
Love in the boardroom
The storm outside battered the world in waves of rain and wind, but inside the Blackwood estate, the atmosphere was charged with something far more electric.
Lexi stood near the massive stone fireplace, its crackling flames throwing gold onto her damp skin. Her soaked jacket hung over a chair nearby, and her long sleeves clung to her arms, framing the quiet strength in her posture. She hated how exposed she felt—emotionally more than physically—but the warmth of the fire and Julian’s silent presence behind her grounded her in a way she didn’t expect.
She felt him before she heard him. Julian Blackwood had a way of entering a room like he was part of the shadows—quiet, smooth, watchful. But Lexi always noticed. Always felt the shift in energy when he was near.
“You shouldn’t have followed me into the storm,” she said without turning.
“I wasn’t about to let you wander into the woods alone,” Julian replied, his voice deep and steady. “Not tonight. Not with everything going on.”
Lexi finally turned to face him. His dark sweater clung to his chest, soaked through in places. His hair was tousled, the ends dripping, and yet there was something almost wild about him in that moment—like he belonged more to the storm than to the safety of the estate.
“What do you think I am, Julian? Helpless?”
His mouth twitched, almost a smile, but not quite. “I think you’re the most capable woman I’ve ever met. That doesn’t mean I won’t worry.”
Her breath hitched. That word—worry—it shouldn’t have mattered. But coming from him, it made something in her chest ache.
“You don’t have to care,” she said softly. “You don’t even know me.”
“I know enough,” Julian said, taking a slow step toward her. “I know that you flinch when someone touches you without warning. That you memorize exits the moment you enter a room. That you pretend to be tougher than you are because life forced you to be. I see you, Lexi. Even if you don’t want me to.”
Her lips parted, stunned into silence.
“I know what it’s like to carry ghosts,” he added, voice lower now. “And I know what it’s like to want something good, even if you don’t think you deserve it.”
Lexi's heartbeat thundered in her ears, louder than the rain pounding the windows. Her defenses wavered like a candle flame in a breeze.
“Why are you telling me this?” she whispered.
“Because I don’t want to pretend anymore,” he said, closing the distance until only inches separated them. “Not with you.”
The firelight played over his features—strong jaw, intense eyes, a scar near his temple she hadn’t noticed before. There was something deeply broken inside Julian, something that mirrored her own fractures. And yet, standing there in the silence, it felt like their shattered pieces might actually fit.
He reached out, slowly, giving her the chance to move. She didn’t.
His fingers brushed her cheek, tracing the damp skin there. The contact was feather-light, but it grounded her. Anchored her.
“I told myself I wouldn’t feel this,” she said, voice trembling. “That I came here to find answers, not… this.”
“This wasn’t part of my plan either,” Julian admitted. “But you showed up, and everything changed.”
Their eyes locked, a thousand unspoken words passing between them. And then, he kissed her.
It was a question, not a command—slow, soft, searching. Lexi responded with hesitation at first, but as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her gently against him, the rest of the world fell away. She kissed him like she’d been starving and only just realized it.
Her hands slid up his chest, fisting into his wet shirt. He was solid beneath her fingers, warm and real in a way nothing had been for a long time.
When they finally pulled apart, breathless, the storm outside had faded to a soft drizzle.
Julian rested his forehead against hers. “I’m not perfect. There are things you don’t know about me… things I’m not proud of.”
Lexi searched his eyes. “Are you dangerous?”
His pause was a beat too long. “Only to those who would hurt the people I care about.”
A small, sad smile touched her lips. “That sounds like a promise.”
“It is.”
Silence stretched between them, comfortable and heavy with meaning.
Lexi stepped back, just enough to look up at him. “If we do this… I need honesty, Julian. I’ve had enough lies in my life.”
He nodded. “No lies.”
“And no disappearing when things get hard.”
His expression shifted, something raw flickering behind his eyes. “I’ve spent my life running from the parts of me I can’t explain. But if staying means being with you… I’ll stop running.”
Something inside her cracked open then. The walls she’d built, the defenses honed over years of betrayal and loss—they didn’t fall, not completely, but they bent. For him.
Lexi reached up and traced the scar near his temple. “Tell me what happened.”
Julian looked away, jaw tense. “Not tonight.”
“Soon?”
He met her gaze again. “Soon.”
The promise hung in the air, fragile but real.
She leaned into him, resting her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as the fire crackled beside them. For the first time in what felt like forever, Lexi allowed herself to believe that maybe—just maybe—something good could grow from all the darkness.
But far in the woods, beneath the trees where the storm had passed, a low growl echoed in the distance.
Something was watching.
Waiting.
And the Blackwood secrets were far from buried.









