Tasha's sexy Ex

Tasha sat at her sleek, glass-topped desk, tapping her pen against the edge. Her office was quiet, sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Everything looked perfect—the kind of perfection she had worked two years to achieve. Her company, *Elegance Events*, had grown faster than she imagined, and she was finally getting recognition for her hard work. A cup of steaming coffee sat beside her laptop, but she barely noticed it. She was reviewing the latest client proposals when the email subject line made her stop mid-breath: *“Contract Approval – Engagement Party.”* Her fingers trembled slightly as she opened the attachment. She expected another high-profile client, maybe a CEO or a socialite. But what she saw made her stomach drop like a stone. *Leo Harrington.* The name hit her harder than a punch. Two years. Two years of heartbreak, anger, and the slow, bitter ache of missing him. And now… he was her client. Not just any client, but *the biggest contract of her career*. She sank into her chair, trying to steady her breath. Leo had been the one who got away. The man who made her believe in love, only to shatter her heart. He had left without explanation, and she had spent months thinking about what she did wrong. But now, seeing his name in her inbox, everything came rushing back. A knock at the door pulled her out of her thoughts. “Come in,” she called, trying to mask the sudden tightness in her chest. The door opened slowly, and there he was. Leo Harrington. Taller than she remembered, with that dangerous smirk that always made her knees weak. His hair was perfectly styled, suit tailored to perfection, and there was a confidence in the way he moved that made her both furious and… ridiculously drawn to him. “Tasha,” he said smoothly, his voice low and even. “I hear you’re planning my engagement party.” She clenched her jaw, forcing a professional tone. “That’s right. Elegance Events was hired. I assume you’ve seen the proposal?” He stepped closer, leaning slightly over the desk, and her pulse spiked. “I have. But I wanted to meet the woman behind it. I hear you’re… meticulous.” His eyes held a spark that sent heat straight to her core. Meticulous. She used to be meticulous when it came to Leo, too. When it came to keeping her feelings in check. “I take pride in my work,” she said, standing to meet his gaze evenly. She reminded herself that this was business. Nothing more. Leo smirked, that old smirk she both loved and hated. “Good. Because I don’t like mistakes.” The words hit harder than she expected, not because of the threat, but because it felt like he remembered. He remembered her, exactly as she remembered him. The silence stretched, thick and dangerous. She wanted to look away, but she couldn’t. It was like magnets pulling her closer and punishing her for it. Finally, she cleared her throat. “We should discuss details. When do you want to start?” Before he could answer, a folded note slipped under her office door. She picked it up, eyes narrowing as she read the elegant handwriting: *“Be careful. Some truths are better left buried. –Amara”* Tasha’s brow furrowed. Amara. Leo’s fiancée. She didn’t know the woman, but already she seemed… aware. Observant. Threatening in a subtle way. Tasha shoved the note into her drawer, trying to shake off the sudden unease. She couldn’t let this affect her professionalism. Not yet. Leo clapped his hands once, breaking the tension. “So, Tasha… let’s get to work.” She swallowed hard, trying to maintain composure. She wanted to scream, to run, to tell him everything she had wanted to say two years ago. But she couldn’t. Not here. Not now. --- The first planning meeting was tense. Every detail of the engagement party had to be perfect. Leo had high expectations, as did his powerful family. And Tasha… she was trying hard not to remember how easily he had shattered her heart. They argued over the guest list, color schemes, and seating arrangements. Each time their hands brushed over the design boards, a spark shot through her. She hated it. She hated how much she still wanted him, even after everything. “Pink and gold? Really?” Leo raised an eyebrow, looking at the proposed theme. “It’s… flashy. I prefer something more classic.” Tasha bit back a retort. “Classic doesn’t have to be boring,” she said evenly, forcing professionalism. Leo leaned back, studying her. “You haven’t changed,” he said softly, almost to himself. Then louder: “Good. I like that about you.” She stiffened. She hated that he could still affect her with a single sentence. She wanted to push him away, to stay strong, but part of her… part of her wanted to lean in. --- Later that evening, Tasha sat alone in her office, replaying the day over and over. She couldn’t stop thinking about Leo. About the way his hand had brushed hers. About the way his eyes lingered on her when he thought she wasn’t looking. And then there was Lily. Her so-called best friend, the one who had manipulated everything two years ago. Tasha knew Lily was still a threat, always scheming, always ready to twist the truth to protect her own ambitions. Her phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number: *“Leo will never know the truth… unless you slip. Don’t make a mistake. –Lily”* Tasha’s stomach churned. Lily. Of course it was Lily. Always lurking, always scheming. Tasha had thought she could escape her past, but here it was, catching up with her in the form of the man she had loved—and lost. --- That night, she couldn’t sleep. Her mind raced, imagining Leo laughing with Amara, imagining the perfect engagement he thought he was planning. She wanted to scream at him, to tell him everything: that she hadn’t cheated, that Lily had lied, that she had been carrying a secret he didn’t even know existed. But she couldn’t. Not yet. Not when every step she took could ruin her career—or worse, put her in danger. And yet, a part of her, the reckless, stubborn part that had always loved him too much, wondered… could she survive seeing him every day without falling apart? --- Morning came too quickly. Tasha sipped her coffee, staring at her reflection in the darkened window. She was ready. Professional. Determined. She would plan this engagement party perfectly. She would stay strong. And she would survive seeing Leo again without giving in. At least, that was the plan. Because deep down, she knew one thing for sure: **some sparks never die, and some fires burn hotter the second time around.** -- Just as she packed her notes for the site visit, her phone buzzed. A new message from Amara: *"I think you should know… some people will do anything to keep you away from him. Be careful, Tasha.”* Tasha stared at the screen, her heart hammering. She had no idea how dangerous this game would become—but she was about to find out.