The plane touched down in Paris.
You leaned against Alex's shoulder, his fingers laced with yours, your eyes still red from happy tears and laughter.
This vacation?
It was your reset.
Your reward after surviving boardrooms, betrayal, and broken hearts.
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🏨 The Hotel Suite
One bed.
Big. Fluffy. Covered in white pillows.
You (teasing):
"One bed again?
What are the odds?"
Alex (grinning):
"Pretty sure Layla bribed the receptionist."
You flopped onto it dramatically.
You:
"I'm not complaining.
Unless you steal all the blankets again."
Alex:
"Who, me?"
Then he tackled a pillow at your face.
A mini war began—laughter echoing through the suite.
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🖤 The Slow, Sweet Moments
🗼 You danced under the Eiffel Tower after dark.
🧁 Shared macarons in quiet cafés.
📸 Took blurry photos while pretending to be tourists in love... which you were.
🛏️ Woke up tangled in each other, no alarms, no chaos, just him and his sleepy 'good morning' smile.
Alex (softly):
"This feels like a dream."
You (kissing his cheek):
"Then don't wake up."
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🕵️ But Back Home...
Luca sat at his desk, a rare moment of calm.
Until—
PING.
He opened the message.
Just a name.
A contact.
One word:
Zayn.
Attached?
An address.
Luca (muttering):
"You really don't know when to quit, do you?"
He called you immediately.
Luca (low voice):
"We've got a problem."
⸻
✨ Meanwhile in Paris...
Alex watched you twirl in the little bookstore you found, hugging a French novel like it was treasure.
He smiled.
Pulled something from his pocket.
A small box.
Alex (thinking):
Maybe tonight... maybe I ask.
But he didn't get the chance.
Because your phone buzzed.
And the second you answered...
Your whole face changed.
You (to Alex, whispering):
"Zayn's back."
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