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Never meant to be A blatant lie
Isabella I'm not sure when it happened, but somewhere between the lasagna and the ice cream, I found myself completely naked in the kitchen with Logan. Before I knew it, his lips crashed into mine. His hands were everywhere, caressing my breasts, my waist, and my thighs, and I could feel myself growing wetter with every touch.This is how we ended up since yeatserday every few hours. It was like a whirlwind of passion and desire that consumed us both."Fuck, you feel amazing," he groaned, his hips pistoning as he fucked me hard and fast on the kitchen counter. I could feel every inch of him, filling me up, stretching me out.It feels like I would be the first person on Earth to die from pleasure!"Damn! I can't do it anymore," I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure as I reached my peak. Logan's movements became more urgent, his breath hot against my neck."You are so tight that you might snap my cock in two."I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as I rode out the waves o
Last Updated : 2024-12-22Never meant to be No Boundaries, No Problem
Isabella - I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms as I eyed Logan skeptically. “Even if you’re telling the truth, how am I supposed to believe you? You’re so good at lying.”Logan smirked, leaning against the kitchen counter like he had all the time in the world. “Not my fault I excel at everything.”I rolled my eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck. “Oh, fine. I believe you. You’re a very modest and chaste man. Happy?”“Hmm,” he mused, his lips curving into a cocky grin. “Sounds like you’re jealous.”“Jealous?” I laughed, gesturing wildly. “Why would I be jealous? There’s nothing going on between us except—”He raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening as he filled in the blank. “Except we’re only screwing each other?”I gasped, pointing a f
Last Updated : 2024-12-23Never meant to be Coffee, Questions, and Complications
Isabella -By the time I reached my third cup of coffee, I could barely feel the caffeine anymore. Sleep had been a distant dream, thanks to Logan’s... insatiable energy. Honestly, did the man run on a secret power source? And now, I was stuck in a conference room, trying not to fall asleep as Logan confidently detailed how he’d clinched the Fintech deal.He stood at the head of the table, his presence commanding, his voice smooth and professional. It was maddening how effortlessly he could switch from the charming rogue who... well, kept me up all night, to the sharp and astute businessman everyone admired.I avoided looking at him too much during the meeting. Not because I didn’t want to, but because every time I did, memories of the weekend would flash through my mind, and I was sure my face would betray me.When the meeting fi
Last Updated : 2024-12-24Never meant to be The Unexpected Charm of Patrick
IsabellaThe office party wasn’t as bad as I had anticipated. Sure, the music was a little too loud, and someone had inevitably chosen a playlist that screamed “middle-aged dad at a barbecue,” but the energy was good. People were mingling, the food was decent, and I didn’t have Logan hovering over me like a smug shadow.Logan, of course, was off doing his executive thing—talking to the higher-ups, shaking hands, and charming the pants off everyone. Well, figuratively. I hoped. That left me free to mingle without the constant tension of our... complex relationship. That’s how I ended up chatting with Patrick from IT.Patrick was adorable in a nerdy, bespectacled way. He had an easy smile, a button-up shirt, and a knack for telling stories that were surprisingly captivating. I was drawn to his unassuming demeanor—
Last Updated : 2024-12-25Never meant to be A Change in Direction
Isabella -As soon as I got into the car, I could feel Logan’s simmering tension. He didn’t say anything for the first few minutes, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly, his jaw clenched. Finally, he broke the silence.“Are you seriously going on a date with Patrick?” he asked, his tone sharp enough to cut through steel.I bit back a smile, deciding this was too good an opportunity to pass up. “Maybe,” I said, feigning nonchalance. “He might be my type.”Logan glanced at me, his brows furrowing. “Your type? And what exactly is your type?”I turned to him, leaning back in my seat as if I were listing grocery items. “Oh, you know. Nerdy, sweet, and incredibly intelligent. Basically, the complete opposite of you."Logan shook his head, muttering som
Last Updated : 2024-12-26Never meant to be A Morning of Restraint
Isabella -I stifled a yawn for what felt like the hundredth time that morning, trying not to let my exhaustion show. The coffee on my desk had long gone cold, and my brain was threatening to shut down completely.That’s when Amy waltzed in, practically glowing with excitement. Her heels clicked against the floor as she approached, her smile as wide as her overinflated ego. “Morning, Isabella!” she chirped, her tone unusually sweet—which meant trouble.“Morning,” I mumbled, sipping my lukewarm coffee in a futile attempt to look alert.Amy perched on the edge of my desk, crossing her legs like she was about to deliver earth-shattering news. “You look exhausted,” she said, her eyes sparkling with faux concern. “Didn’t sleep well?”
Last Updated : 2024-12-27Never meant to be A Dinner, a Call, and a Cheater with Roses
Isabella -The day had already tested my patience by the time my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen and groaned when I saw my mother’s name. Bracing myself, I answered with a strained “Hi, Mom.”“Isabella, darling, don’t forget about the family dinner tomorrow,” she chirped, her voice far too cheerful for what she was asking me to endure.“Mom, I don’t think I can make it,” I replied, trying to sound regretful rather than desperate. “Work has been insane, and I’m swamped with deadlines. Plus, my boss is... demanding.”“Work will survive without you for one evening,” she countered, her tone firm. “This is important, Isabella. Family is important.”I nearly laughed at the irony. “Family” h
Last Updated : 2024-12-28Never meant to be Exes
Isabella -Once inside, Logan made himself at home, sinking into my sofa as if he owned the place. I scowled at the sight of him lounging like some kind of regal cat.“What’s for dinner?” he asked, his grin infuriatingly charming.“Ramen,” I said, not even attempting to hide my annoyance. “Take it or leave it.”“Oh, I’ll take it,” he said with a wink, watching as I stomped into the kitchen.In a few minutes, I had two steaming bowls of ramen ready. I placed one in front of him and sat across the table, ready to shovel my food down in peace.But Logan had other plans.“I came to talk about Patty,” he said, stirring his ramen.I froze for a moment, my chopsticks hovering midair. “Patty?”“My ex from high school,” he clarified.The name clicked, and I sat back in my chair, a mix of confusion and annoyance swirling in my mind. “Wait a minute—Paris Prescott is Patty?!”He nodded.I groaned, throwing my head back. "Wow! I never would have guessed that. What do you want to talk about regardi
Last Updated : 2024-12-28
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Never meant to be Unspoken Regrets
Isabella"I found your diary by accident," he continued. "Back in high school, the day in the library. You dropped it when... well, when Patty and I were being idiots."I flinched at the memory, my fingers digging into my arms."At first, I didn’t think much of it. I thought I’d give it back to you the next day. But you weren’t at school."I looked up sharply, and he met my eyes."I didn’t know what happened," he said softly. "I didn’t see you again after that day. I asked around and found out your grandfather had passed away. And... I don’t know. I guess I just assumed you needed space. Then school ended, and you were gone."His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of things left unsaid."I should’ve found a way to give it back," he admitted, his voice breaking slightly. "But instead, I kept it. And I read it."My heart twisted painfully. Hearing him confess to reading my most private thoughts felt like a violation all over again, but there was something raw and genuine in hi
Never meant to be How it all began
Logan’s POV, 2016The air in the library was heavy with the mingling smells of old books and cheap disinfectant. The dim overhead lights gave everything a muted glow, the perfect cover for fooling around. Patty giggled as I pulled her closer, her hands resting lightly on my shoulders."Logan," she whispered, glancing around nervously, though her smile betrayed her excitement. Her skirt was hitched up and wrapped around my waist."Relax," I said with a smirk, leaning in to kiss her again.We were tucked away in the far corner, hidden behind rows of rarely borrowed encyclopedias. It was supposed to be a quiet, uneventful afternoon until I heard it—a soft shuffle, like someone had accidentally walked in on us. Patty stiffened, her head whipping around."Who’s there?" She demanded, her voice sharp and grating.From behind a shelf, a familiar face emerged—Isabella. She looked startled, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she clutched her books tightly against her chest."I’m sorry," s
Never meant to be Fractured Resolve
IsabellaThe adrenaline was fading, leaving me shaky and light-headed. My knees buckled, and before I hit the ground, Logan caught me. His strong arms wrapped around me, holding me upright as I clung to him, my breath shallow.“Isabella, you’re bleeding,” he said, his voice filled with alarm.I touched my forehead, feeling a warm, sticky wetness. Pulling my hand back, I saw red smeared across my fingers. The sight made my stomach churn, but I shook my head.“I’m fine,” I managed, though my voice wavered.“Fine?” Logan repeated incredulously, his jaw tightening. “You’re bleeding, and you can barely stand. We’re going to the hospital.”“No,” I protested weakly. “It’s just a scratch. I don’t need a hospital.”Logan ignored me, his concerned gaze scanning my face. “You’re in shock. Let me—”“I said I’m fine,” I interrupted, my voice firmer this time. I straightened myself, though the effort made my head spin. “It’s nothing serious. Just... help me home.”Logan looked unconvinced, his lips
Never meant to be Unfinished Business
Unfinished BusinessIsabella -A smirk tugged at the corners of my mouth before I could stop it. “Good for her,” I said, turning back toward the stairs.“Isabella, wait,” he called out, his voice sharper now.I ignored him, taking a step forward. But then I felt his hand on my arm, gripping it tightly.“Why did you tell her?” he demanded, his voice thick with accusation.I spun around, yanking my arm free. “Tell her what?”“Don’t play dumb,” he snapped. “You told her everything. About me, about us.”I laughed dryly, crossing my arms. “You mean about you cheating on me? And her? Please, Carl. Grace deserved to know the truth. You have no one to blame but yourself.”His face twisted with anger, his eyes narrowing. “You ruined my life,” he hissed, stepping closer.I glared at him, refusing to back down. “You ruined your own life. Maybe you should have thought about that before sleeping with both of us.”His expression darkened, and for a moment, I thought he might back off. But then his
Never meant to be Drawing the Line
Logan Paris’s apartment was as opulent as ever, with its pristine white walls, expansive glass windows, and a sweeping view of the ocean.She greeted me at the door, her expression bright and deceptively warm. "Logan," she purred, leaning in for an air kiss. "To what do I owe this surprise? You never drop by unannounced."I brushed past her into the living room, my jaw tight. "We need to talk."Her perfectly arched eyebrows lifted, but she didn’t miss a beat. She closed the door behind me and sauntered over to a plush armchair, gesturing for me to sit as if this were a casual visit."I’m all ears," she said, crossing her legs and giving me a practiced smile.I remained standing. "Did you get that article printed?"Her smile didn’t falter, but something flickered in her eyes—amusement, maybe. "Why would you think that?""Cut the act, Paris," I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. "You’ve been stirring the pot ever since Isabella started working at my company. Don’t think I haven
Never meant to be Damage Control
Logan -I sat at my desk, staring at the clock on the wall. The hands seemed frozen, mocking me with their refusal to move. Isabella wasn’t at the office today. I’d expected that much after last night. Hell, I probably would’ve done the same if I were in her shoes.The memory of her walking out still stung. Her tears, her anger, the slap—I deserved all of it. I’d screwed up. I knew it the moment I saw the diary in her hands. There was no way to explain, no excuse good enough to justify what I’d done.I rubbed my temples, willing the tension in my head to subside, but it clung to me like a shadow. I needed to fix this, but first, I had to give her space. Isabella wasn’t the kind of person you could pressure into a conversation. She’d come back when she was ready—if she ever wanted to hear me out at all.Just as I was about to dive into the mountain of emails piling up in my inbox, Derek walked in, holding his phone with a grim expression."You’ve got to see this," he said, sliding the
Never meant to be A Betrayal Too Deep
IsabellaI froze, staring at the worn leather cover with my name scrawled on it in silver ink. It was unmistakable. The corners were frayed from years of use, and the faint stain of spilled ink near the edge was exactly where I remembered it.What was this doing here?Slowly, as if compelled by an unseen force, I flipped it open.The familiar loops of my teenage handwriting stared back at me, messy and unrefined, but undeniably mine."January 12th. I saw Logan today in the hallway. The moment he looked at me, my heart felt as though it was about to burst. He appeared to be so serious. He’ll never notice me like that, though. He’s Patty’s boyfriend, and she’s perfect. Ugh, why am I even writing this?"My throat tightened, and I flipped further. Page after page, it was all there—my secrets, my insecurities, my dreams. The crush I thought I’d hidden so well.A lump formed in my throat as I pieced together the impossible truth. Logan had this diary. For how long? And why?My chest heaved
Never meant to be Shattered
Isabella The silence in the car was deafening. Logan’s words still hung in the air, heavy with meaning and impossible to ignore. He loved me. He loved me. And for a brief, heart-stopping moment, I wanted to believe that we could make it work, that the world outside this car didn’t matter.But then reality came crashing back, as it always did.I pulled my hand from his, the warmth of his touch lingering even as I turned to face him. My heart was pounding, but I steadied myself, forcing my voice to remain calm. "Logan," I began, "we’ve been through this before. We can’t have a relationship."His brows furrowed, and his jaw tightened, a flash of frustration crossing his face. "Why not?" he asked, his voice low but firm. "Why are you so determined to fight this, Isabella?""Because it’s not just about us," I said, gesturing vaguely at the world outside the car. "If we do this, it won’t just affect us, Logan. It’ll affect everything."He shook his head, his gaze never leaving mine. "I don
Never meant to be Confession
Isabella -The music shifted, becoming slower, more seductive. The soft rhythm of the song seemed to weave through the air, urging me to move."I am tired." I said to Trent.He stopped dancing, and I stepped onto the deck. I leaned against the railing, closing my eyes for a second to breathe in the salty air, trying to regain some clarity. But before I could settle into the moment, I heard the sound of footsteps behind me.“Leaving the party already?” Trent’s voice broke the silence, and I turned to see him standing a few feet away, his ever-present grin in place.“I just needed a break,” I said, forcing a smile as I adjusted my posture, hoping he wouldn’t push.He didn’t seem to take the hint. Instead, he moved closer, his eyes lingering on me a little too long. “I get it. Sometimes, all this”—he waved a hand toward the house—“can get a bit much, huh?” He stepped closer again, his tone lower now, more intimate. “But I’ve got to say, you look incredible tonight, Isabella.”“Thanks, Tr
