Without a doubt, this is one of my favorite things from Santa Barbara; the sun as it creeps through the curtains, casting a warm glow across my face when I stir awake.I blink groggily, trying to focus on the ornate ceiling above me. After a while, I finally get up and head to Natasha’s door, knocking gently on it. There is no answer, and I realize that she isn't in the room.There is so much silence, it makes me uneasy. I focus all my attention into every sound around me, but the more I listen, the more convinced I am that I am completely alone. There is no music, no voices, no whispers. I feel like I was left abandoned in a castle.My phone buzzes with a message from her, explaining that she has left early for her show and will pick me up after lunch. The emptiness of the house presses down on me, leaving an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach."Miss Montgomery, breakfast is ready," a voice calls softly from the door. I quickly go back to my room to get another outfit on
The sun is setting, casting a warm glow over the opulent Santa Barbara streets as I stand outside my apartment building, waiting for Natasha to pick me up. The evening breeze blows gently through my auburn curls, and I can't help but feel a flutter of excitement for the fashion show we are about to attend."Lexie!" a familiar voice calls out, catching me off guard. My heart skips a beat when I see Tristan's car pull up instead of Natasha's."Tristan? What are you doing here?" I ask, surprised."Natasha got caught up with some last-minute preparations, so she sent me to pick you up," he explains, flashing a charming smile. He whistles playfully as he takes in my appearance. "Wow, Lexie, you look stunning.""Thanks," I say, trying to suppress a blush as I climb into his car."I don't get why Natasha is so worried about this fashion show," Tristan ponders aloud. "She has an even bigger one coming up in a month.""Natasha always pushes herself to be the best," I explain, feeling prot
*Lexie’s POV*For the first time in weeks, my thoughts are untroubled by Noland's intense gaze, his brooding presence. He's away for some days, and though I'd never admit it aloud, I'm grateful for the reprieve. My heart has been a tempestuous storm ever since he entered my life, and I desperately need to find my way back to still waters."Lexie!" Natasha's voice, bright and full of energy, shatters the peace as she bursts into my room. "You won't believe who I invited over today!""Who?" I ask, pushing myself up on my elbows, my curiosity piqued."Tristan and Robert," she says, her eyes shining with excitement. "I've got a massive crush on Robert, and I need your help to make sure I don't mess this up."I already had an idea of this before, the way that Robert would whisper things in her ear, and how she would blush and giggle at his comments. I am happy, I like Robert, he seems to be a very good person for Natasha."Of course, Tasha," I reply, smiling at her enthusiasm. "I'll b
*Lexie’s POV*Noland's imposing figure fills the doorway of his study room, his deep blue eyes flickering with a mix of irritation and surprise as he observes us both waiting for him. I can't help but feel my heart skip a beat as he steps into the room, a powerful energy emanating from him. Natasha is furious, her voice shrill as she demands to know why his security had kicked out her friends last night."Natasha, I didn't even know there was a party going on," Noland says with a calm that does little to soothe her anger."Really, Dad? You just happened to have your security team kick everyone out at the exact same time you arrived back in town?" Natasha spits out, her statuesque frame trembling with indignation.I watch the scene unfold in silence, taken aback by the intensity of Natasha's emotions. It's unlike her to be so confrontational, especially with her father. But there's something about the way Noland speaks, a subtle hesitation in his tone that makes me believe he's not
*Lexie’s POV*I wake up in Noland's arms, a strange mix of fear and comfort surging through me. His chest rises and falls gently, the rhythmic beating of his heart beneath my ear both soothing and unsettling. At this moment, he seems almost vulnerable, a stark contrast to the powerful, dominant man I've come to know.As I lay there, unable to tear my eyes away from his sleeping face, I can't shake the feeling that what we're doing is catastrophically wrong. Yet, I can't deny the magnetic pull I feel towards him – an attraction that goes beyond physical desire; I feel like he understands me, knows me, and cares for me more than I care for my own safety. And it terrifies me.Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass somewhere near us echoes, yanking me out of my thoughts. Noland's eyes flash open, a protective edge to them as they dart between me and the door. We both tense up, our hearts pounding in unison."Are you alright?" His voice is low and urgent, filled with genuine concern fo
*Lexie’s POV*I stand by the window, my fingers nervously tapping on my phone as I compose a text to Natasha. The morning sun filters through the sheer curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. I can't help but worry about her after her heated discussion with Noland yesterday."Hey, Tasha," I type, my heart heavy with concern. "Just checking in on you. Are you okay? Let me know if you need anything." I hit send and exhale, hoping she's alright.My phone buzzes a few moments later, and I see Natasha's name light up on the screen. "I'm fine, Lex. Thanks for checking in. I'll be back later today, don't worry about me," her text reads. My chest tightens at the thought of what she might have gone through, but I trust her enough to give her space when she needs it."Alright, just wanted to make sure," I reply, adding a small heart emoji. "See you later, take care."Natasha's response is brief, but it's enough to assure me that she's handling things: "Love you, Lex.""Love y
Noland's POV:I stand in my office, meticulously arranging the papers on my desk for the upcoming meeting with a high-profile client. My fingers glide over the glossy property brochures, feeling the weight of each potential investment. I've spent countless hours analyzing market trends and identifying prime real estate opportunities for this particular client. As a seasoned developer, I know that my recommendations are solid, and I carry myself with the confidence befitting my expertise.The sunlight streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting an ethereal glow on the room. I take a deep breath, inhaling the rich scent of mahogany and leather. This is my sanctuary, a place where I can immerse myself in work and temporarily forget the turmoil brewing within me. It's been weeks since Lexie entered my life, and her presence lingers in my thoughts like an intoxicating perfume; forbidden, yet undeniably alluring."Mr. Reynolds?" My assistant's voice breaks through my reverie. "T
*Lexie’s POV*The idea of going out shopping for some paint supplies did not let me rest all morning, so after lunch I decided to go buy some things from the store a few blocks away. I felt inspired and I wanted to do something. The day was sunny and the heat was not that intense, so a nice walk would be perfect.As I got a block away from the estate, though, I could have sworn that I saw Thomas, but as soon as I blinked, he was gone. Or maybe he was never there. I should try to focus on what I wanted to do instead of worrying about him.Now, I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck prickle as I clutch the bag of painting supplies to my chest, my heart pounding in my ears. The bustling city streets fade into a blur as I scan the faces around me, searching for any sign of Thomas. Hadn't I just caught a glimpse of him lurking in the shadows? It feels like he's everywhere, haunting my every step.But that is ridiculous, right? ‘Get it together, Lexie,’ I whisper to myself, trying t