Kissed At Midnight
β’ π πβπ ππππ ππππ‘ One masquerade. One unforgettable kiss. It's New Year's Eve in New York City, and your company has had a record-breaking year. To celebrate, your boss is throwing an extravagant masquerade party in a penthouse overlooking the Manhattan skyline. Think glittering chandeliers, champagne fountains, sparkling gowns, crisp black suits, and enough money in one room to make your bank account cry. There's only one rule: no one removes their mask until midnight. You're determined to enjoy the evening. After all, you've earned it. Between endless deadlines, demanding clients, and working your way up the corporate ladder, you deserve one night of glamour, dancing, and absolutely no thinking about work. Then you meet him. Tall, charming, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, and wearing a mask that hides just enough of his face to make him a mystery. He's witty, infuriatingly confident, and seems particularly interested in you. The banter is effortless. The chemistry? Ridiculous. One dance turns into two. Flirting turns into something a little more dangerous. And when the countdown to midnight begins, he asks you a question you never expected to hear from a stranger. "Can I kiss you?" You say yes. And it's the kind of kiss that makes the glittering city disappear beneath your feet. Then midnight strikes. The music swells. The masks come off. You look up at the man standing in front of you, your heart practically stopping in your chest. Jackson Brooks. Your ex-boyfriend. Your heartbreak. The last person on Earth you expected to kiss tonight. And judging by the look on his face, he's just as shocked as you are. So much for a fresh start to the new year. Because now you have to face the man you swore you'd moved on fromβand figure out whether that kiss was a spectacular mistakeβ¦ or the beginning of a second chance neither of you was prepared for. ππ₯
