Leigh's POV
The 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.
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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
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 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
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 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
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
Raleigh pov“The blue shirt or the pink.” I held my two options out side by side for my cousin to inspect them. After all, she was the one who worked for a huge fashion brand. As a secretary though, but whatever. A fashion brand was a fashion brand.“The blue shirt says you’re begging for this promotion and the pink says you wish you could get it.” Imogen looked up from her coffee to reply. “So neither?” “Neither. Wear that cute zebra print blouse and the wide legged black pants.”She made a chef’s kiss motion. “You’d look like a boss bitch that knows that promotion is hers.” I gave her a look. “I don’t want to come off as too cocksure.” She rolled her eyes at me, swinging her legs down from the barstool.“You’ve busted your ass for that promotion, it’s yours, you deserve it, and everybody knows that.” She raised one shoulder in a shrug. “There’s nothing cocksure about that.” I took a deep breath. “You’re right. I’m gonna go get dressed. "Oh my God."I can’t believe I’m about to becom
Raleigh pov“Congratulations!” Mo screamed, confetti rained in the air as I stepped into our apartment minutes past five pm on the day that should have been the best day of my life but turned out to be a complete shit show. All thanks to Mikel Summers. She must have registered the look on my face because her smile immediately died off. “Oh no, you didn’t get it. You know what, fuck that job, fuck Mr. Dunner, how could they not see how hard you’ve worked. You should totally sue them. That’d teach them to be unjust assholes.” She growled.I laughed at her fearsome expression. She really was my biggest champion. “Whoa, whoa, put your brakes on. Yes, I didn’t get the promotion, but it has nothing to do with justice.” “You had better not be about to defend whatever made them pass you by.” “I’m not.Can you just let me talk?” I asked in exasperation. “Well, we’re not letting my effort go to waste, that’s for sure.” She said, “Let’s gorge on chocolate cake while you tell me.” “Have I told yo
Raleigh pov It was my third official day working for Sprocks and I was elated. So far, everything had been perfect and if it continued like this, I was going to win this thing by a landmine. Mikel Summers who? Everyone was so nice, the environment was relaxed and productive.The himbo boss wasn't slacking off, he actually showed up to work on time and put on inappropriate outfits regardless. In fact, I seemed to be the odd one at the office. The outfits ranged from loosely formal to completely relaxed, I guessed everybody was taking a book off Mason’s page. It was sweltering and no amount of AC was chasing away the melting heat. In lieu of that, I had decided to fit in better and combat the heat by showing up to work in more casual clothes. Mo had told me it was a good idea and helped me pick out the peach floral playsuit which I paired with brown sandal heels.I looked beautiful and best of all, I now fit the laid back vibes of the office. I walked in with a box of Mo made chocolate
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