Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Love

Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Love

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Lena Smith, a passionate architect specializing in sustainable design, is hired by billionaire Noah Tan to create an eco-luxury resort on a private island. Despite their shared ambition, Lena’s commitment to sustainability clashes with Noah’s vision for extravagance, leading to constant tension between them. As they work closely together, both uncover deeper emotional struggles—Lena’s fear of never being taken seriously in her career and Noah’s guilt over a past business failure. Their professional conflict leads to a breaking point when Lena resigns from the project after a heated argument. However, when a rival billionaire threatens to outbid Noah for the land, he desperately calls Lena back to help save the project. Reluctantly, she agrees, and together they craft a new design that merges their visions, transforming their professional collaboration into a personal awakening. As they spend late nights together working on the resort, their growing feelings for each other culminate in a passionate kiss. Despite the success of the resort, Lena and Noah must navigate their fears and past wounds in order to embrace a future together. In the end, they learn that trust, love, and collaboration are the keys to not only their professional triumph but also to building a lasting relationship. "Blueprints of Love" is a story of love, ambition, and the power of working together to create something extraordinary.

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Blueprint 1

I stood in the middle of my small studio apartment, gazing at the detailed blueprint spread across my coffee table. Sunlight streamed through the single window, highlighting the intricate sketches of an eco-friendly residential complex I’d designed in my free time. This was my dream—to create spaces that were not only beautiful but also sustainable. Spaces that could make a difference in a world that seemed to value convenience over conservation.But dreams, I had learned, didn’t pay the rent.I sighed, running a hand through my messy bun as I glanced at the blinking notification on my laptop. My inbox was cluttered with rejection emails, bills, and offers for questionable partnerships. It was disheartening to think how many firms had dismissed my ideas for being “idealistic” or “impractical.” Sustainability, they argued, wasn’t a priority in a world driven by profit.As I leaned back in my chair, my phone buzzed on the table. I picked it up absentmindedly, expecting another spam call...

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Blueprint 1
I stood in the middle of my small studio apartment, gazing at the detailed blueprint spread across my coffee table. Sunlight streamed through the single window, highlighting the intricate sketches of an eco-friendly residential complex I’d designed in my free time. This was my dream—to create spaces that were not only beautiful but also sustainable. Spaces that could make a difference in a world that seemed to value convenience over conservation.But dreams, I had learned, didn’t pay the rent.I sighed, running a hand through my messy bun as I glanced at the blinking notification on my laptop. My inbox was cluttered with rejection emails, bills, and offers for questionable partnerships. It was disheartening to think how many firms had dismissed my ideas for being “idealistic” or “impractical.” Sustainability, they argued, wasn’t a priority in a world driven by profit.As I leaned back in my chair, my phone buzzed on the table. I picked it up absentmindedly, expecting another spam call
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Blueprint 2
I arrived at the conference room ten minutes early, my leather portfolio clutched tightly against my chest. It was an impressive space, sleek and modern, much like the man who owned it. The massive glass windows stretched from floor to ceiling, offering a dizzying view of the city below. For a moment, I let myself marvel at the world Noah Tan had built for himself—powerful, towering, and untouchable. The door opened behind me, and the air shifted, almost as if the room itself recognized his presence. “Ms. Smith.” I turned to find Noah Tan walking in with the same composed energy I’d seen during our first meeting. He was dressed impeccably, of course—dark tailored suit, no tie, the top button of his crisp white shirt undone. If it was meant to make him look approachable, it didn’t work. “Mr. Tan,” I replied, my voice steady, though my heart had already started to pick up its pace. He moved to the head of the table, placing a tablet on the polished surface before sitting down. His
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Blueprint 3
I stared at the email on my laptop screen for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. The words blurred slightly as I read them over again, searching for some hidden detail I might have missed. "Dear Ms. Smith, We are pleased to formally offer you the position of lead architect for the Eden Resort project. We believe your expertise and vision align with our goals and look forward to your response." It was signed by Noah Tan himself. No corporate boilerplate, no assistant’s signature—just his name. The cursor hovered over the "Reply" button as I wrestled with my thoughts. On one hand, this was the kind of opportunity I’d dreamed about since I was sketching buildings in the margins of my math homework. A project like this could launch my career to heights I’d only imagined. But on the other hand... I glanced at the notes I’d scribbled during our meeting yesterday. Words like "controlling," "demanding," and "intimidating" stood out in bold, underlined strokes. Working with N
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Blueprint 4
Noah Tan sat at the head of the sleek, glass conference table, his fingers tapping absently against the cold surface. The view from his office was as perfect as ever—an expanse of city stretching out beneath him, the sun just beginning to dip behind the skyline. Yet, no matter how beautiful it was, the sight didn't ease the ache that had lodged itself in his chest. He had tried so hard to escape the ghosts of the past, but they had a way of finding him, no matter how far he ran.He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight. The documents in front of him—proposals, project plans, calculations—blurred as his mind drifted back in time, to the first big failure that had nearly cost him everything.The memory hit him like a punch to the gut.It was nearly ten years ago now, but Noah could still remember every detail of the day his life had unraveled. He had been younger then, full of fire and ambition, convinced that his first business venture was going to be the one
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Blueprint 5
The first time Noah and I met in the design studio, I knew this would be more difficult than I had imagined. The office was spacious, lined with sketches and blueprints for Eden Resort, but the tension between us filled the room like a thick fog.“Lena,” Noah said, his voice as smooth as ever, but with that same hard edge I was quickly becoming used to. “I’ve been going over your plans, and we need to discuss the layout of the main hotel building.”I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms, trying to keep my composure. He didn’t waste time, did he?“What’s wrong with the layout?” I asked, glancing down at the floor plan spread out before me. I had spent hours refining every detail, making sure it reflected my vision for sustainability, elegance, and modern design. I had poured my soul into this project, but now I had to defend every choice.Noah leaned over the table, pointing at a section of the design with an almost clinical precision. “This section is too open. The atrium is nice, bu
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Blueprint 6
The small propeller plane dipped low over the ocean, and my breath caught in my throat. I leaned toward the window, unable to tear my eyes away from the view below. The island came into focus, a lush, emerald jewel surrounded by impossibly turquoise water that sparkled in the afternoon sun. Even from the air, I could see the pristine beaches, fringed by palm trees swaying gently in the breeze. I had spent hours studying maps and blueprints of this place, but nothing could have prepared me for seeing it in person. This wasn’t just an island—it was a paradise, untouched and breathtaking in a way that felt almost sacred. "First time seeing the site?" Noah's voice cut through my thoughts. I turned my head to look at him, seated across from me in the private plane. He was dressed casually for once, his white button-down shirt rolled up at the sleeves, but he still carried that air of control that seemed to follow him everywhere. “It’s beautiful,” I said honestly, gesturing toward the w
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Blueprint 7
The meeting was already running long, and the tension in the room was as thick as the heat of the tropical island outside. Noah leaned against the edge of the conference table, arms crossed, his dark eyes fixed on me with an intensity that felt like a spotlight. “I’m telling you,” he said, his voice firm but calm, “the waterfall feature is non-negotiable. It’s going to be the crown jewel of the resort. People are going to talk about it, photograph it, and come here just to see it. It’s the kind of statement we need.” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and instead let out a slow breath, pressing my hands flat against the blueprints spread out in front of me. “And I’m telling you,” I replied, keeping my tone as measured as possible, “that a feature like that would cause significant damage to the natural environment. The island’s water sources aren’t equipped to support something on that scale, and even if we bring in external resources, the runoff alone could destroy local ecosystems
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Blueprint 8
The boardroom at Tan Enterprises was larger than my entire apartment, with walls of glass that framed the glittering city skyline. The kind of room where power was on full display, where decisions that shaped industries were made. And today, I was the outsider stepping into their world. I stood at the far end of the polished conference table, clutching my portfolio tightly as the rest of the room filled with Noah’s executive team. They all looked the part—sharp suits, sleek hairstyles, and the kind of confidence that came from years of working at the top of their game. They were everything I wasn’t. “Ms. Smith,” a man in a navy suit said, his tone polite but cold. “It’s good to finally meet the architect behind the Eden Resort project.” “Thank you,” I said, forcing a smile. “I’m excited to be here and to collaborate with all of you.” The man didn’t return the smile. Instead, he exchanged a glance with the woman sitting beside him, who adjusted her glasses and opened a sleek leathe
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Blueprint 9
The heat on the island was relentless, even in the late afternoon. I wiped the sweat from my brow and adjusted the brim of my hat as I squinted up at the half-built structure before me. The main villas were beginning to take shape, their skeletal frames rising above the sandy terrain. Seeing the physical manifestation of my designs should have been thrilling, but the weight of a dozen unresolved details pressed heavily on my shoulders. Noah stood a few feet away, his sleeves rolled up and his hands resting on his hips as he surveyed the progress. He looked out of place in the dusty construction zone, yet somehow completely in control, as if even the chaos of heavy machinery and shouting foremen bent to his will. “You’re not happy with something,” he said, glancing at me. It wasn’t a question—it was a statement, sharp and precise. I looked at him, startled. “What makes you say that?” He smirked faintly, gesturing toward me. “You’ve been frowning at that corner of the villa for the
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Blueprint 10
The island greeted us with a humid breeze as we stepped off the small boat that had carried us to the southern coastline. The roar of the waves crashing against the rocks echoed through the air, a rhythmic soundtrack to the untamed beauty of this place. The towering cliffs and thick jungle were stunning, but my mind was already racing with possibilities—and challenges. "Quite the view, isn’t it?" Noah said, standing beside me on the rocky shoreline. He had a way of speaking as if he already knew what you were thinking, his tone calm but with a quiet confidence that somehow felt both reassuring and irritating. “It’s incredible,” I admitted, scanning the cliffside. “But also tricky. Building here isn’t going to be easy.” “It’s not supposed to be easy,” Noah replied, his hands tucked casually in his pockets. “If it were, anyone could do it.” I glanced at him, unsure if he meant the comment as encouragement or as a subtle challenge. Either way, I wasn’t about to let him intimidate me.
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