Page 32 of My Billionaire Boss Crush

"I've made mistakes, Blair," I continue, my voice growing steadier with each word. "One of them is my ex-wife, and believe me, if I could take it back, I would.”

I reach out slowly, my hand trembling, and gently touch her arm. The warmth of her skin beneath my fingers sends a surge of hope through me. Her eyes lock with mine once more, and this time I see a glimmer of forgiveness amidst the residual pain.

"Blair, I value you more than words can express," I confess, my voice barely above a whisper. "You've been by my side through thick and thin, and I don't want to lose you because of my past mistakes. I really am sorry."

“You have nothing to apologize for, Alexander.” Her lips curve into a hesitant smile, her vulnerability mirrored by my own. At that moment, I feel a flicker of hope ignite within me, a spark that whispers of redemption and the possibility of rebuilding what my past has threatened to destroy. "But I’ll accept your apology if it’ll stop you from looking so guilty." Blair finally says, her voice filled with a mixture of relief and forgiveness.

I smile with relief and take a step closer. This time, she doesn’t step back, and I close the final distance between us and gently cup her face in my hands. With all the tenderness I can muster, I lean in and press a soft, lingering kiss against her forehead.

She gasps softly. “Alex…” she whispers.

“Thank you.”

I don’t know what I would do without her; I don’t know where I would draw my strength from, and I’ve been doing it alone for so long that I forgot what it’s like to have a genuine person around.

A few minutes later, after making both of us a cup of coffee, since it’s quite evident that we won’t be going back to sleep after Tianna’s outburst, I sit beside Blair on the couch in my living room, the weight of my past resting heavily on my chest.

It's time to reveal the pieces of my shattered heart, to let her into the depths of my vulnerability. The bond between us has grown stronger, and now I must trust her with the truth about what once broke me. It's a daunting task, but it no longer scares me, just as being with Blair no longer scares me. And if our relationship is to thrive, she needs to understand the scars I carry.

Taking a deep breath, I gather my thoughts and look into Blair's eyes. They reveal curiosity, concern, and a touch of trepidation. She senses something significant is about to unfold, and her unwavering support gives me the courage to delve into the depths of my pain.

"Blair," I begin, my voice carrying a blend of vulnerability and determination. "I want you to know the truth about my past, about what led me to this point."

“But you already told me,” she says, referring to the conversation we had in her apartment that night.

I shake my head, indicating that this is different. I want to bare my heart and soul to Blair because I’m done trying to fight my feelings for her. “This is different,” I tell her, and she nods.

She leans in, her gaze fixed upon me, encouraging me to continue. Her unwavering presence soothes my anxieties, providing me with the strength to revisit the scars that still haunt me.

"My ex-wife," I start, my voice slightly wavering, "you already know she cheated on me. It shattered my world and left me questioning everything I believed about love and trust."

A mixture of sadness and empathy flashes across Blair's face as she absorbs the weight of my confession. Her hand reaches out, intertwining our fingers, offering me a lifeline amidst the tumultuous memories resurfacing within me.

"I thought I had found my forever," I continue, my voice thick with emotion. "But her betrayal tore apart the very foundation of our marriage. I was blindsided, left with a broken heart and a sense of betrayal that still lingers."

Blair's touch is a balm to my wounded soul, and I draw strength from her presence as I delve deeper into the pain that once consumed me.

"I spent months drowning in self-doubt, questioning my worth, and wondering what I did wrong," I confess, my voice barely above a whisper. "But I eventually realized that her actions were a reflection of her choices, not a measure of my value as a person."

Blair's gaze softens, and I see a fire of understanding flicker within her eyes. She squeezes my hand gently, offering silent support and encouragement to continue.

"That painful experience taught me the importance of trust, honesty, and communication in any relationship," I say, my voice growing stronger. "It also made me appreciate the significance of finding someone who accepts me for who I am, scars and all."

Blair's thumb caresses the back of my hand, grounding me in the present and reminding me that I'm not alone in this journey.

"Opening myself up to love again was not an easy decision," I admit, vulnerability lacing every word. "But whenever I’m with you, Blair, I’m constantly reminded that it's possible to heal, to find happiness after heartbreak."

A tear escapes from the corner of Blair's eye, mirroring the unspoken emotions within me. She leans closer, her forehead resting against mine, our breaths intermingling, creating a sense of shared understanding.

"Thank you for sharing your pain with me," she whispers, her voice filled with tenderness.

The air crackles with unspoken tension as Blair, and I sit together on the couch, my heart laid bare. The weight of my shared vulnerability hangs heavy in the room, the connection between us growing stronger with each passing moment. My confession about my past has created an intimacy that now begs to be explored, emotions swirling within me that can no longer be contained.

I gaze into Blair's eyes, seeing the reflection of my desire mirrored there. The lines between us have blurred, replaced by a connection that transcends the professional and friendship boundaries we once held.

It's a risk that could potentially change everything, but the intensity of my feelings for her can no longer be ignored.

Without a word, I reach out, my hand cupping her cheek, and my thumb gently caresses her soft skin. Blair's breath hitches, and her eyes widen with anticipation. The world around us fades into insignificance, leaving only her and the magnetic pull that draws us closer.

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