best friend. Or do you need me to spell that out for you?”Sophia finally stepped forward, her voice meek. “Alexis, please, this isn’t the place...”“Don’t you dare,” Alexis cut her off, her eyes blazing as she turned on Sophia. “You don’t get to play the peacemaker now. You’re as much to blame as he is.”Sophia shrank back, her lips trembling as tears welled in her eyes.Ryan looked between them, his frustration mounting. “Alexis, you’re making a scene. Let’s talk about this somewhere private...”“Oh, now you care about privacy?” Alexis said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “That’s rich coming from the man who just waltzed out of the hotel with his mistress like it’s a walk in the park.”Ryan opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Julian’s phone buzzed in his pocket.He fished it out, glancing at the screen, and his e
When Alexis stepped through the front door, she was greeted by the warm glow of the foyer chandelier and the faint aroma of lavender from the diffusers her mother adored.Despite the familiar comforts of home, her heart was heavy, and her mind raced with thoughts of Julian, Ryan, and everything that had unfolded.Before she could slip quietly upstairs, her mother’s voice called out from the living room.“Alexis? Is that you?”She froze mid step, closing her eyes briefly before turning toward the source of the voice. “Yes, Mom. I’m home.”Her mother, a poised woman with an impeccable sense of style, emerged from the living room, her silk blouse as unwrinkled as her calm exterior. But the look in her eyes betrayed her concern.“Where have you been?” her mother asked, her tone sharp but laced with worry. “You left the charity event early, and no one could reach you. I called at least ten times.”Alexis sighed, setting her clutch down on the console table by the stairs. “I just needed som
Upstairs, the walls of Alexis Montgomery’s room seemed to close in on her as she collapsed onto the plush bed.The tears that fell now weren’t of regret or heartbreak. They were rooted in a deeper, more bitter emotion.Shame.Her sobs came harder as she clutched the satin pillow, her face buried in its cool surface.She had been so blind, so naive, letting herself believe in a love that was only an illusion.She had been Harrison Montgomery’s daughter her entire life, protected, adored, cherished.How could she have let someone like Ryan deceive her so completely?The betrayal from Ryan stung, but even more unbearable was the realization that she had ignored all the signs.His late night meetings, the subtle changes in his demeanor, and even the gut feeling she had suppressed to maintain the facade of perfection.It wasn’t just that Ryan had lied, it was that she had allowed herself to live in denial, trusting when she should have questioned, loving when she should have doubted.“I wa
The world was exactly as it should be for Alexis Montgomery. At twenty five, she seemed to have it all, an enviable life wrapped in layers of wealth and luxury, one that sparkled with an untouchable gloss of privilege.Alexis, the only daughter of Henry Montgomery, was born into a legacy of riches and influence. Her father, a magnate in the real estate business, had built an empire that stretched across continents, and with it, a life for Alexis that most could only dream of.Her days were filled with the ease of someone who had never had to worry about where the next dollar would come from or how she would pay for anything.The mansion she lived in, nestled in the most exclusive neighborhood of the city, had been her playground since childhood.The sprawling gardens were perfectly manicured year round, and inside the house, rooms were filled with priceless art and antique furniture from across the globe.She had grown up surrounded by elegance, crystal chandeliers, velvet curtains, m
Ryan sat on the edge of the hotel bed, his shirt still half buttoned as he absentmindedly checked his phone.The wedding was in just a few months, and preparations were well underway.Alexis had been sending him endless texts about the caterer, the flowers, and the seating arrangements. But all of it felt like a burden now. He glanced at the woman lying next to him, Sophia, her body draped lazily in the hotel sheets, her eyes watching him with a knowing look.Sophia had been Alexis’s best friend for years, but their affair had started a few months ago, right under Alexis’s nose. It was intoxicating, thrilling in a way his relationship with Alexis never had been.While Alexis was focused on planning the perfect wedding, Ryan had been consumed by the forbidden, the secret moments he stole with Sophia when no one was watching.“This whole wedding thing is a joke,” Ryan muttered, tossing his phone onto the bed. “She’s got everything planned down to the last detail, but it’s not real. Not
The city lights blurred into a hazy glow through the rain soaked taxi window as Alexis sat frozen, her hands trembling on her lap.Her heart pounded so loudly in her chest that she thought it might drown out the sound of her own thoughts.The message replayed in her mind over and over again: "If you want to know the truth about Ryan, come to the Bellaire Hotel. Room 407."The Bellaire Hotel.Her special place with Ryan.A place filled with memories of laughter, whispered promises, and love, or at least what she thought had been love.How could this be happening?It couldn’t be real.She clung to the hope that it was some cruel joke, a mistake, anything but the truth. But the sinking feeling in her stomach only deepened as the taxi neared the hotel.The air inside the cab was stifling, the sound of rain tapping against the windows doing nothing to calm her nerves.Every rational part of her brain told her to stop, to turn around and go home, to pretend she hadn’t seen the message. Yet,
The chill of the hotel stairwell seeped into Alexis’s skin as she lay on the cold floor, her arms wrapped tightly around herself.Her sobs had quieted to shallow gasps, leaving her drained and hollow. For the first time in her life, she felt utterly untethered, like a ship lost at sea with no beacon to guide her back to shore. She barely registered the sound of footsteps approaching.At first, she thought they might belong to Ryan or Sophia, coming to twist the knife even deeper. But when a warm, gentle voice broke through her haze, she looked up, startled. “Alexis?” It was a man, tall and dressed in a dark jacket, his face shadowed by the dim lighting of the stairwell.He crouched in front of her, concern etched into his features. She blinked, trying to place him, but her mind was too foggy, her emotions too raw. “Who...?” “I’m Julian,” he said softly, his tone steady but laced with care. “I sent the message. I couldn’t just leave you to find out like that and not be here a
“You think I’m pathetic, don’t you?” she whispered, her voice thick with alcohol and emotion. “I am. Look at me, crying over a man who never cared, who never even loved me.” “Alexis...” Julian began, his voice low and cautious. She didn’t let him finish.Her hands slid up his chest, and she leaned in, her lips brushing against his jaw. “Maybe I just need to forget,” she murmured, her breath warm and laced with whiskey. “Just for a little while.” Julian gently but firmly grasped her shoulders, creating space between them. “No,” he said softly but firmly.Alexis frowned, her expression hurt and confused. “Why not? Am I not good enough for you either?” “It’s not that,” Julian said, his tone patient but unyielding. “You’re hurting, Alexis. You’re not thinking clearly. And I’m not going to take advantage of that.” Her face crumpled, the walls she’d built all evening finally caving in.She stumbled back, her knees giving out as she sank onto the edge of the sofa. “God,” she whispe
Upstairs, the walls of Alexis Montgomery’s room seemed to close in on her as she collapsed onto the plush bed.The tears that fell now weren’t of regret or heartbreak. They were rooted in a deeper, more bitter emotion.Shame.Her sobs came harder as she clutched the satin pillow, her face buried in its cool surface.She had been so blind, so naive, letting herself believe in a love that was only an illusion.She had been Harrison Montgomery’s daughter her entire life, protected, adored, cherished.How could she have let someone like Ryan deceive her so completely?The betrayal from Ryan stung, but even more unbearable was the realization that she had ignored all the signs.His late night meetings, the subtle changes in his demeanor, and even the gut feeling she had suppressed to maintain the facade of perfection.It wasn’t just that Ryan had lied, it was that she had allowed herself to live in denial, trusting when she should have questioned, loving when she should have doubted.“I wa
When Alexis stepped through the front door, she was greeted by the warm glow of the foyer chandelier and the faint aroma of lavender from the diffusers her mother adored.Despite the familiar comforts of home, her heart was heavy, and her mind raced with thoughts of Julian, Ryan, and everything that had unfolded.Before she could slip quietly upstairs, her mother’s voice called out from the living room.“Alexis? Is that you?”She froze mid step, closing her eyes briefly before turning toward the source of the voice. “Yes, Mom. I’m home.”Her mother, a poised woman with an impeccable sense of style, emerged from the living room, her silk blouse as unwrinkled as her calm exterior. But the look in her eyes betrayed her concern.“Where have you been?” her mother asked, her tone sharp but laced with worry. “You left the charity event early, and no one could reach you. I called at least ten times.”Alexis sighed, setting her clutch down on the console table by the stairs. “I just needed som
“Don’t tell him to stay out of it,” Alexis shot back. “You lost the right to dictate anything about my life the moment you decided to crawl into bed with my best friend. Or do you need me to spell that out for you?”Sophia finally stepped forward, her voice meek. “Alexis, please, this isn’t the place...”“Don’t you dare,” Alexis cut her off, her eyes blazing as she turned on Sophia. “You don’t get to play the peacemaker now. You’re as much to blame as he is.”Sophia shrank back, her lips trembling as tears welled in her eyes.Ryan looked between them, his frustration mounting. “Alexis, you’re making a scene. Let’s talk about this somewhere private...”“Oh, now you care about privacy?” Alexis said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “That’s rich coming from the man who just waltzed out of the hotel with his mistress like it’s a walk in the park.”Ryan opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Julian’s phone buzzed in his pocket.He fished it out, glancing at the screen, and his e
Julian pulled back slightly, the heat between them lingering like an unspoken promise.He let out a soft chuckle, brushing a strand of hair away from her flushed face. “If we keep this up, you’ll miss your grand escape entirely.”Alexis laughed nervously, her fingers still gripping his shirt. “Grand escape? More like an awkward stumble out the door.”Julian smirked, his hands still resting lightly on her waist. “Well, consider yourself caught. What do you propose we do now?”She hesitated, her pulse racing as reality began to seep back into the moment. “Honestly? I have no idea.”Julian’s gaze softened. “We don’t have to rush into anything, Alexis. If you’re not ready, we can wait.”The unexpected sincerity in his voice caught her off guard.She tilted her head, studying him. “Wait, are you saying... like a sex booking for later or something?”His laughter was deep and genuine, and it warmed her in ways she hadn’t anticipated. “If that’s how you want to phrase it, sure. Pencil me in.”
“You think I’m pathetic, don’t you?” she whispered, her voice thick with alcohol and emotion. “I am. Look at me, crying over a man who never cared, who never even loved me.” “Alexis...” Julian began, his voice low and cautious. She didn’t let him finish.Her hands slid up his chest, and she leaned in, her lips brushing against his jaw. “Maybe I just need to forget,” she murmured, her breath warm and laced with whiskey. “Just for a little while.” Julian gently but firmly grasped her shoulders, creating space between them. “No,” he said softly but firmly.Alexis frowned, her expression hurt and confused. “Why not? Am I not good enough for you either?” “It’s not that,” Julian said, his tone patient but unyielding. “You’re hurting, Alexis. You’re not thinking clearly. And I’m not going to take advantage of that.” Her face crumpled, the walls she’d built all evening finally caving in.She stumbled back, her knees giving out as she sank onto the edge of the sofa. “God,” she whispe
The chill of the hotel stairwell seeped into Alexis’s skin as she lay on the cold floor, her arms wrapped tightly around herself.Her sobs had quieted to shallow gasps, leaving her drained and hollow. For the first time in her life, she felt utterly untethered, like a ship lost at sea with no beacon to guide her back to shore. She barely registered the sound of footsteps approaching.At first, she thought they might belong to Ryan or Sophia, coming to twist the knife even deeper. But when a warm, gentle voice broke through her haze, she looked up, startled. “Alexis?” It was a man, tall and dressed in a dark jacket, his face shadowed by the dim lighting of the stairwell.He crouched in front of her, concern etched into his features. She blinked, trying to place him, but her mind was too foggy, her emotions too raw. “Who...?” “I’m Julian,” he said softly, his tone steady but laced with care. “I sent the message. I couldn’t just leave you to find out like that and not be here a
The city lights blurred into a hazy glow through the rain soaked taxi window as Alexis sat frozen, her hands trembling on her lap.Her heart pounded so loudly in her chest that she thought it might drown out the sound of her own thoughts.The message replayed in her mind over and over again: "If you want to know the truth about Ryan, come to the Bellaire Hotel. Room 407."The Bellaire Hotel.Her special place with Ryan.A place filled with memories of laughter, whispered promises, and love, or at least what she thought had been love.How could this be happening?It couldn’t be real.She clung to the hope that it was some cruel joke, a mistake, anything but the truth. But the sinking feeling in her stomach only deepened as the taxi neared the hotel.The air inside the cab was stifling, the sound of rain tapping against the windows doing nothing to calm her nerves.Every rational part of her brain told her to stop, to turn around and go home, to pretend she hadn’t seen the message. Yet,
Ryan sat on the edge of the hotel bed, his shirt still half buttoned as he absentmindedly checked his phone.The wedding was in just a few months, and preparations were well underway.Alexis had been sending him endless texts about the caterer, the flowers, and the seating arrangements. But all of it felt like a burden now. He glanced at the woman lying next to him, Sophia, her body draped lazily in the hotel sheets, her eyes watching him with a knowing look.Sophia had been Alexis’s best friend for years, but their affair had started a few months ago, right under Alexis’s nose. It was intoxicating, thrilling in a way his relationship with Alexis never had been.While Alexis was focused on planning the perfect wedding, Ryan had been consumed by the forbidden, the secret moments he stole with Sophia when no one was watching.“This whole wedding thing is a joke,” Ryan muttered, tossing his phone onto the bed. “She’s got everything planned down to the last detail, but it’s not real. Not
The world was exactly as it should be for Alexis Montgomery. At twenty five, she seemed to have it all, an enviable life wrapped in layers of wealth and luxury, one that sparkled with an untouchable gloss of privilege.Alexis, the only daughter of Henry Montgomery, was born into a legacy of riches and influence. Her father, a magnate in the real estate business, had built an empire that stretched across continents, and with it, a life for Alexis that most could only dream of.Her days were filled with the ease of someone who had never had to worry about where the next dollar would come from or how she would pay for anything.The mansion she lived in, nestled in the most exclusive neighborhood of the city, had been her playground since childhood.The sprawling gardens were perfectly manicured year round, and inside the house, rooms were filled with priceless art and antique furniture from across the globe.She had grown up surrounded by elegance, crystal chandeliers, velvet curtains, m