Audrey.I slide into the backseat, smoothing down my dress as Talia climbs into the front beside Nikolas. The moment her seatbelt clicks, he leans in and kisses her, soft and familiar, like they’ve done this a thousand times before. I look away, swallowing hard as my throat burns. It shouldn’t make me think of Xavier, but it does. Even now that he's not here, I remember the weight of his stare on my face, the way his touch had burned through my cheek like I was something fragile, the way his lips had been soft and sweet. I hate that it makes my breath hitch, because Gary is sitting beside me, close enough that his cologne mixes with the lingering scent of leather in the car. He’s my date tonight and I should be focusing on him. “You look beautiful tonight,” he says in a deep baritone voice and I turn to face him, blinking out of my thoughts. He’s attractive, I realize—not in the way Xavier is, all sharp edges and controlled intensity. He's tall with sharp cheekbones and fu
Xavier. The Skype meeting is dragging longer than necessary. I sit at my desk at home with my fingers steepled, barely listening as one of my senior designers drones on about fabric choices. Normally, I would have engaged in the discussion—this fashion show was mine, after all—but my mind has been elsewhere all day. I straighten as the meeting finally wraps up, giving a clipped nod before ending the call. I lean back in my chair, exhaling through my nose as I run a hand through my hair. The fashion show is in less than two months, and the pressure is suffocating. The designers are competent, yes, but I'm the problem. Everything has been set in order, apart from the masterpiece I'm supposed to create. I still haven't been able to draw anything. And I can't postpone the show, even though I'd love to. The date has already been concluded and adverts are already flying. I scrub a hand down my face and shut my laptop. I need to figure out how to get my groove back. Suddenly, th
Audrey.Xavier kisses like he owns me. Like he has every right to pull me against him, like he knows exactly how to unravel me with nothing but his hands and his lips and the way he breathes me in like I’m something worth needing. I hate that my body listens before my mind does. Because the second his fingers tangle in my hair and his mouth claims mine, I’m gone. Lost in the heat of him, in the way he tastes—whiskey and something deeper, something familiar. Something I'm not supposed to miss, but I do nonetheless. I shouldn’t be doing this. But my fingers betray me, fisting the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer when I should be pushing him away. And just when I think I might drown in him completely, the sharp ring of his phone slices through the moment like a blade. He curses under his breath, and I pull back just enough for the cold air to settle between us. His chest rises and falls, his grip still firm on me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. I might. I take a
Xavier.I promised myself I wasn't going to drink anymore. But as I stand by my counter, I pour myself a swig and down it.The whiskey burns going down, but it doesn’t burn enough to erase the way her lips felt against mine. It doesn't burn enough to silence the words that left my mouth before I could stop them. ‘I don’t want to lose you again.’I squeeze my eyes shut, gripping the glass tighter, hating myself for letting the words slip out. For actually meaning them. The promise I made to myself—no more Audrey—was broken the second I saw her on that dance floor. The moment I grabbed her, dragged her outside, and kissed her like I had any fucking right to. So what’s one more promise to break? I pour another drink, the ice clinking as I down it in one gulp. “You swore you weren’t drinking anymore,” Ethan says from his position on the couch. I left the club after Audrey left, needing to be alone but the shit head followed me home.I let out a dry laugh and tilt the glass towa
Xavier.The pencil glides across the page like it has a mind of its own.I don’t think or second-guess. My hand moves on instinct, sketching lines that turn into curves, curves that turn into lace, and lace that turns into something dangerous. Something sinful. Something I can’t take my eyes off. By the time I come up for air, my chest is tight, my pulse erratic. Because I know exactly what I’ve drawn. It’s her. The red fabric with beaded gold threads, the delicate lace tracing over soft skin, the way the straps dip into places I shouldn’t be thinking about. I realize that this isn’t just a lingerie design. It’s something I created for her, something I desperately want to see on her. I lean back, dragging a hand through my hair as I exhale a sharp laugh. I should be frustrated. I should be furious that even when I try to focus, even when I tell myself I’m done with her, she’s still in my head. But instead, I smile. Because for the first time in weeks, I can create agai
Audrey.The moment Xavier steps into the café, my heart reacts before my mind does. It seizes in my chest, like it forgot how to function for a split second. Then it picks up again—too fast, too hard—thudding against my ribs in a way that makes me feel alive and terrified all at once. I grip the tray in my hands, my fingers tightening around the edges like it’s the only thing keeping me tethered to the ground. He’s here. He came for me.That has to be the reason, right? That’s the only thing that makes sense. But he only glances at me for not more than a second. Then, his eyes sweep past me like I’m just another face in the crowd, and then they land on Talia. And he walks straight to her. Something inside me withers. I feel it like a physical thing, like a flower blooming for the sun, only to realize the light isn’t for her. For a moment, I stand there, frozen and breathless, watching as they exchange words I can’t hear. Then Xavier gestures toward the door, and Tali
Xavier.It's been three days since I kissed Audrey in her apartment. Three days since I gave her the box before leaving. It wasn't until after I left before she realized that it was a brand new phone in the box, the latest model.I had barely stepped out of the elevator that led to my penthouse that night when my phone rang. I quickly punched in my code and entered my house before I accepted the incoming video call from Talia.But it was Audrey's face I saw. She held the phone I bought her in her right hand, eyes wide, lips parted in shock before shaking her head furiously and saying, “Xavier, this is too much.”I smirked and said, “Too bad. It's yours now. And why are you calling with Talia's phone? My number is already programmed into yours.”“I don't want it, Xavier.”“You either keep it, or I start showing up at your workplace every day until you accept it.”That got her. She scowled at me and ended the call. Later that night, she texted me a single word: Fine.I went to sleep t
Audrey.“Don't you dare leave.”Xavier’s text sits on my screen, the words possessive and teasing at the same time.I roll my eyes but feel the tug of a smile anyway.I don’t respond. Not because I don’t want to, but because a customer steps up to the counter, eyeing the pastries like they hold the answers to life’s mysteries.By the time I take her order and hand her a paper bag filled with croissants, the moment has passed. But the warmth in my chest lingers, and when I glance at my reflection in the pastry case, I catch the embarrassing truth—I’m blushing.“Good Lord, Audrey. You’re a walking cliché.”Talia’s voice comes from behind me, dripping with amusement, and I don’t have to turn around to know she’s watching me like a predator with fresh gossip.I glare at her over my shoulder. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”She smirks. “Uh-huh. So you’re just randomly blushing into a tray of muffins for no reason?”I shove the tray into the display case and ignore her while she
Xavier.I slam the door shut behind me, shoving my fingers through my hair as I let out a harsh breath. The evening was supposed to be perfect. The food, the atmosphere, the surprise waiting for Audrey at the end of the night. Instead, we’re in the back of my limo, running from cameras like criminals. I shrug off my suit jacket, tossing it beside me as I glance across the seat at her. She hasn’t said a word. She just sits there, with her hands clenched in her lap. I open my mouth to apologize again because I hate that this happened. I hate that she looks so damn fragile right now. But then I see a single drop of tears, sliding down her cheek, and something tightens in my chest. I move without thinking, crossing the space between us and sitting beside her. I wrap an arm around her, and pull her close, my fingers smoothing over her shoulder. “Audrey,” I whisper, “talk to me.” She doesn’t respond. Instead, she gasps. A sharp, broken sound that sends panic clawing up my throat
Audrey.Xavier’s hand lingers on the stem of his wine glass, his fingers curling around the crystal like he’s contemplating something dangerous. His gaze has been locked on me the entire time—watching, studying, and unraveling me with those dark, unreadable eyes. I should be used to it by now, the way he looks at me like he already knows what I’m thinking before I can even put it into words.But I’m not used to it. Not even close.And maybe that’s why I’m still trying to convince myself that this isn’t a date, that this isn’t something real, that I’m not sitting across from a man who makes my pulse trip over itself every time he so much as smirks at me.I lift my glass, taking a slow sip, pretending like I don’t notice the way his gaze follows the movement, like I don’t feel the heat of it burning into my skin.Then—“Xavier, my boy,” a voice calls out.A smile breaks on Xavier's lips before he turns his head, and instinctively, I do the same.An older man is making his way toward u
Xavier.The cheers from inside the apartment follow us all the way down the hallway.I swear I even hear Camila yell, “Get it, girl!” before the door slams shut behind us.Audrey groans. “I hate them.”I smirk, placing a hand on the small of her back as I guide her forward. “No, you don’t.”She doesn’t argue, just shakes her head as we approach the waiting limousine. Ryan is already at his post, pulling the door open the moment we reach him.Audrey hesitates for half a second before stepping inside.I follow, sliding in beside her as Ryan shuts the door and rounds to the front.The second we start moving, I reach for the champagne, popping the cork with a soft pop and pouring her a glass.Her fingers curl around the flute, but she doesn’t take a sip. She keeps staring at the purse in my lap like it holds answers.I can tell from the way she keeps tucking her hair behind her ear that she's nervous. Her knee bounces slightly before she catches herself and finally takes a small sip of th
Audrey.“Don't you dare leave.”Xavier’s text sits on my screen, the words possessive and teasing at the same time.I roll my eyes but feel the tug of a smile anyway.I don’t respond. Not because I don’t want to, but because a customer steps up to the counter, eyeing the pastries like they hold the answers to life’s mysteries.By the time I take her order and hand her a paper bag filled with croissants, the moment has passed. But the warmth in my chest lingers, and when I glance at my reflection in the pastry case, I catch the embarrassing truth—I’m blushing.“Good Lord, Audrey. You’re a walking cliché.”Talia’s voice comes from behind me, dripping with amusement, and I don’t have to turn around to know she’s watching me like a predator with fresh gossip.I glare at her over my shoulder. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”She smirks. “Uh-huh. So you’re just randomly blushing into a tray of muffins for no reason?”I shove the tray into the display case and ignore her while she
Xavier.It's been three days since I kissed Audrey in her apartment. Three days since I gave her the box before leaving. It wasn't until after I left before she realized that it was a brand new phone in the box, the latest model.I had barely stepped out of the elevator that led to my penthouse that night when my phone rang. I quickly punched in my code and entered my house before I accepted the incoming video call from Talia.But it was Audrey's face I saw. She held the phone I bought her in her right hand, eyes wide, lips parted in shock before shaking her head furiously and saying, “Xavier, this is too much.”I smirked and said, “Too bad. It's yours now. And why are you calling with Talia's phone? My number is already programmed into yours.”“I don't want it, Xavier.”“You either keep it, or I start showing up at your workplace every day until you accept it.”That got her. She scowled at me and ended the call. Later that night, she texted me a single word: Fine.I went to sleep t
Audrey.The moment Xavier steps into the café, my heart reacts before my mind does. It seizes in my chest, like it forgot how to function for a split second. Then it picks up again—too fast, too hard—thudding against my ribs in a way that makes me feel alive and terrified all at once. I grip the tray in my hands, my fingers tightening around the edges like it’s the only thing keeping me tethered to the ground. He’s here. He came for me.That has to be the reason, right? That’s the only thing that makes sense. But he only glances at me for not more than a second. Then, his eyes sweep past me like I’m just another face in the crowd, and then they land on Talia. And he walks straight to her. Something inside me withers. I feel it like a physical thing, like a flower blooming for the sun, only to realize the light isn’t for her. For a moment, I stand there, frozen and breathless, watching as they exchange words I can’t hear. Then Xavier gestures toward the door, and Tali
Xavier.The pencil glides across the page like it has a mind of its own.I don’t think or second-guess. My hand moves on instinct, sketching lines that turn into curves, curves that turn into lace, and lace that turns into something dangerous. Something sinful. Something I can’t take my eyes off. By the time I come up for air, my chest is tight, my pulse erratic. Because I know exactly what I’ve drawn. It’s her. The red fabric with beaded gold threads, the delicate lace tracing over soft skin, the way the straps dip into places I shouldn’t be thinking about. I realize that this isn’t just a lingerie design. It’s something I created for her, something I desperately want to see on her. I lean back, dragging a hand through my hair as I exhale a sharp laugh. I should be frustrated. I should be furious that even when I try to focus, even when I tell myself I’m done with her, she’s still in my head. But instead, I smile. Because for the first time in weeks, I can create agai
Xavier.I promised myself I wasn't going to drink anymore. But as I stand by my counter, I pour myself a swig and down it.The whiskey burns going down, but it doesn’t burn enough to erase the way her lips felt against mine. It doesn't burn enough to silence the words that left my mouth before I could stop them. ‘I don’t want to lose you again.’I squeeze my eyes shut, gripping the glass tighter, hating myself for letting the words slip out. For actually meaning them. The promise I made to myself—no more Audrey—was broken the second I saw her on that dance floor. The moment I grabbed her, dragged her outside, and kissed her like I had any fucking right to. So what’s one more promise to break? I pour another drink, the ice clinking as I down it in one gulp. “You swore you weren’t drinking anymore,” Ethan says from his position on the couch. I left the club after Audrey left, needing to be alone but the shit head followed me home.I let out a dry laugh and tilt the glass towa
Audrey.Xavier kisses like he owns me. Like he has every right to pull me against him, like he knows exactly how to unravel me with nothing but his hands and his lips and the way he breathes me in like I’m something worth needing. I hate that my body listens before my mind does. Because the second his fingers tangle in my hair and his mouth claims mine, I’m gone. Lost in the heat of him, in the way he tastes—whiskey and something deeper, something familiar. Something I'm not supposed to miss, but I do nonetheless. I shouldn’t be doing this. But my fingers betray me, fisting the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer when I should be pushing him away. And just when I think I might drown in him completely, the sharp ring of his phone slices through the moment like a blade. He curses under his breath, and I pull back just enough for the cold air to settle between us. His chest rises and falls, his grip still firm on me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. I might. I take a