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The Chaos Before the Surprise
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Never meant to be The Light That Revealed Everything
IsabellaCarl’s apartment was quiet when I opened it with the spare key. The smell of his cologne still lingered faintly in the air, and I smiled, imagining his reaction when he saw what I had planned for him.In a way, it was good that he wasn't home; this would be a perfect surprise. I placed the cake on the kitchen counter, carefully lifting it out of the box to display its decadent chocolate frosting and the small "Happy Birthday, Carl" inscription I had requested. Next, I set out the card, a simple yet heartfelt note I’d written, and made sure it was angled just right to catch his eye.Satisfied, I grabbed the sleek black dress from my bag and retreated to his bedroom to change.The fabric hugged my curves in all the right places, the plunging neckline and thigh-high slit giving me a confidence boost I didn’t know I needed. A quick touch-up to my makeup, a spritz of perfume, and I was ready.I perched on the edge of the bed, my heart fluttering with nervous excitement. Carl didn’
Last Updated : 2024-12-01Never meant to be The Pub Surprise
LoganI didn’t know what was more frustrating: the mountain of paperwork waiting on my desk or the fact that Isabella had been icier than the office air conditioning unit lately. She had barely acknowledged my heartfelt apology about high school, and if anything, she had turned colder.At first, I brushed it off. Maybe she was busy. But the more I thought about it, the more it grated on my nerves. Why was I so bothered? I’d never been one to lose sleep over what someone thought of me—yet here I was, replaying every clipped reply she had given me in the past week like some lovesick teenager.Derek strolled into my office, his usual smug grin in place. “Hey, Logan. Heading to the club tonight? They’ve got a DJ from Ibiza, and let’s just say the crowd will be worth your time.”I glanced at the clock. It was late, and the idea of forcing a smile in a sea of over-perfumed partygoers made me want to gouge my eyes out. “Not tonight,” I said curtly, loosening my tie.Derek raised an eyebrow.
Last Updated : 2024-12-01Never meant to be An Unexpected Invitation
LoganThe drive to Isabella’s apartment was quiet, though I wasn’t sure what I’d expected. She’d gone from sarcastic and fiery at the pub to silent and brooding in the car. I glanced at her a few times, but she was staring out the window, her expression unreadable.At least she seemed sober enough now. Her rambling had stopped, and she no longer wobbled in her seat, though her silence felt like a ticking time bomb. I parked outside her building and stepped out, moving quickly to the passenger side to help her out.“I’m fine,” she muttered as I reached for her arm.“I’ll be the judge of that,” I replied, steadying her anyway. I was not going to let her collide with the pavement in those absurd heels.She sighed but didn’t argue further, letting me guide her to the entrance of her building. As we climbed the steps, I noticed her fumbling in her bag for her keys. When we reached her apartment door, she finally pulled them out and unlocked it with shaky hands.“Okay,” I said, stepping back
Last Updated : 2024-12-01Never meant to be Passion
Logan -Isabella kept away her glass and smiled."I don't believe you.""Why would I lie about it ?" I said."You know there is one way to find out." She said and leaned towards me.We were sitting on the opposite ends of her couch, so it didn't take her long to scoot next to me."Kiss me," said Isabella.It took me a couple of seconds to realize what I had just heard."What was that?" he asked."Kiss me."At first, I thought she was joking and laughed."You're serious, aren't you?""Very much so," she replied."Isabella... you had too much to drink...."I couldn't finish my sentence; Isabella had caught my face in her hands and pressed her lips against mine. The taste of alcohol lingered on her breath, but I found myself kissing her back, unable to resist the pull of the moment.I pulled away after what seemed like hours. My breath was ragged, and my heart was pounding in my chest."Wow! That was unexpected," I managed to say, trying to regain my composure.Isabella just smiled misch
Last Updated : 2024-12-02Never meant to be The Morning After: Coffee and Chaos
IsabellaI woke the next morning feeling like I’d been hit by a truck. A very attractive, Logan-shaped truck. My muscles ached in ways I didn’t know they could, and for a fleeting moment, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Then, as I stretched, something cool brushed my shoulder, and I realized two things in rapid succession:I was completely, gloriously naked under the sheets.Last night I had slept with Logan.My heart rate spiked. Slowly, cautiously, I glanced around the room. My clothes and undergarments were strewn all over the room; the bed still had the faint traces of his cologne.“Oh no,” I whispered to the universe.As if on cue, the
Last Updated : 2024-12-03Never meant to be The Elevator Encounter
Isabella -Walking into the office building on Monday morning, I was braced for the day. Not with clients or deadlines, but with my own memories. My phone buzzed in my hand again, pulling my attention downward.Carlson and Grace. Again.Their messages were like a jumble of emotions: apologies, accusations, pleas for responses. Carlson’s latest read: "You can't just ghost me, Isabella. Talk to me."Grace’s wasn’t much better: "I need to explain. Are we still okay?"I sighed, ignoring both.Over the weekend, I’d thought about it a lot. After hours of mental gymnastics, I’d come to a conclusion: Friday night had been a mistake. A colossal, wine-fueled lapse in judgment mistake.And mistakes were meant to be forgotten.The elevator dinged, its polished doors sliding open. I stepped in, preoccupied with my phone, when a familiar figure caught my eye.Logan.He stood there, immaculately dressed as always, his dark suit tailored perfectly, his tie slightly loosened in that maddeningly casual
Last Updated : 2024-12-04Never meant to be Cant avoid
Isabella -I hated how much those words unsettled me—and how much they thrilled me, too.I took a step back, needing to reclaim some of my space and my sanity. My hands clenched at my sides as I glared up at him. “It was a mistake. One night of… whatever that was, and it meant nothing. I need you to forget about it.”His expression didn’t waver. If anything, his smirk deepened, like he was enjoying this ridiculous confrontation far too much.“Forget about it?” he repeated, his tone dripping with skepticism. “Is that what you really want?”“Yes,” I snapped, my voice firm even as my heart raced. “It was stupid, reckless, and completely out of character for me. Besides, I hated you for years, remember? How could I even think of sleep
Last Updated : 2024-12-05Never meant to be Dinner, Not a Date
Isabella - Walking into Logan’s office, I braced myself for the verbal showdown I was certain was coming. I had spent all day gleefully dodging him, and now, the jig was up.Instead, Logan greeted me with an amused smile, one that instantly put me on edge. Logan smiling was never a good sign. It was like a cat smiling at a mouse—mischievous, calculated, and guaranteed to end badly for the mouse.“Nice of you to join me, Isabella,” he said, leaning back in his chair like he had all the time in the world.I cleared my throat, trying to appear as composed as possible. “You needed me for something?”“Yes,” he said smoothly. “I’ll pick you up at seven tonight.”I blinked. “What?”“For dinner,” he added, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.Dinner? Dinner with Logan? Why? What had I done to deserve this punishment?“What dinner?” I asked, trying not to sound as panicked as I felt. “When did we plan a dinner?”Logan sighed, the kind of sigh that said, I can’t believe I have to ex
Last Updated : 2024-12-05
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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
