After signing the check, Alexander stood and pulled out my chair. His hand found the small of my back as we navigated through the restaurant, and I was acutely aware of the warmth of his touch through the thin fabric of my dress.

Outside, the valet promptly brought Alexander’s car around. The cool night air was a refreshing change from the restaurant’s warmth, and I took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of night–blooming jasmine from nearby planters.

“Successful evening?” Alexander asked as we settled into the car.

“Very. I think we showed whoever was watching that we’re completely unbothered by their petty gossip.”

“And we ate extremely well in the process.”

“A win–win situation.”

As we drove through the quiet streets of Beverly Hills, I found myself reflecting on the day, from the triumph of securing the Thompson Hotels account to the unexpected confrontation with Penelope and the nasty gossip article.

“Alexander?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you for handling the legal side of things today. With the article, I mean.”

He glanced over. “No need to thank me. It’s what any husband would do.”

The word “husband” still felt strange to hear, even after our weeks together. Strange, but not unpleasant.

had to deal with public gossip

said, echoing his earlier words.

Something to look

get used to it. And for what it’s

“I did?”

poised, professional, and you didn’t take any

dump my coffee

you didn’t is exactly

whir. Alexander parked in his usual spot and turned off the engine, but neither of us moved to get out immediately. “You know,” I said, breaking the comfortable silence, “this whole marriage thing isn’t as

turned to me, one eyebrow raised. “High praise

be. I had

glad I’ve exceeded your very

said, “I thought this would be awkward and uncomfortable, but it’s been… I don’t

awful. I’ll add that to

swatted his arm playfully. “You know what

do,” he admitted, his expression softening. “And for what it’s worth, I

the dim light of the garage. There was something intimate about the moment, not sexual, exactly,

should head inside.

purse. “I’m exhausted. Who knew fighting off gossip columnists and evil exes

my world.” Alexander climbed out of the car and came around to open my

stepped out, my heels clicking on the concrete floor. “More

we entered, the house was quiet, most of the staff having retired for the evening. Alexander flicked on the lights as we moved through the

nightcap?” he asked, heading toward the bar in

might start drunk–texting Victoria

laughed. “Now that I’d pay

heels with a sigh of

Alexander called after me as I padded down the hallway toward our

morning. I flicked on the bedside lamp, casting a warm glow across the king–sized bed. The sight of it was

I mumbled

staring at the ceiling. The events of the day replayed in my mind: securing the Thompson Hotels account, the confrontation with Penelope, those nasty gossip articles. Despite the victory, I

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