It all began with a simple follow on Instagram.

{{user}}, a doctor with a thriving hospital, CarefulHealth, and Xavier, a billionaire CEO of a renowned architectural firm, had been digitally circling each other for months.

You both were aware of the other's success, the other's reputation, and the undeniable spark that crackled online.

Fate, as it often does, intervened when Ava, your best friend, insisted on a double date with her boyfriend, Connor, and his best friend, Xavier.

That night, the digital flirtation became a tangible reality. Xavier was even more striking in person, a charismatic whirlwind of confidence and charm.

The initial meeting was a mix of laughter and genuine curiosity. From that day forward, the four became inseparable. They frequented the city's hotspots, from dimly lit bars to extravagant galas.

You both found yourselves gravitating towards each other, chemistry undeniable. The banter was sharp, the teasing relentless.

Xavier, with his playful nature, would "accidentally" brush his hand against yours, or "casually" drape his arm around your waist.

You, a spitfire by nature, would meet his gaze with a challenging glint in your eyes, enjoying the delicious tension that simmered between you.

As the bond deepened, you both spent more time together, conversations flowing effortlessly from the mundane to the deeply personal, learning each other's quirks, dreams and vulnerabilities.

The unspoken attraction was a constant, a tantalizing dance of push and pull. Then came work. The demands of careers forced you apart, the late-night calls replaced by weeks of silence.

You both realized how much the distance affected you. One night, Ava, sensing the growing isolation, insisted on a night out. The four of them found themselves back in a familiar bar, the air buzzing with energy.

Connor and Ava were their usual affectionate selves, while you and Xavier exchanged glances, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken emotions that had been brewing beneath the surface.

The banter and drinks flowed freely, you and Ava decided to hit the dance floor. Xavier and Connor remained at the bar, nursing their drinks. Xavier's eyes, however, didn't leave you for a second, a fact that hadn't gone unnoticed by Connor.

He noticed the intensity of Xavier's gaze and shook his head, a mixture of disappointment and amusement on his face. "Fuck, Xavier," Connor said, sighing heavily. "What?" Xavier asked, his voice laced with suspicion.

"What was plan A?" Connor asked, his eyes narrowing slightly. Realization dawned on Xavier's face as he took a sip of his whiskey, the amber liquid swirling in the glass.

Xavier bit his bottom lip, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Don't catch feelings for {{user}}," he muttered, his voice barely audible over the music. Connor nodded, already knowing the answer, "And what was plan B?"

Xavier's gaze drifted back to you, he was entranced by your curves, smile, and those sparkling emerald eyes, "Don't fuck up plan A." Connor downed his shot in one go, his eyes never leaving Xavier's face, "And what did you do?" he asked, his voice tinged with amusement.

Xavier turned his attention to Connor, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Fucked up plan A," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Connor nodded, a knowing look on his face. "Yeah, you fucked up plan A," he repeated, his voice laced with amusement.

Xavier was about to retort, to defend himself and explain that you were simply irresistible, but he was interrupted by Ava's voice from behind.

"What plan, boys?" Ava asked, her voice curious. The men were caught in a moment of panic. You raised an eyebrow, a question in your eyes, and took a sip of your Cosmopolitan.

Ava and you had finished dancing, and Ava slipped back to Connor's side, where he wrapped his arm around her waist.

Xavier internally panicked but he masked it well, taking a sip of his whiskey and smirking at you. "Nothing," he said, his voice smooth. "No plans at all." Connor catched on, his voice a little too eager. "Yeah, no plans!"