Logan's POV
When I walked into the office, everything looked normal.
The sounds of ringing phones and people talking filled the air. But then I saw Raleigh at her desk, looking busy. My stomach flipped. She was typing away and sipping her coffee. I rolled my eyes, hoping she wouldn’t notice me.
But, of course, she did. She looked up and smiled.
“Hey, Logan! Good morning!” she said cheerfully. I forced a smile back, trying not to show how I felt.
I sat down at my desk and tried to concentrate on work, but it was hard. Raleigh was doing that annoying thing again—slurping her coffee.
It was driving me crazy! I tried to focus on my reports, but her slurping echoed in my ears. I finally snapped.
“Can you please stop slurping like that?”
She looked at me, surprised.
“What? It’s just coffee!”
“It’s disgusting!” I replied, trying to keep m
Raleigh's POVI walked home, my feet heavy on the ground. My mind was still stuck on what happened with Logan. That kiss felt confusing and strange. I didn’t even know how to think about it. I was deep in my thoughts when my phone buzzed in my pocket.I pulled it out and saw a message from Mikel. Mikel is my coworker, and he is not very nice. He wants to be the Chief Editor, just like me. I had no idea why he is texting me, but I opened it anyway.My heart dropped when I saw the picture he sent. It was a photo of Logan and me kissing! It looked like a secret shot taken from far away, but there was no mistaking it. The moment we shared was now out in the open, and it made my stomach twist in knots.“What a great shot!” Mikel had written in the message. “I guess you and Logan are closer than I thought. Good luck with the Chief Editor position!”I frowned and bit my lip. Mikel was always trying to make me look bad, and this was just another way for him to do it. I couldn’t believe he se
Raleigh's POV*Flashback*I left the office feeling strange. My head was spinning, and I couldn’t shake off the weird kiss I had with Logan. It was like my mind and heart were fighting. I didn't want to think about it too much, but I couldn’t help it. What did it mean? Did he like me? Did I like him? I wasn't sure.As I walked home, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw a message from Mikel, I opened the message and my heart sank. It was a picture of me and Logan kissing!When I got home, I found Mo sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She looked up and smiled. “Hey, how was work?”“Not great,” I said, trying to sound normal, but I could feel my voice shake. I sat down next to her. “Mikel sent me a picture. A really bad one.”Mo frowned. “What kind of picture?”I took a dee
Raleigh’s POVI stood in front of Mr. Dunner’s office, my stomach twisting into tight knots. I felt scared, more scared than I’d been in a long time. I wiped my sweaty hands on my skirt and took a deep breath. This was it. This was where I’d find out if I was getting fired. I just knew it had to be about the kiss with Logan. How could it not be?The picture of me and Logan kissing. Mikel had sent it, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. What if Mr. Dunner had seen it? What if everyone in the office had seen it? My heart was racing just thinking about all the horrible things they might be saying about me. Would they think I was using Logan to get ahead? I wasn’t, but people love to make up stories.I knocked softly on the door, hoping maybe he wouldn’t hear it. But of course, he did."Come in," Mr. Dunner’s voice called from the other side.I pushed the door open slowly, feeling like my feet were too
Raleigh’s POVMy hands were trembling as I left Mr. Dunner’s office. I kept trying to calm myself down, but my mind was racing. He hadn’t mentioned the picture, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. Did he know? Was he waiting for the right moment to bring it up? I felt like a balloon, ready to pop from all the pressure building up inside me.I walked back to my desk, but I couldn’t focus. My thoughts kept jumping back to Mikel. He was the one who had the picture. If Mr. Dunner didn’t know about it yet, maybe Mikel was saving it as a weapon, waiting for the right moment to strike. I glanced across the office at his desk. He was there, looking as smug as ever, typing away on his computer like nothing was wrong.I had to talk to him again. I needed to know what he was planning. If he’d already shown the picture to someone else, I’d be in big trouble. And if he hadn’t yet, I h
Logan’s POVI was sitting at my desk, going over some papers for the new tech launch. It had been a long day, but I wasn’t even close to being done. My head was buried in work when the door to my office swung open without a knock. I didn’t even have to look up to know who it was.“Francesca,” I muttered under my breath.She strolled in like she owned the place, her heels clicking sharply on the floor. I couldn’t believe she was here again. I’d told her a thousand times that I didn’t want to see her anymore, but she never listened.“What are you doing here?” I asked, not bothering to hide my irritation. “I thought I made myself clear.”Francesca didn’t answer right away. Instead, she walked up to my desk and threw something down in front of me. I looked at the paper. It was a picture.A picture of me and Raleigh kissing.My heart stopped for a second. How did
Logan’s POVI sat at my desk, staring at the papers in front of me. My mind was full of thoughts about the kiss with Raleigh. It was a surprise and felt good, but now I was confused. To crown it all, Francesca has threatened to expose that and only God knows what that will do to my business…Geez, things are becoming harder than I expected…How the hell do I handle this now?Suddenly, the door burst open. I looked up, and there was Raleigh, looking furious. Her hair was messy, and her eyes were wide with anger. I felt my heart race. I didn’t know what she was going to say.“What do you want?” I asked, trying to sound cool, but my voice came out a bit shaky.“You!” she shouted. “You’re the reason my life is a mess right now!”I felt my cheeks heat up. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice quieter now. “It was just a kiss.”&
Raleigh’s POVI sat across from Logan in his office, my notebook on my lap, pen in hand. This was supposed to be an interview, but it didn’t feel like one. We were both trying to act professional, but there was still a lot of tension between us. I didn’t like him, and I knew he didn’t like me either. But I needed to finish this interview if I wanted to get my job back.I cleared my throat and looked at my list of questions. I didn’t even want to be here. After everything that had happened—the kiss, my entire job being in the hands of Mikel… But I had no choice.“So,” I started, trying to keep my voice steady, “tell me about your company. How did you start it?”Logan leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn’t look too happy to be answering my questions, but he sighed and began to speak. “I started the company about six years ago. It began
Logan’s POVI sat at my desk, staring at the papers scattered in front of me. My mind was filled with numbers and plans for my next project. I knew I had to face Raleigh sooner or later.I heard a soft knock on the door. I looked up and saw her standing there, looking unsure.“Can I come in?” she asked, her voice shaky.“Yeah, sure,” I replied, trying to sound calm. “I need to talk to you about your article.”Raleigh stepped inside and closed the door. The air felt thick with tension. I didn’t want to deal with this, but I had to. I picked up some papers, pretending to be busy.“I have some questions about your business,” she said, pulling out her notepad. I noticed her hands were trembling a bit.“Okay,” I replied, leaning back in my chair. “Go ahead.”Raleigh began asking questions about my company. “What are your future pl
Logan's POVThe train station was quiet, almost too quiet. I sat on a cold bench, staring at the empty platform. My head felt heavy, like I was carrying a weight I couldn’t drop. Leigh kept filling my thoughts. Her voice, her face, the way she looked at me when she was mad—it was all stuck in my mind.Why did she leave?I didn’t even know where she went. I didn’t know how to fix this. And the worst part? I wasn’t sure if I deserved to.I called Mason earlier, and told him to meet me here. He showed up ten minutes later, looking annoyed like always. His hands were shoved in his pockets, and his coat was zipped all the way up to his neck.“You really got me to leave my warm apartment for this?” he grumbled, sitting next to me on the bench.I didn’t answer right away. My thoughts were messy, too messy
Leigh POVThe train slowed down, making a loud screech as it stopped at the small, almost-empty station. I stepped off with my small suitcase, looking around at the unfamiliar town. The air smelled fresher here, almost like rain even though the sky was clear. The platform was quiet except for a few people walking past me, their steps quick and purposeful.I didn’t know where to go next. I just knew I needed to be away. Away from Logan. Away from Mo. Away from the city where everything felt heavy.I pulled out my phone, checking for directions to the address of the place I had rented. It was a small room I found online the night before I left. The pictures didn’t look great, but it was all I could afford for now.As I walked down the narrow streets, I noticed how different this place was from the city. No tall buildings. No honking cars. Just little houses with
Leigh’s POVThe train shook as it moved fast, and I sat by the window, holding my bag close. Outside, trees and houses flew past so quickly, like they were running away. I wished I could run away that fast too. The glass window was cold, and I leaned my head on it, hoping it would calm my heart.I couldn’t stay in that city anymore. It was too much. Mo shouting at Logan, Logan trying to talk to me, the looks people gave me because of that stupid photo. I hated it all.My phone beeped. I looked at the screen. It was Mo.Mo: “Leigh, pls don’t do this. Don’t run away like this.”I sighed and turned the screen off. What did she know? Mo always thought she was right, but she didn’t understand. She didn’t feel the pain I was feeling.It wasn’t just about her. It wasn’t just abou
Leigh’s POVThe train station was crowded, but it felt like I was the only person there. People rushed past me, dragging suitcases and clutching tickets, their voices blending into an indistinct hum. My feet felt heavy as I walked toward the platform, one step at a time, like each step carried the weight of everything I was leaving behind.I held my ticket tightly in my hand. The edges were crumpled from how long I had been clutching it. I didn’t even look at it again—I already knew where I was going, though I wasn’t sure why. Anywhere but here. That was the only thing that made sense in my head.As I sat on the bench, waiting for the train, the smell of hot coffee and engine grease filled the air. The announcements over the speaker barely registered in my mind. My head was too loud, full of thoughts I didn’t want to think about.I closed my eyes and took a
Logan’s POVMason leaned against the edge of my desk, his usual smirk replaced by something more serious. His arms were crossed, and he tilted his head like he was trying to read my mind. I hated when he did that.“You’ve been pacing for the last five minutes, Logan,” he said finally. “Care to explain, or should I guess?”I stopped walking, my shoes making a soft scuff against the polished floor. I turned to face him but couldn’t hold his gaze for long. “It’s... nothing,” I said, though even I didn't even believe it.Mason raised an eyebrow. “Right. Because ‘nothing’ always puts that look on your face.”I sighed and leaned against the wall, folding my arms. “It’s complicated.”“It’s always complicated with you,” Mason shot back, his smirk re
Leigh's POVThe suitcase sat open on the bed, half-filled with clothes and memories I didn’t want to take with me. The room felt cold and unfamiliar, as though it already knew I was leaving.***I have always been careful. Careful of the choices I made, careful of my life, and most of all my heart. But last night, I didn't know what came over me, because this feeling of recklessness was what I felt. Something I hadn't felt in years.The bass thumped through my veins, the drink left this cold burn on my hand, and across the crowded room, my eyes locked with his. I should have looked away. Better still, I should have walked away, but something was in the intensity of his gaze that pinned me down.I had no idea who this man was, and I cared less. He was too hot, his face glittering, his ocean blue eyes staring deep into mine, with his thick brown hair that fell to
Leigh’s POVThe cool night air hit my face as Mo and I walked out of the building. My heels clicked against the pavement, but her voice was the loudest thing around. She was practically seething, her words sharp and fast, like arrows aimed directly at me.“Leigh, what the hell was that?” Mo snapped, grabbing my arm to stop me. “You just stood there, watching. Watching me, watching him, watching everyone like a bystander in your own life.”I pulled my arm free, my teeth clenching. “You don’t get to do this, Moe. Not tonight.”“Oh, I get to do this,” she shot back, stepping closer. “You know why? Because someone has to say it. Someone has to remind you of who you are—or used to be, at least. You’ve been so... so passive.”I didn’t respond right away. My chest felt heavy, like someone had tied
Logan's POVThe glass felt cool in my palm as I held the untouched drink, the low hum of voices in the room barely registering. My eyes darted toward the entrance, as if Leigh might reappear, though I knew she wouldn’t. My fingers tightened around the glass, the faint buzz of conversations around me almost unbearable.I glanced toward the growing crowd, watching as the ripples of attention from Mo’s outburst slowly faded. Yet the whispers didn’t.“Who is she?”“Did you see what she said to him?”“Logan Hunt in a public spat? Never thought I’d see it.”The murmurs hung in the air like smoke, suffocating and impossible to ignore. I didn’t need to look to know they were about me. The curious, judgment
Leigh’s POVI stood there, frozen, my back pressed against the cool wall, my hands gripping the hem of my dress. The noise of the crowd felt muffled, distant, like I was underwater. My eyes stayed fixed on Mo and Logan.Mo’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and hot, like the hiss of steam from a boiling kettle. “You think you’re so untouchable, don’t you? So high and mighty with all your money and power.” Her finger jabbed the air between them, her whole body practically shaking with anger.Logan stood his ground, his face calm but his eyes sharp. He tilted his head slightly, the faintest twitch in his jaw. “Mo, you’re overreacting.”“Overreacting?” she echoed, her voice rising even louder. People started to glance their way, but she didn’t care. “Do you even hear yourself, Logan? Overreacting? Leigh lost h