Smoke & Secrets

Summary

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.