Smoke & Secrets
Language: en
When we graduated college, Julian and I had one last hookup—a breakup fling. Afterward, he skillfully handed me a cigarette, teasing, "In the future, the woman I marry definitely won't be the type to smoke after sex." My throat tightened. I asked him why. He exhaled a cloud of smoke and smiled. "Chloe, I like them innocent." I fell silent. After that night, I cut off all contact. Five years later, he became my new CEO. To avoid the awkwardness, I proactively handed in my resignation, only to be cornered by him in his office. "It's been five years," he murmured, pressing me against…