Logan Yusuf had the worst day of his life—he lost his job and caught his boyfriend cheating on him, all on the same day. But when he takes in a stray dog and wakes up the next morning to a handsome stranger on his bed, he doesn't realise his life had taken an entirely different turn.
View MoreLogan awoke to the smell of smoke.Not the terrifying, your-house-is-on-fire kind of smoke, but the acrid, unmistakable scent of burned toast.Something clattered in the kitchen, followed by a low thump and a startled, "Oh no."He groaned, dragging himself out of bed and padding barefoot into the hallway. When he turned the corner into the kitchen, the scene that greeted him nearly made him laugh and cry at the same time.Kai stood in front of the stove, now shirtless. He'd apparently discarded Jared’s T-shirt and Logan could see it peeking through the trash bin. Kai gripped the spatula, poking at what looked like eggshells sizzling in the greasy frying pan. There were two pieces of charcoal that might've once been toast, and a bottle of milk had been knocked over, dripping off the edge of the counter.Kai turned when he heard Logan’s footsteps. His face lit up. “I make food.”Logan blinked, trying to suppress a laugh. “Is that what this is?”Kai beamed, completely oblivious to the dis
Logan barely had time to process Jared’s outburst before Kai moved away from him.The moment Jared stepped forward, Kai let out a low, warning growl—one that sent a shiver down Logan’s spine.Jared froze, startled by the sound. “What the—who the hell is this? You fucking animal posers now? Where'd you pick him up from, an animal shelter?” He jabbed a finger toward Kai, eyes narrowing.Kai didn’t answer. His entire posture shifted, muscles tensing, his eyes turned sharp and predatory. Logan sat up straighter, snapping out of his shock. “Jared, what the fuck are you doing here?”Jared scoffed. “You haven't taken any of my calls, genius, I came to talk. Didn’t expect to find you shacked up with some random guy already.” His gaze flickered over Kai, lip curling. “Who even is this, dude?”Kai didn’t like Jared’s tone. He let out another soft growl, his eyes flashing with something primal.Logan sighed, already exhausted. “First of all, not that it’s any of your business, but it’s not like
Logan stared at the man—no, the dog-man—his mind struggling to process what was happening.The stranger tilted his head again, eyes wide with curiosity. His damp hair stuck to his forehead, and his expression was so familiar—Logan had seen that same look on the dog’s face just last night.“This isn’t real,” Logan muttered, rubbing his temples. “I drank too much. I’m dreaming. That’s gotta be it.”The man blinked at him, then slowly lifted a hand and reached toward Logan.“Nope!” Logan scooted back, nearly falling off the bed again. “Stay over there, whoever you are!”The man flinched, then lowered his hand. He looked confused, like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how.Logan’s phone was still on the bed, the call to the police active. He could hear the dispatcher’s voice: “Hello? Sir? Are you still there?”Logan hesitated. His thumb hovered over the screen.This was insane. He should let the cops handle it. But what would he even tell them? That the stray dog he took in had
Logan knew his day had started badly when he arrived at work an hour late because his alarm hadn’t gone off that morning. But what he didn’t know was that it would turn out to be the worst day of his life.“Excuse me!” A customer waved him over, “I ordered the Mediterranean Chicken Salad, and this”—she gestured at her plate dramatically—“has olives in it.”Logan blinked in confusion. “Yes… it does. The Mediterranean Chicken Salad comes with olives.”“Well, I didn’t want olives,” the customer snapped.He inhaled deeply, trying to keep his tone even. “Did you request no olives when you placed your order, ma’am?”She scoffed. “I shouldn’t have to! You should anticipate things like this. Who even eats olives, anyway?”“…People who order Mediterranean food?” Logan said sarcastically, immediately regretting it.He hated dealing with Karens, unfortunately for him, the diner he worked at was filled with them and this was his fifth messed up order of the day. With the rate at which things were
Logan knew his day had started badly when he arrived at work an hour late because his alarm hadn’t gone off that morning. But what he didn’t know was that it would turn out to be the worst day of his life.“Excuse me!” A customer waved him over, “I ordered the Mediterranean Chicken Salad, and this”—she gestured at her plate dramatically—“has olives in it.”Logan blinked in confusion. “Yes… it does. The Mediterranean Chicken Salad comes with olives.”“Well, I didn’t want olives,” the customer snapped.He inhaled deeply, trying to keep his tone even. “Did you request no olives when you placed your order, ma’am?”She scoffed. “I shouldn’t have to! You should anticipate things like this. Who even eats olives, anyway?”“…People who order Mediterranean food?” Logan said sarcastically, immediately regretting it.He hated dealing with Karens, unfortunately for him, the diner he worked at was filled with them and this was his fifth messed up order of the day. With the rate at which things were...
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