Ruby’s POV
A week can change an entire universe.
If someone had told me eight days ago that I would be standing on the tarmac of a private hangar in Nice, feeling a genuine, heavy ache in my chest at the thought of leaving Alexander Ray, I would have laughed in their face. But our little "temporary arrangement" in France had completely spun out of my control.
Since that explosive, unforgettable midnight in his master suite, the invisible walls between us hadn't just cracked—they had completely vaporized. We had spent the last seven days living in a beautiful, intoxicating bubble. We talked constantly, sharing late-night secrets over glasses of rich wine. We laughed effortlessly. And god... we f****d. Constantly. Everywhere. In the grand showers, against the marble kitchen island, an
