Page 22 of My Billionaire Boss Crush

She smirks, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Absolutely! It's my way of ensuring an immersive and interactive experience for everyone."

As the opera unfolds on stage, we continue our light-hearted banter, our words weaving seamlessly with the music that surrounds us. We share inside jokes, teasing remarks, and affectionate jabs, each exchange deepening the bond we've forged over time.

At one point, during a particularly emotional aria, Blair turns to me with faux seriousness. "You know, if I were an opera character, I'd be the mischievous sidekick, always causing trouble and adding a touch of humor to the dramatic scenes."

I playfully roll my eyes. "And I, my dear friend, would be the noble but brooding hero, forever caught in the depths of internal conflict."

She nudges me with a smile. "Ah, the classic archetype. It suits you well, my brooding hero."

We share a moment of lighthearted laughter, the sound blending with the melodies that float through the air. In this opera house of friendship, we find solace and joy in our playful exchanges, a respite from the weight of the world outside.

As the final act approaches, we lean back in our seats, our banter fading into a comfortable silence. The music swells, carrying us on a journey of emotions, and I feel grateful for the cherished friendship we share, a friendship that can withstand the highs and lows, the laughter and tears.

A relationship like this, even though it isn’t the intimate one my body desires, is more than I had in my life before, and I’m grateful for it.

As the final notes of the opera fade into the ether and the curtain falls, everyone becomes aware of another sound just outside the theater. The heavy rain pouring outside becomes a symphony of its own.

Without a second thought, Blair and I exchange glances filled with a shared sense of mischief and adventure. We know what we must do.

“Loser gets to deal with that stack of documents we’ve been putting off in the corner of your office,” Blair grins.

With a burst of laughter, we leap from our seats and race toward the exit of the opera house. The rain, like a playful accomplice, drenches us instantly, turning our clothes into a second skin. Every raindrop is a testament to our spontaneity, to our shared determination to seize the moment.

Hand in hand, we run through the slick streets, our laughter blending with the rhythm of the rain. The city around us becomes a blur of colors and lights as if we are the only two souls in the world, completely consumed by the moment’s exhilaration.

Blair's infectious laughter fills the air, and I can't help but join in, feeling a sense of liberation I haven't experienced in a long time. We navigate the bustling city, dodging umbrellas and splashing through puddles with childlike abandon, completely unburdened by the weight of adult responsibilities.

Reaching the car, we both pause, breathless and soaked but with grins plastered on our faces. Our clothes cling to our bodies, outlining the contours that had remained hidden beneath layers of formality and restraint. We are free from the constraints of societal expectations, free to revel in the pure joy of being alive.

Without hesitation, I unlock the car, and we tumble inside, rainwater dripping from our hair and pooling at our feet. The air inside is warm and inviting, a sanctuary from the rain-soaked world outside. We catch our breath, the sound of raindrops on the roof providing a soothing backdrop to our pounding hearts.

As we sit there, savoring the moment, Blair turns to me, her eyes sparkling with a mix of exhilaration and mischief. "I never thought a rainy evening could bring such joy," she says, her voice filled with wonder.

I reach out, brushing a stray strand of wet hair from her face, a smile tugging at my lips when her breath hitches. "Sometimes, it's in these unexpected moments, when we allow ourselves to let go and embrace the spontaneity of life, that we find the purest forms of happiness."

The rain continues to pour outside, its rhythm creating a soundtrack of freedom and possibility. In this fleeting moment, we are untethered from the weight of the world, reveling in the simple pleasure of each other's company and the shared thrill of our rain-soaked adventure.

As I start the car and navigate the wet streets, I can't help but feel a newfound closeness with Blair, a bond forged in the impulsiveness of the rain and the laughter that echoes in our hearts. We are more than friends; we are companions in a journey of uninhibited joy, ready to embrace whatever surprises lie ahead.

And as the raindrops cascade down the windows, blurring the world outside, we drive on, our spirits lifted, and hearts open to the endless possibilities that await us beyond the rain-soaked night.

Chapter thirteen

Daddy’s Girl-Blair

The conference room hums with the low murmur of voices as we gather for our weekly team meeting. I sit at the long table, surrounded by my colleagues, as we listen attentively to the presentation.

Alexander, on the other hand, looks bored and like he’d rather be anywhere but here. I smile to myself, deepening the shade around his chin to depict his five o’clock shadow in the portrait I’m drawing of him inside my notepad.

He meets my eyes and gives me a look that has me smothering a giggle that’ll draw attention to me. Then he discreetly whips his phone out and starts to type. Seconds later, my phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out.

“Do I get to see this new drawing of me?” Stunned, I whip my head up and raise a curious brow, to which he starts to type again. “You have that focused look you always get when you draw, with the tiny crease between your eyebrows.”

My smile grows wider, and I get that tingly feeling I always get whenever I’m around him. The fact that he and I have gotten close enough for him to know that tiny tidbit about me says a lot, and it fills me with warmth.

“Well then, stop texting me so I can concentrate, or you’re gonna end up with an ugly drawing,” I text back, sticking my tongue out at him when he spares me a glance after reading.

To my right, Freya rolls her eyes when she notices my silent interaction with Alexander, but I pay her no heed. She, like the rest of my colleagues, has been spreading all sorts of rumors about Alex and me since we became friends, but I no longer let them affect me.

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