The CEO's Match

Alone Again

Nova's pov

I woke up the next morning to the soft light filtering through the curtains, the gentle warmth of the sun a stark contrast to the chill of the previous day. As I stretched and tried to shake off the remnants of sleep, my eyes caught sight of a note stuck to the lamp beside my bed.

Curious, I reached over and picked it up. The handwriting was unmistakable-Alexander's neat, precise script. My heart skipped a beat, a mix of anticipation and lingering uncertainty swirling within me.

"I'll come check up on you from now on. I have to return to work, but when you need something, call me."

I read the note twice, letting the words sink in. A small smile touched my lips. It was clear he genuinely cared, despite the complexities of our relationship. But as I placed the note gently on the bedside table, a heavy sigh escaped my lips.

"I guess I am all alone again," I murmured to myself, feeling a pang of loneliness despite knowing that Alexander would still be there for me in some way.

The apartment felt quieter than usual, the absence of Alexander's presence more noticeable now that I was alone. I appreciated his offer, his concern, and the effort he'd put into making sure I was okay, but the fact remained that he had to return to his work, leaving me to navigate my own recovery.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, feeling the morning chill on my bare feet. The note was a reminder of how things had changed, how different life felt now compared to before. I knew I had to focus on getting better and managing on my own, but it was hard not to miss the comfort of his constant presence.

I shuffled into the kitchen and made myself some coffee, trying to shake off the feeling of solitude that had settled over me. The quiet of the apartment seemed almost too loud, and I found myself staring absently at the note, wondering when I'd see him again and how our relationship would evolve from here.

Alexander's words were a balm, but the reality of being alone again was a harsh reminder of the changes in our lives. As I sipped my coffee, I resolved to make the most of my time alone-focus on my recovery, tackle the tasks at hand, and perhaps, prepare myself for whatever the future might hold.

Alexander's pov

Over the next few weeks, Nova's recovery was nothing short of remarkable. It was almost as if she had never been sick at all. Her return to work was marked by an energy and vibrancy that was almost electric. I had grown accustomed to the sight of her at her desk, but now there was an added layer of allure.

From the moment she walked through the door each day, dressed provocatively as usual, it was clear that her usual attitude had not just returned-it had intensified. Her wit, sarcasm, and flirtatious demeanor were more pronounced, almost to the point where it was difficult to keep up. It felt like she was operating at a new level, one that made her presence even harder to ignore.

It wasn't just her words that had shifted; her behavior had also become much more touchy and seductive. Even with other employees just outside the office, she had a way of making her presence felt. It wasn't uncommon for her to trail her fingers lightly along my back or shoulder, or to lean over my desk, her touch lingering just enough to be noticeable. I tried to remain focused, but it was challenging with her occasional smirks and touches.

There were moments when she would simply sit on my lap, her presence a constant, tantalizing distraction. It was as if she had made it her mission to blur the lines between professional and personal, and she did so with an ease that left me both frustrated and intrigued.

Her actions were a mixture of boldness and playfulness, designed to keep me on edge. The way she leaned in, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered a teasing comment, or the way she would settle herself on my lap while I was deep in work, made it clear that she knew exactly what she was doing.

Despite the challenge of maintaining my focus with her constant flirtation and touch, there was an undeniable allure in her assertiveness. It was as if she was testing boundaries and making her intentions clear without saying a word. It was a delicate balance of desire and professionalism, and while it made for some rather intense moments, it also kept me constantly aware of her presence.

As I worked through my day, the dynamics between us had shifted, and it was clear that Nova was fully aware of the impact she had. Our interactions, while professional, were now laced with a tension that was both exciting and exhausting. I found myself caught between wanting to address the growing intensity and simply enjoying the new rhythm she had brought to our working relationship.