Mark & Alex

‎Alex's POV

‎I didn't sleep. Not really.

‎I lay on my back, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, listening to a house that breathed differently at night. It wasn't loud. It wasn't empty either. Just... watchful. Like it knew who belonged and who didn't.

‎And I was still figuring out where I fit.

‎Mark Windsor's words from dinner replayed in my head not the obvious ones, but the pauses. The way his gaze lingered a second too long. The way his voice softened when he wasn't issuing commands or talking numbers.

‎You're family. Of course it's okay.

‎That shouldn't have mattered to me.

‎But it did.

‎I rolled onto my side and groaned quietly, pressing my face into the pillow. This was ridiculous. He was my mum's boss. He owned the house I was sleeping in. He was intimidating, older, and completely out of my league in ways I didn't even want to list.

‎And yet...

‎There it was again. That pull. Subtle. Uninvited.

‎I checked my phone. Past midnight.

‎Eventually, hunger or maybe restlessness won. I slipped out of bed, pulling on a hoodie and stepping quietly into the hallway. The lights were dimmed, but the kitchen glow was still on. Mum must've left it that way out of habit.

‎I padded down the stairs, bare feet silent on polished wood.

‎The kitchen felt different at night. Softer. Less like a workplace and more like a shared secret. I poured myself a glass of water, leaning against the counter as I drank.

‎"You're up late."

‎I nearly choked.

‎I turned sharply.

‎Mark stood in the doorway, hair slightly disheveled now, suit replaced with a dark T-shirt and lounge pants. He looked... human. Less CEO. More man.

‎"Sorry," I said quickly. "Didn't mean to disturb anything."

‎"You didn't," he replied. "I couldn't sleep."

‎Of course he couldn't.

‎I gestured weakly to the glass in my hand. "Water run."

‎He nodded, stepping further inside. "Mind if I join you?"

‎"It's your kitchen," I said. "I'm the guest."

‎"You live here now," he said calmly. "That makes it ours."

‎There it was again. That careful inclusion. It unsettled me more than distance ever could.

‎He leaned against the opposite counter, arms loosely crossed. The silence stretched but not awkwardly. More like both of us were deciding whether to fill it.

‎"So," I said, because I couldn't help myself. "Do you always stalk the kitchen at night?"

‎His mouth curved faintly. "Only when I suspect culinary crimes."

‎"Disappointed?" I asked.

‎"I haven't tasted anything yet."

‎I scoffed. "Rude."

‎He chuckled. Actually chuckled. The sound was low, brief but real. It hit me straight in the chest.

‎Oh. That's dangerous.

‎"Can't sleep?" I asked, softer now.

‎"No," he admitted. "My mind doesn't shut off easily."

‎"Work?"

‎"Life," he corrected.

‎I nodded. I understood that kind of exhaustion.

‎"I get that," I said. "After graduation, everything went quiet. Too quiet. Like... now what?"

‎He studied me then. Not assessing. Observing.

‎"You don't strike me as someone who stays still for long," he said.

‎"I don't like feeling useless."

‎"You're not," he said immediately.

‎The speed of the response caught us both off guard.

‎He cleared his throat. "Based on what I've seen."

‎"Which is... one meal and a debate about corporate ethics?"

‎"Enough to know potential when I see it."

‎My pulse jumped. "Careful. Compliments from you might go to my head."

‎He met my eyes. "You already have confidence. That's different."

‎Something shifted in the air.

‎I looked away first.

‎"Anyway," I said lightly, pushing off the counter. "I should go back before Mum wakes up and thinks I'm planning a midnight feast."

‎He nodded. "Goodnight, Alex."

‎"Goodnight, Mark."

‎I took two steps then hesitated.

‎"Hey," I added, glancing back. "Thanks. For earlier. For... welcoming me."

‎He didn't smile this time. His expression softened instead. "You're welcome."

‎I went back upstairs with my heart racing far too fast for a glass of water.

‎---

‎The next morning came too quickly.

‎I helped Mum prep breakfast like nothing had changed, but everything had. Mark joined us briefly before leaving for work, suit back in place, mask firmly on. If I didn't know better, I'd think the night before hadn't happened.

‎Except he paused at the door.

‎"Alex," he said.

‎I looked up. "Yeah?"

‎"Feel free to use the kitchen anytime."

‎Mum hid a smile.

‎"Careful," I replied. "You might regret that."

‎"I doubt it," he said and then he was gone.

‎I stood there longer than necessary, staring at the empty doorway.

‎I didn't know what this was.

‎But I knew one thing for sure.

‎Mark Windsor hadn't ordered that smile from me.

‎And yet he'd earned it.