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The moment we stepped out of the agency office, Logan's hand slid possessively to the small of my back, guiding me toward the car. It was a simple gesture, but it made me feel grounded, tethered to him in a way that was uniquely ours. The warmth of his palm burned through the thin fabric of my blouse, sending shivers down my spine despite the afternoon sun. “You really enjoyed watching me take over in there, didn’t you?” I asked as we walked, my tone teasing but with a hint of challenge. Logan’s smirk was devastating, his confidence oozing with every step. “Guilty. Watching you command a room is a whole experience. You were incredible, Aliyah. Didn’t even give Henderson a chance to breathe.” I snorted softly. “He deserved it, though. Did you see how he fawned over you at first? Like I wasn’t even in the room.” Logan chuckled, his rich baritone vibrating through me. “It’s not my fault people have a hard time ignoring me.” He winked, and I rolled my eyes. “You’re insufferable,
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The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting soft, golden light across Logan’s study as he stared at his phone. The name on the screen made his brows knit together in mild surprise: Aliyah’s father. He hesitated for a brief moment, knowing the call wasn’t likely about pleasantries. Taking a steadying breath, he tapped the answer button and greeted him. “Good morning, sir,” Logan said with his usual calm and polite tone. “This is unexpected. Is everything all right?” “Good morning, Logan,” Aliyah’s father replied, his deep voice carrying a mix of cordiality and weight. “Everything is fine. I just thought it was time you and I had a private conversation. About Aliyah.” Logan straightened in his chair, the mention of her name immediately sharpening his focus. “Of course. I’m listening.” On the other end of the line, there was a pause, the kind that felt deliberate, as if Aliyah’s father was choosing his words carefully. Finally, he spoke. “I’ve been observing you two,”
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The room felt suffocating. I stood outside the boardroom door, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. My hands lightly brushed over the front of my blazer, more for reassurance than adjustment. It was my armor today, and I needed every ounce of confidence to face the skepticism waiting for me on the other side. Stepping inside, the murmurs died almost immediately, replaced by a heavy, judging silence. Every eye turned to me, scanning, evaluating. Some of these men and women had worked alongside my father for decades, and I could feel their thoughts like a weight in the air. *She’s too young. Too inexperienced. Just a placeholder.* But they didn’t know me. Not yet. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Uncle Harris, my father’s secretary and a constant in my life since childhood. He stood near the back, his expression calm but filled with something I could only describe as pride. He’d always been like a second father to me—steady, reliable, and quietly supportive. H
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The morning the magazine hit the stands, my inbox overflowed with notifications. Friends, colleagues, and even people I hadn’t spoken to in years were tagging me in posts, sharing the cover, and flooding my messages with congratulations. My name, my face, and my words were plastered across social media. It was both exhilarating and slightly surreal. Logan had already seen it by the time I wandered into the kitchen. He stood by the counter, his phone in one hand and my coffee cup in the other, his lips curling into that infuriatingly charming smirk. “Good morning, Miss Whitmore,” he said, handing me the coffee. “Or should I say, *the* Aliyah Whitmore, the woman who’s taken the world by storm?” I rolled my eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. “You’re insufferable,” I muttered, taking the cup. “And yet, you’re still here,” he quipped, leaning against the counter. “Barely,” I shot back, though the warmth in my voice betrayed the truth. ---As I sipped my coffee
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The following morning, I sat at my desk with a steaming cup of coffee, scrolling through my emails. Most of them were the usual—business updates, meeting reminders, and promotional nonsense I couldn’t care less about. But then, one subject line stopped me cold: **“Feature Opportunity: Women in Power Series – An Exclusive with Aliyah Whitmore.”** I clicked it open, my brows furrowing as I read. It was from one of the top women’s magazines in the country. They wanted to feature me in their upcoming issue, a series dedicated to women breaking barriers in male-dominated industries. The email was warm and effusive, calling me a *trailblazer* and a *role model* for young women. They wanted to dive into my leadership style, my recent work, and even the rumors swirling about my confrontation with the board of directors. I leaned back in my chair, tapping my fingers against the desk as I reread the email. Me? A role model? It was flattering, sure, but also... intimidating. My thought
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"You look stunning," Logan murmured, his voice a low, sultry whisper that sent a shiver down her spine.She turned to face him, her breath hitching as their gazes locked. HisThe suit fits him perfectly, highlighting his robust physique, His deep eyes sparkled with the light of desire. She slowly approached him, each step filled with teasing and allure."Thank you," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I think we both know this isn't just about appearances."Logan's lips curled into a smirk as he reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek. "No, it's not," he agreed, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her body. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "But right now, all I can think about is how much I want you."Aliyah's heart raced as she felt his hand slide down her back, tracing the curve of her spine until it settled on her waist. She tilted her head up, meeting his gaze with a mixture of desire and determination. "Then what are you waitin
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Aliyah was signing a stack of documents when Diane entered her office again, looking flustered. Aliyah glanced up, her sharp, inquisitive gaze catching the slight hesitation in Diane's step. "What is it this time, Diane?" Aliyah asked, her tone calm but tinged with curiosity. Diane took a deep breath before replying, "It’s… Nathaniel again. He’s downstairs causing a scene, demanding to see you. Says it’s urgent." Aliyah's pen paused mid-signature, and she leaned back in her chair, raising a single, perfectly arched eyebrow. "Nathaniel?" she repeated, the name rolling off her tongue with equal parts amusement and disdain. Diane nodded. "Yes, ma’am. He’s refusing to leave until you speak to him." Aliyah let out a soft chuckle, her lips curving into a sly smile. "Well, I suppose the poor man didn’t get the message the first time." She stood gracefully, smoothing down her tailored suit. "Let’s not keep him waiting, shall we? Bring him up." Diane hesitated. "Are you sure, Ms. W
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The evening air had turned crisp as I entered Logan’s penthouse, the warmth and familiarity of the place immediately wrapping around me like a soft blanket. I could always count on this space to feel like home, with its quiet luxury and the soft, soothing scent of sandalwood that lingered in the air. It was Logan’s signature smell, one that had become almost a comfort to me, even after all the chaos of the day.As the door closed softly behind me, I saw him on the couch, casually lounging in a white shirt and joggers—looking every bit the billionaire who could make anything look effortless. When he glanced up and noticed me, the corners of his lips twitched upward into a smile.“Look who finally shows up,” he teased, his voice low and warm. “I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me.” I rolled my eyes playfully, walking over and setting my bag down on the armchair nearby. “As if I could forget about you,” I said, arching an eyebrow in mock offense.Logan chuckled, his eyes so
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Special Chapter: A Day at the Mall It was a typical Saturday afternoon, and Logan, Ethan, and I were out for a little family time at the mall. We’d just finished a fun round of window shopping and were now heading toward the food court to grab a bite. Ethan, of course, was more interested in the giant stuffed animals at the toy store, tugging at Logan’s hand as he pointed toward a huge bear. “Daddy, look! Bear!” Ethan exclaimed, his little voice full of excitement. Logan grinned and ruffled his son’s hair, nodding along. “I see it, buddy. We’ll check it out after lunch,” Logan said with a chuckle. As we strolled down the crowded walkway, a woman, tall, with platinum blonde hair and a tight-fitting dress, caught sight of Logan and smiled. She was clearly giving him the once-over, her eyes lingering a little too long. I raised an eyebrow, already sensing the energy shift around us. Ethan, oblivious to the woman’s intentions, tugged harder at Logan’s hand. But I couldn’t help but n
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It was a quiet Sunday morning when I woke up to the sound of soft laughter and the rustling of blankets. My eyes fluttered open to see Logan, sitting by the edge of the bed, his hand gently brushing through our son Ethan’s hair. Ethan, barely three years old, was squirming around in the bed, his little feet kicking and giggling as Logan tried to wrangle him into a proper sitting position. “Come on, buddy,” Logan chuckled, his deep voice full of warmth. “You’ve got to let Mama sleep a little longer.” Ethan’s small, chubby fingers gripped the blankets, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he looked up at his dad. “No, Daddy! I want Mama!” he declared, a pout forming on his face. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Ethan was already a little ball of personality, full of energy and opinions. He had Logan’s eyes—bright, bold, and full of curiosity—and my smile, which he flashed every time he did something mischievous. I stretched, letting out a soft yawn before rolling over to face
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One month after Logan proposed to me, we had both found our rhythm. We were deeply in love, and though the months had passed quickly, everything between us felt as though it was meant to be. Logan was exactly the kind of man I had always dreamed of, and now we had a future together—a future that started with that beautiful, unforgettable proposal by the lake.The months leading up to our wedding were a whirlwind of planning, excitement, and of course, some typical stress. Logan, surprisingly, took an active part in planning. I had always expected him to be the type to let me handle everything, but no. He was there, involved in every decision—from choosing the venue to selecting the color of the napkins. Every little detail mattered to him because, to him, it was all about making our day perfect.And finally, a year later, the day arrived—the day I had waited for all my life. Our wedding.The morning of our wedding, I was a bundle of nerves. I couldn’t believe it was finally happening.
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The kitchen was quiet now, save for the soft clink of plates being stacked and the occasional hum of the refrigerator. We had just finished breakfast, the warm aroma of pancakes and coffee still lingering in the air. I glanced at Logan, who had pushed his empty plate away, his eyes already shifting toward the clock. It was time for him to get ready for work. I felt a dull ache in my body, a reminder of the night before. But it didn’t stop me from feeling a warmth in my chest as I cleared the table. Logan and I shared a soft smile, the kind of smile that said everything without needing words. There was something so simple and comforting about mornings like this—just the two of us, taking things slow, enjoying each other’s presence before the world outside pulled us in different directions. Logan stood up, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn. “I’m gonna get ready,” he said, his voice still thick with sleep. “Don’t overdo it, okay?” I smiled at him, shaking my head. “I’l
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I woke to the soft light of the morning creeping through the edges of the curtains. For a moment, everything felt hazy—the kind of foggy morning when you know you’ve had a good night but still feel the remnants of it in your body. The soreness hit me first. It wasn’t painful, more like a gentle ache, a reminder of last night. My skin was warm with the lingering sensation of Logan's touch, and as my hand brushed against the sheets, I could feel the marks he left behind—his hands, his lips, his warmth. It was funny, in a way. I should’ve been groaning and rolling back over to go to sleep, but instead, I felt a sense of contentment that I hadn’t realized I needed until now. The room was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the fridge in the kitchen. Logan’s soft breathing filled the space beside me, and I glanced over at him, still sound asleep, his tousled hair falling over his forehead, the covers tangled around his body. He looked peaceful—completely at ease, and it made my heart swell.
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The dinner had been a tense affair, with Aliyah's father dominating the conversation, his deep voice filling the cozy dining room. Logan, sitting across from his girlfriend, Aliyah, felt a simmering impatience as he politely engaged in small talk with her father. He longed for the moment they would be alone, away from the scrutinizing eyes of her parent. Aliyah, with her dark, sultry eyes and full lips, seemed to sense his restlessness, a mischievous smile playing on her face throughout the meal. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Aliyah's father stood, his tall frame towering over the table. "Well, I should be heading off. You two enjoy the rest of your evening." He gave a warm smile, seemingly oblivious to the electric tension crackling between the young couple. As soon as the front door clicked shut, Logan was in motion. He rounded the table in a swift stride, his eyes locked on Aliyah. Her heart raced as she watched him approach, knowing what was to come. With a swift,
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The sun filtered through the hospital blinds, painting the walls with soft streaks of gold. It was my discharge day, and I couldn’t be happier. After days of recovering in the sterile environment of the hospital, I was ready to feel the fresh air on my face and return to normal life. Logan had been by my side throughout, his steady presence a source of comfort, and my father had dropped by regularly, bringing a mix of concern and teasing to keep me grounded. I was halfway through packing my belongings when the door opened, and in strolled my father, Oliver Whitmore, with his usual air of authority. His sharp suit, as always, was impeccable, but the warmth in his eyes softened his otherwise commanding demeanor. He stopped near the bed and gave me a once-over. “Well, look at you, Miss Whitmore,” he began with a mock-serious tone. “Out of bed, moving around, looking like you’re ready to conquer the world again.” I smirked as I folded the last of my things. “It’s about time, don’t y
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It had been a few days since I’d gotten out of the hospital, and I was slowly regaining my energy. The fog in my head was clearing, and for the first time in a while, I felt like myself again. The tension that had been hanging in the air between me and Logan had faded, and I could sense a familiar comfort returning between us. Logan had barely left my side since the incident. He was always there—whether it was bringing me food, keeping me company, or making sure I had everything I needed. I could tell he was worried, but he never said a word. His presence alone was enough to make me feel safe. That evening, a few of my friends stopped by to check on me. Perlas, Iris, and even Ben made an appearance, bringing laughter and warmth to the room. We spent hours talking, reminiscing about old memories, and catching up. But through it all, I couldn’t help but notice Logan sitting quietly beside me, his eyes always on me, making sure I was okay. At one point, I caught him staring at me for
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The soft rustling of the hospital room faded as I sat up in bed, slowly peeling back the covers. I hadn’t realized how much the weight of everything had been hanging on me until now—how long it had been since I felt like I could finally breathe easy. As I was idly stirring my breakfast, lost in thought, the door creaked open. My head snapped up, expecting to see one of the nurses, but instead, I was met with the familiar sight of my father. I blinked, not sure if I was imagining things. My heart leapt in my chest at the sight of him. It was a rare thing to see him drop the composed act, and yet, there he was, standing in the doorway, his face a strange mix of concern and relief. “Dad?” I said, my voice catching in my throat. For a moment, neither of us spoke. He just stood there, looking at me with those tired eyes of his, his lips parted like he was trying to find the right words. It hit me then—how much he must’ve been worrying, how much he must’ve felt helpless, and the realizat
