Page 15 of My Billionaire Boss Crush

As we approach my apartment building, my heart quickens its pace. I'm grateful for the ride, but I'm also hesitant to say goodbye. The night has brought us closer, blurring the lines between boss and employee and revealing the depth of my unspoken desires.

Alexander parks the car and turns off the engine, his eyes meeting mine in a lingering gaze. "Are you sure you'll be okay?" he asks, his voice soft with genuine concern.

I take a deep breath, mustering the courage to speak my truth. "Physically, I'll be fine," I reply, my voice filled with a newfound resolve. "But emotionally... I don't know. Tonight has shaken me, and I don't want to face it alone."

His expression softens, his eyes filled with a mix of understanding and a glimmer of something more. "Blair, you're not alone," he says, his voice steady and reassuring. "I'm here for you. I want to be the one you turn to when you need support."

Tears well up in my eyes, a mix of relief and vulnerability. I've never really had anyone to rely solely on except myself and my father, but hearing Alex say those words with conviction and sincerity does something in me.

Boldly, I reach out to him and rest my hand on his, even as I feel a tingle of electricity race through my veins. "Thank you," I whisper, my voice filled with a blend of gratitude and a flicker of something more profound.

He gives my hand a gentle squeeze, his touch reassuring and electrifying all at once. "Anytime, Blair," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "You're not alone anymore," he repeats.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I open my mouth and do something daring. “Do you want to come in? I feel bad since I cut short your time at the club. I owe you a drink, at least.” I bite my lip gingerly, bracing for the rejection that’s sure to come.

What am I thinking inviting my boss into my apartment? He had been kind enough to drive me home, yet here I am, stretching the boundary between us even further. Still, I can’t help but hope that he accepts my invitation.

Alexander’s eyes flare with hesitation as he clears his throat, looking straight ahead. “I really shouldn’t…” he trails off, and I deflate, lowering my eyes so that he doesn’t see the disappointment in them. “But I guess I can spare a few minutes,” he finishes.

My head springs up sharply, and before I know it, I’m smiling broadly at him. A smile that he returns with a tentative one.

Unable to hide my happiness, I step out of the car and make my way toward my apartment building. I think I even skip a little on my way, but I’m far too excited to care about acting like a schoolgirl whose crush just asked her to the prom.

I unlock my front door, feeling his commanding presence behind me. It’s not my intention to seduce him or for something to happen between us, despite what the tiny, smitten voice in my head is whispering.

I just relish the idea of being in Alexander’s company for a while longer and maybe getting to the bottom of why he had looked so downcast throughout the drive to my apartment. It’s clear that there’s something bothering him, and I want to comfort him, if only as a thank you for saving me earlier.

The door creaks open, granting access to my sanctuary, a space to let my guard down and allow my emotions to unfold. Alexander stands beside me, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the whirlwind of emotions that still lingers from the night's events. I step inside, beckoning him to follow, my heart pounding with a mix of nerves and anticipation.

"Come in, please," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “And I’ll get you that drink.”

He nods, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. It feels strange and, at the same time, familiar to have Alex standing in my home. His presence easily fills my living room, and I watch him make a quick check of the place, nodding in approval.

Beaming, I tell him to make himself comfortable, and I head to the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of wine. I take a moment to collect my thoughts.

When I return with the wine and two glasses, I find Alexander gazing out of the window from his seat, his expression distant. There's a vulnerability in his eyes, a flicker of pain that tugs at my heartstrings. Tonight, he rescued me from the chaos of the club, but now it's my turn to provide a safe space for him.

I pour the wine and hand him a glass, our fingers briefly brushing against each other. I ignore the catch in my throat and the butterflies that rouse in my tummy. I settle beside him on the couch, keeping a respectable distance between us as the air thickens with unspoken words.

Taking a deep breath, I summon the courage to start the conversation I hope will get him to open up to me.

"So, tell me, why were you at the club tonight?" I begin, my voice steady as I tread carefully. “It didn’t seem like your scene, and you looked out of place.”

His gaze shifts to me, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and resignation. He takes a sip of his wine, the silence stretching between us for a moment before he finally speaks. “I had a fight with my daughter about her mother,” he says, his voice tinged with a hint of bitterness.

“Oh, I’m sorry. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” I assure him, perfectly okay with sitting in silence beside him and sipping wine.

He looks like he’s contemplating my response for a while before he sighs loudly and leans back into the chair. “Is it strange that I want to? You just seem easy to talk to.” He says, and I quickly shake my head, letting him know that I don’t mind. Alex exhales and starts. “Tianna and I have been divorced for a long time now, and she’s always finding one excuse or another not to see our child. Sometimes, I feel like she’s intentionally doing it to punish me for serving her those papers even though she had been the one to snip the last thread holding our marriage together by sleeping around.”

I listen intently, sensing the weight of his words and the scars that still linger. I reach out, resting my hand gently on his, offering silent support. "I'm sorry," I say softly. "Betrayal can leave lasting wounds."

He sighs, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his past. “Even though our marriage was already falling apart before I caught her cheating, her betrayal still stung. It took a long time to heal,” he confesses. “To learn to trust again, and it wasn’t just me who had my heart broken. Summer did too.”

I squeeze his hand gently, my heart aching at the mention of his daughter and the pain they both endured. “Alexander, you deserve happiness and love,” I tell him, my voice filled with sincerity. “And I think your ex-wife was a fool not to cherish and appreciate everything you had to offer.”

I almost want to go in search of his ex-wife and say every word to her face. What woman in her right mind would lose a man like Alexander Graves?

A flicker of hope sparks in his eyes, a glimmer of something that had been buried beneath the scars of his past. “Maybe,” he whispers with a small smile, his voice barely audible. He shifts and turns to me. "I'm grateful for your presence, Blair," Alexander says, breaking the silence. “Talking to you about this helped more than you can imagine.”

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