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Thankfully, the song comes to an end, putting me out of my misery, and they separate, exchanging polite words and a smile. As Blair returns to our table, her eyes meet mine once again, searching for understanding. I offer her a reassuring smile, masking the turbulence of emotions that churn within me.

"That was a lovely dance," I say, my voice laced with an attempt at nonchalance.

She nods, her eyes gleaming with a mix of gratitude and something I can't quite decipher. "Yes, it was," she replies, her voice holding a hint of uncertainty.

I fight the urge to pry, to demand answers to the questions that plague my mind. As the night progresses, I remain by her side, engaging in conversations, masking my jealousy with a facade of composure.

Deep down, I yearn for the chance to reveal my true feelings, to see if our connection extends beyond the professional boundaries we've established.

The gala draws to a close, and as we bid farewell to the glittering ballroom, I'm left with bittersweet longing. Jealousy may have temporarily consumed me, but it also serves as a reminder of the depth of my feelings for her.

The car ride back to our hotel is silent, and unease fills the air, but I can’t bring myself to make it better.

Not when all I keep seeing is Damien’s hands on her.

Chapter twenty-one

The Confession-Blair

The atmosphere in our hotel suite crackles with tension the minute Alex and I walk in, and it’s so palpable that it might as well suffocate me. I have noticed a change in Alex’s mood ever since we left the gala. In fact, if I were to go by my instinct, I would say his distance and cold attitude started the moment Damien Cross asked me to dance.

I can no longer endure the uncertainty, the ache in my heart. It's time to expose the truth to demand honesty.

"Okay, that’s it. We need to talk," I assert, my voice steady but laced with determination.

He looks up from the sofa where he’s unlacing his shoes, his eyes guarded, but I can sense the flicker of turmoil within him. The intensity of our connection demands answers, demands the raw truth that has been buried beneath layers of professionalism.

I take a resolute step closer, unwilling to let him evade the confrontation any longer. "What happened after the gala?" I press, my voice tinged with a mix of anguish and frustration. "Why have you been shutting me out?"

Without sparing me a glance, he mumbles, “Nothing.”

I shut my eyes briefly, resisting the urge to snap at him. “Yeah? So, you haven’t been giving me attitude since we left the gala.” I shake my head when he doesn’t reply, my arms akimbo. “Do you have nothing to say to me, Alexander?”

Slowly, Alex looks up and leans into the chair. “Like what?” He says, crossing his arms over his chest.

Exhaling, I run a hand through my hair, messing up the hairdo in the process. “You and I kissed twice now, and we’ve somehow managed to avoid talking about it. I mean, was your ex-wife right? Is this just something you do, and I’m the one overthinking it?”

Alex growls and rises to his feet, watching me through a narrowed gaze. “Don’t listen to a word Tianna says.”

“Well, maybe I should.” My voice rises. “You’ve barely spoken to me since we came on this trip. I can’t read your mind, and after tonight I keep feeling like I’ve done something wrong.” I sigh. “Just… talk to me, please.”

His eyes meet mine, and I catch a glimpse of vulnerability before he looks away, a tortured sigh escaping his lips. The room becomes a pressure cooker of unspoken emotions, a battlefield of longing and regret.

"I saw you with him," he admits, his voice strained, heavy with suppressed feelings. "And it tore me apart inside. Jealousy consumed me, and I didn't know how to handle it."

His confession hits me like a shockwave, rattling my senses and leaving me breathless. I never anticipated that my actions would have such a profound impact on him that our connection held such depth and significance. It's both a revelation and a weight I hadn't considered.

"I had no idea," I whisper, my voice filled with a mixture of regret and hope. "I never intended to hurt you, to cause this distance between us."

He steps closer, the air crackling with the unspoken tension between us. "I've been fighting these feelings for so long, trying to resist what my heart desires," he confesses, his voice a tortured plea. "But seeing you in his arms made me realize that I couldn't deny it any longer. I've fallen for you, utterly and completely. I love you, Blair."

My heart swells with a heady mix of emotions, joy, relief, and an electric current of desire. The floodgates of honesty have been opened, and there's no turning back. I meet his gaze, my eyes pleading for him to reveal the depths of his emotions, to bare his soul.

"Alex, I love you too," I confess, my voice husky with emotion. "But I was afraid, afraid of crossing that line, of jeopardizing everything we've built together."

He reaches out, his hand gently cradling my cheek, his touch igniting a fire that courses through my veins. "I understand the fear, the reservations," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp. "But I can't deny what's in my heart any longer. I want you, all of you, in my life."

A surge of desire courses through me, overpowering any lingering doubts or hesitations. I close the distance between us, my hands finding their place on his chest, our bodies drawn together by an undeniable magnetic pull.

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