FATEBOUND
Alex couldn't wait any longer. She switched positions and laid on top of him. Pulling his belt, unzipping his trousers and making way for his dick. She held it and gave it a hand job before putting it in her mouth. She suckled on it as If it were a lollipop while stroking it and touching the balls.
Julian moaned softly while in the act. He pulled Alex to himself and maintained a skin to skin touch. He switched positions again and bit her ear while pinning her to the bed.
He felt warm when he got into her and couldn't stop but ride her like a horse. He didn't wait for long before switching into doggy position. He spanked her ass while giving it to her from behind. Alex moaned hard this time while grabbing the bedsheets. Julian continued until he noticed his juice nearly out and he poured it on her ass. Alex seemed satisfied and lay on the bed to catch her breath. Julian did same.
They took a shower together and retired to bed without any questions.
When it was over, they lay breathless beside each other, and eventually drifted into sleep.
Knock.
Alex stirred.
The bed was empty.
She rose, wrapped in the blanket, and opened the door. A young woman in a resort uniform smiled and rolled in a covered tray.
"Mr. Julian ordered this for you, ma."
"Where is he?" Alex asked, a sudden pit in her stomach.
"He left due to an emergency."
The tray clinked softly as the woman left. Alex spotted something on the side drawer,a thick wad of cash and a note.
Thank you for the night. – Julian
Her heart sank.
She wasn't sure what she'd expected but not this. She had no last name. No real contact. Just a one-night stand and a breakfast tray.
She showered quickly, ate in silence, and left the lounge, thoughts heavy.
"I don't even know this man," she whispered to herself. "Why do I feel so drawn to him?" She shook her head.
"It was just a night. Nothing more. He paid for it."
Back at home, she was about to undress when her phone chimed.
New Email
Subject: Job Offer – Waitress Position at Claire de Lune Resort
> Dear Alex Thompson,
We're pleased to offer you the Waitress position at Claire de Lune Resort! Although you lack prior experience, we believe your positive attitude and willingness to learn make you a perfect fit…
Her eyes widened. The timing was almost surreal.
She replied immediately, accepting the offer.
The next morning, Claire de Lune Resort was alive with activity. Expensive cars lined the parking lot. Women in designer gowns and men in sleek suits passed by with effortless confidence.
Alex adjusted her new uniform, nervous but determined. The security led her to the manager's office, where she was briefed, handed a schedule, and sent out to shadow an experienced waitress.
Her shift went by in a blur. She smiled, served, cleared tables, and listened. She was getting the hang of it.
During her break, she chatted with other waitresses.
"The CEO's a terror," one whispered. "Notorious, ruthless, and a total playboy."
"Yeah," another added, "brings in a new woman every week, then pays them and throws them out. Cold as ice."
"And if you mess up in front of him? You're fired. Just like that."
Alex swallowed. "I haven't seen him yet…"
"Lucky you," they all chimed.
Later that evening, exhausted but satisfied, she called Mia.
"Hey girl, how's the new job?" Mia asked.
"It's good. Kinda scary, though."
"Scary?"
"The CEO. Everyone says he's strict, mean, impossible to please."
"Don't let rumors get to you," Mia said. "You haven't met him yet, right?"
"No."
"Then don't worry until you do."
Alex smiled. "Thanks, Mia. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
The next morning was calm and cool. Alex got dressed, her hair pulled back neatly. She arrived early, checked in, and slipped into her uniform.
The day was off to a normal start until everything changed.
She was walking back to the kitchen with a tray of drinks when she saw a group of men walk into the resort lobby. They moved with practiced precision. One stood out—taller, stronger, with an unmistakable air of command.
He stepped closer.
Her heart stopped.
It was him.
Julian.
Her breath hitched as he paused in front of her.
"You're new here," he said, his voice deep and familiar.
She stared at him, speechless.
"I'm Julian Saint Claire."
His eyes locked with hers and something in them flickered.
Recognition.
Interest.
Surprise.
The same spark from the night before.
Only now, the man she had shared a night with… was her boss.
Alex's breath caught in her throat. Her eyes met his piercing blue ones,just like that night. The same charming smirk played on his lips, but now, in the full glare of daylight and surrounded by colleagues and guests, the moment felt surreal.
"You're new here," he said again, his gaze steady.
"Y-yes, sir," she finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Julian tilted his head slightly, then glanced down at the tray in her hand.
"Don't let me distract you. But we'll talk soon."
With a short nod, he walked past, his entourage following. Alex stood frozen until the tray wobbled, reminding her she still had orders to deliver. She moved quickly, her heart racing. Did he recognize her from that night? Or was this some sick joke? The memory of their intimate encounter flashed in her mind, making her skin warm.
Back in the staff breakroom, her colleagues were buzzing.
"Did you see him?"
"He's even hotter in person."
"No wonder they say he doesn't keep a woman longer than a week!"
Alex didn't join the gossip. She quietly placed the tray down and leaned on the counter, trying to breathe. He didn't say anything. Maybe he doesn't remember. Maybe I'm just another name on a long list.
Still, her instincts told her otherwise. Julian wasn't just pretending. That look,she remembered.
The day passed in a blur. She couldn't focus. Every time the elevator dinged or the lounge doors opened, she flinched. At the end of her shift, she raced home, threw herself on her bed, and screamed into a pillow.
Her phone vibrated. A text.
Unknown Number: We meet again, Lexi.
Her heart stopped. Only one person ever called her that.
Julian Saint Claire.
She sat up, staring at the message.
Julian: I wasn't sure it was you until I saw your face. Imagine my surprise…
Alex: You didn't say anything earlier.
Julian: Didn't want to cause a scene. You looked flustered.
Julian: But I've been thinking about you. That night wasn't just a one-off for me. Can we talk?
Alex stared at her screen. She didn't know what she was doing, but she typed back:
Alex: Okay.
They met after her shift. He was waiting in his car just outside the staff exit, wearing a casual white shirt, sleeves rolled, his hair tousled like he hadn't even tried.
"You didn't have to come in person," she said, sliding into the passenger seat.
"I wanted to see you again. Properly."
Silence hung between them. He turned to her, the playfulness gone.
"I left that morning because of a genuine emergency, not because I was trying to disappear. The money... that wasn't a goodbye."
Alex raised a brow. "It felt like it."
He sighed. "I understand. But believe me, I don't make a habit of doing that. You were different."
She crossed her arms. "You don't even know me."
"But I want to." His voice was low and sincere.
Alex stared at him, torn between her sense of reason and the undeniable pull she felt around him. "You're my boss now."
"I won't make things complicated at work," he said, watching her closely. "All I'm asking for is a chance. Let me take you out,away from Claire de Lune. Just dinner. No pressure."
She looked away. Everything about him screamed danger, but not in the usual sense. He was power, charisma, and desire wrapped in an expensive suit. The worst kind of temptation.
"Okay," she whispered.
Dinner was at a quiet, cliffside restaurant far from the resort. No staff, no curious eyes,just the sea breeze and soft candlelight.
"So, Alexandra Thompson," he said, pouring her a glass of wine. "Tell me who you really are."
She laughed softly. "That's a big question."
"I've got time."
And so, she told him. About losing her job. About Billy, the ex-fiancé who dumped her for another woman. About starting over. He listened, really listened, his eyes never leaving her face.
"What about you?" she asked.
"I'm the cliché everyone talks about," he replied with a small smile. "Grew up rich. Inherited a hotel empire. Dated a few models. The press loves to call me a playboy."
"Is it true?"
He paused. "Some of it. I've had flings, sure. But I never used anyone. I was just... searching."
"For what?"
His eyes darkened, focused. "Someone who sees me,not the brand. Someone who doesn't care about my bank account. Someone like you."
Alex's heart thudded.
"I'm not giving up on us," he said simply. "But I'll wait for you to be sure."
Alex looked at him, the man who shattered all her assumptions. Maybe love wasn't about perfection. Maybe it was about choosing each other despite the odds.
"I'm scared," she admitted.
"So am I," he replied.
And that's when she knew.
This wasn't just entanglement. It was the start of something real.
Just then a snap of fingers got her back to her senses.
She was hallucinating.