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Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Love Blueprint 12
The office was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the scratch of my pencil on paper. It was well past midnight, and the only light in the room came from the desk lamp beside me and the dim glow of Noah’s laptop.He was seated at the other end of the large table, his sleeves rolled up and his tie long since abandoned. I glanced at him, momentarily distracted by the furrow in his brow as he stared at his screen. For someone who seemed to thrive on control and precision, there was a certain charm in seeing him like this—focused, slightly disheveled, human.“You’re staring,” he said without looking up, his tone teasing.I quickly looked back down at my sketches, heat creeping up my neck. “I’m not staring. I’m thinking.”“Thinking about me?”I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the small smile tugging at my lips. “About the project, obviously.”He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Good save, Lena.”I sighed, setting my pencil down and gesturing to the sketches spr
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The sun was blazing overhead as I stood near the edge of the construction site, my boots sinking slightly into the soft dirt. The air smelled of salt and earth, and the sound of waves crashing against the distant shore mingled with the hum of machinery and the chatter of workers.“Careful, Lena,” Noah’s voice came from behind me, filled with that ever-present tone of amusement. “You look like you’re about to start lecturing someone.”I turned, narrowing my eyes at him. He was standing a few feet away, sleeves rolled up and sunglasses perched on his nose. Even in the middle of a construction site, he somehow managed to look effortlessly put together, like he belonged in a magazine spread instead of the muddy ground.“Maybe I am,” I shot back. “Someone forgot to account for the angle of the sun in this layout. The lounge deck is going to get direct sunlight all afternoon. Guests are going to bake.”He smirked and crossed his arms, his tone teasing. “And here I thought we hired you becau
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The quiet hum of the air conditioning was the only sound in the room as I leaned over the wide drafting table, my pencil hovering over one of the resort’s latest sketches. The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the room. I pushed a stray strand of hair out of my face and squinted at the layout, trying to decide if I should adjust the spacing of the guest villas yet again.Noah stood on the other side of the table, his dark eyes fixed on the same drawing. His sleeves were rolled up, as usual, and his tie was gone. It had become his signature look during these long planning sessions: slightly undone but still polished, exuding a calm authority that somehow made him even more intimidating.“This spacing here,” I said, pointing to a section of the sketch. “I’m worried it’s too tight. It might feel cramped, especially when the resort is at full capacity.”He stepped closer, leaning over the table to get a better look. “If we adjust the spacing
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The crackle of the bonfire filled the air, its warm light casting dancing shadows across the beach. The celebration was in full swing, with laughter, music, and the scent of grilled seafood wafting through the night. It was one of those rare moments when the island felt like a world of its own, untouched by deadlines, blueprints, and the weight of expectations.I stood near the edge of the gathering, a plate of freshly caught fish and roasted vegetables balanced in my hand. The locals had insisted on hosting this celebration for the construction crew and everyone involved in the project. It was their way of saying thank you, though I felt like I should be the one thanking them for letting us be here.The villagers had been welcoming since day one, but tonight felt different. It felt like we were truly part of something—connected to the island, to the people, to the spirit of this place.“You’re smiling,” Noah’s voice came from beside me, low and teasing.I glanced at him, surprised to
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It was one of those days where the weight of everything felt heavier than usual—deadlines looming, clients calling, and the constant push to make sure Eden Resort was exactly as Noah envisioned. I sat at my desk, staring at the plans for the main villas, but my mind was miles away, tangled in thoughts I couldn’t quite untangle.The phone buzzed beside me, dragging me back to reality."Yes?" I answered, distracted."Lena," Noah’s voice came through the line, calm as always. "Can you meet me in the conference room in fifteen minutes?"“Sure,” I said, glancing at the clock. “I’ll be right there.”I set the phone down and took a deep breath, forcing myself to focus. These meetings were becoming more frequent lately—at least once a day, sometimes twice—and as much as I wanted to keep things strictly professional, there was no denying the tension that had settled between us.The thought made me restless. I pushed it aside, reminding myself that I couldn’t afford to let personal feelings clo
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The morning was dreary, the sky a thick shade of gray that made everything feel heavier than it should. I stood at my desk, the usual clutter of blueprints, notes, and coffee cups surrounding me, but my mind was elsewhere. It wasn’t just the project that occupied my thoughts—it was him.Noah.The night before, when he’d paid for dinner, when his eyes had lingered a moment longer than necessary, something had shifted between us. It wasn’t the first time we’d shared a moment like that, but it was the first time I’d acknowledged it. The undeniable tension that had been building for weeks, the quiet undercurrent of something unspoken, was becoming impossible to ignore.I’d told myself I was here for the project, that this was business, that I couldn’t afford to get caught up in feelings for the man who hired me. But the more time I spent around him, the more complicated it became.My phone buzzed, and I glanced down, instantly recognizing Noah’s name on the screen. For a brief second, I h
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The night had fallen quietly over the city, the lights from the skyline casting a soft glow through the windows of the office. I sat at my desk, staring at the screen, but my mind was elsewhere. It had been a long day, filled with endless meetings, revisions, and deadlines. But through it all, one thought had remained persistent in the back of my mind: Noah.It wasn’t just the project anymore. It wasn’t just the way he demanded perfection, the way his presence commanded attention in every room he walked into. It was him. It was the way his eyes lingered a little too long, the way his voice softened when he spoke to me, the way the tension between us felt more and more impossible to ignore.I sighed, rubbing my temples. This was ridiculous. I had worked so hard to keep things professional between us, to focus on the project and not let anything else interfere. But no matter how much I tried to push it away, the attraction I felt for Noah was undeniable.The door to my office opened, an
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The office felt quieter than usual, even with the hum of phones, keyboards, and the distant murmur of voices in the hallway. The world outside was still—calm, as if waiting for something to happen. Or maybe it was just me, wrapped up in the stillness after the events of the last few days.Noah and I had crossed a line. That much was undeniable. After everything—the tension, the unspoken words, the way our glances seemed to linger a second too long—it had happened. And now, we were left to figure out what that meant for us.I sat at my desk, trying to focus on the blueprints in front of me, but my thoughts kept drifting back to him. Noah.It wasn’t just the kiss that had lingered in my mind; it was everything that had come before it. The way we worked together, the quiet moments shared in silence, the understanding that seemed to pass between us even when we didn’t speak. But now, with that boundary crossed, everything felt... different.I didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad
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Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Love Blueprint 91 - Final
It started with a missed period. I had always been very regular, and when it didn’t show up on schedule, I couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of unease. At first, I thought it might be stress. The resort had just opened, our joint venture was thriving, and Noah and I were busier than ever. But as the days went on, the thought kept gnawing at me. I waited another week, hoping it would just be a late cycle, but when it still didn’t come, I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I found myself standing in front of the bathroom mirror one morning, staring at the pregnancy test in my hand. It was a moment I never imagined would come so soon—after all, Noah and I had talked about it in vague, hopeful terms, but we hadn’t made any concrete plans. Still, here I was, holding this small piece of plastic that would either confirm or deny my suspicion. I took the test, my heart beating loudly in my chest as I set it on the counter. I turned away, trying to distract myself. But every few seconds, my
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The sun was low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the completed resort. It was the perfect backdrop for what was about to be the most important day of my life. As I stood on the terrace, looking out at the breathtaking view, I felt a mix of emotions flooding my chest—excitement, joy, and an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Today wasn’t just about the resort. It wasn’t just about the culmination of years of hard work and dedication. Today was about us—Noah and me. It was about our love, our shared journey, and the future we were ready to build together. It was about the promise we had made to each other in the quiet moments, the late-night talks, and the long, hard days where we both knew that we were in this for the long haul. I had spent months helping to design this space—helping to bring Noah’s vision to life. But the real beauty of it, the thing that made it so much more than just another architectural project, was that this resort was a reflection of us. It was a physi
Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Love Blueprint 89
The morning of our trip started like any other. Noah and I boarded the private jet, heading back to the island where everything had begun—where we had first met, first worked together, and where the roots of our partnership had taken hold. But there was something in the air that day, something I couldn’t quite place. Maybe it was the quiet excitement in Noah’s eyes or the way he kept glancing at me with that soft smile he only wore when he was thinking about something. Whatever it was, I felt an unusual sense of anticipation building in my chest. As we touched down on the island, I didn’t think anything of it. The island was just as serene as it had been the last time we visited. The waves lapped against the shore, the sun glinted off the water, and the air smelled faintly of salt and wildflowers. It was peaceful, timeless even. Noah had insisted on taking me on a walk along the beach first—just the two of us. He was always thoughtful like that, eager to share a quiet moment before
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The weekend trip with my family had started out like any other—filled with laughter, casual teasing, and the occasional awkward silence as my parents tried to navigate their relationship with Noah. We’d planned a day outdoors, gathering at a lakeside cabin my parents rented every summer. For me, this place was steeped in childhood memories: learning to swim in the lake, watching my mom set up picnics on the grass, and helping my dad start the fire for evening barbecues. It was a safe haven. But bringing Noah here felt like blending two very different parts of my life into one. The day started quietly enough. Noah, to his credit, had gone out of his way to make everyone feel comfortable. He’d offered to help with the grill, chatted with my cousins about their work, and even joined in a game of cards with my younger siblings, somehow winning them over within minutes. Watching him seamlessly adapt to my family’s dynamic was both a relief and a surprise. Still, I knew my parents were wa
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Bringing Noah into my family’s world wasn’t something I had ever imagined would be easy, but I hadn’t expected it to weigh on me as much as it did. My parents had always been my foundation—supportive, protective, and fiercely proud of the independent woman they had raised. But I knew their protectiveness came with a sharp edge of skepticism, especially when it came to Noah. To them, he wasn’t just the man I loved; he was the billionaire who could potentially overshadow everything I had worked so hard to achieve. The dinner where they met Noah for the first time had gone better than I expected, but it hadn’t erased their concerns entirely. My dad, in particular, had remained wary, though he’d tried to keep it subtle. A self-made man who had built his small construction business from the ground up, he valued hard work and grit above all else. To him, Noah represented privilege, power, and a world that felt far removed from the struggles of people like us. But Noah was determined to ea
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The closer it got to the dinner, the tighter the knot in my stomach grew. I had spent the entire afternoon pacing around my apartment, checking my phone for the millionth time to make sure my parents hadn’t canceled at the last minute. Not that they ever would—they were too polite for that—but I couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight had the potential to go either very well or very, very badly. Noah, as always, remained calm. While I fretted over every little detail, he sat at the kitchen counter reviewing emails, his calm demeanor almost infuriating. He looked up from his laptop and smiled, the corner of his mouth lifting in that way that usually made my heart skip a beat. “Lena,” he said gently, closing the laptop and standing. “It’s going to be fine. You’ve already won them over just by being you. I’m just here to prove that I’m worth you.” His words stopped me in my tracks, my chest tightening with a mix of affection and nerves. “That’s exactly what I’m worried about, Noah,” I
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The press conference room buzzed with activity as journalists, photographers, and industry professionals filled the space. The air was charged with anticipation, and I could feel it vibrating through my chest as I stood just behind the curtain, clutching the edges of my notebook tightly. The announcement of our joint venture—the next big chapter in both Noah’s career and mine—was about to be unveiled to the world. I glanced over at Noah, who stood a few feet away, speaking with his assistant. He looked calm, composed, every bit the confident businessman I’d grown to admire. But beneath the exterior, I knew him well enough to see the faint tension in his jaw, the way his shoulders squared just a bit too stiffly. He cared about this as much as I did, maybe more, and I knew he was feeling the weight of what this moment represented. “You ready for this?” Noah’s voice broke through my thoughts as he turned to me, his expression softening. I nodded, taking a deep breath. “As ready as I’l
Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Love Blueprint 84
Tension hung thick in the air as I spread out the revised blueprints on the long conference table in Noah’s office. My hands were steady, but my mind wasn’t. I could feel his eyes on me, watching as I carefully walked him through my design changes, my voice carrying an edge of determination I didn’t bother to mask. “This,” I said, pointing to the curved glass atrium at the center of the blueprint, “is what will set this property apart. It’s bold, it’s innovative, and it ties in perfectly with our vision of blending natural elements with modern design. It’s the signature feature that will make people stop and remember this project.” Noah leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled as he studied the plans. His face was unreadable, a mixture of concentration and skepticism that only deepened the knot in my stomach. “Lena,” he began carefully, his voice calm but firm, “I’m not saying it isn’t stunning. It is. But have you thought about the implications of this design? The glasswork
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The first few weeks of our new joint venture were a whirlwind of energy, ideas, and, unsurprisingly, a fair share of tension. While the excitement of creating something groundbreaking was undeniable, the reality of merging my creative vision with Noah’s business-driven approach was more challenging than I had anticipated. We worked from his office most days, a sleek, modern space with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. The room was often filled with blueprints, mood boards, and spreadsheets, a chaotic blend of my design concepts and his meticulously calculated budgets. At the heart of our discussions was a shared goal: to create sustainable, luxurious properties that would stand as a testament to our partnership. But as we dove deeper into the details, it became clear that achieving this goal would require more than just passion and hard work—it would require compromise. One afternoon, I stood by the massive conference table, presenting my initial sketches for the fl
