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The sunlight streaming through the windows of Logan’s penthouse was my first clue that I had overslept. The ache in my body and the soft smile tugging at my lips told the rest of the story. Last night had been… well, Logan. Intense, passionate, and overwhelming in all the best ways. I stretched lazily, wincing slightly at the soreness, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I glanced over at his side of the bed, empty and cool to the touch. A note rested on his pillow, and I picked it up with a grin. "Had to leave early for a meeting. Don’t overwork yourself today. Miss you already."I rolled my eyes fondly, folding the note and tucking it into my nightstand. “Workaholic,” I murmured, amused. But who was I to talk? A quick shower and a strong cup of coffee later, I felt somewhat alive again. I chose a black blazer and matching pencil skirt, paired with sleek heels, the kind of outfit that screamed authority. Adjusting the cuffs of my blouse, I admired my reflection in the mirror.
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The evening had settled into a comforting quiet. I had just finished tidying up a few papers in Logan's study when I stumbled upon a small photograph tucked away in the corner of a cabinet. It was old and slightly worn, the kind of photo someone would keep if it had sentimental value. Curious, I held it up to the light. The woman in the picture was beautiful, her smile bright and confident. Something about her posture, the way she leaned into the frame, hinted at a closeness to Logan that I couldn’t quite place. My stomach twisted slightly, though I told myself not to overthink it. I walked into the living room where Logan was lounging on the couch, scrolling lazily through his phone. He looked so relaxed, the top two buttons of his shirt undone and his hair slightly tousled, that I almost didn’t want to interrupt him. But the photo burned in my hand like a question demanding an answer. “Logan,” I began, my tone deliberately casual, “who is this?” He looked up at me, his brow
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The moment I stepped out of the conference room, I was greeted by a buzz of activity. The board members shuffled past me, murmuring their post-meeting thoughts, while a few employees loitered near the reception area, their expressions caught somewhere between curiosity and outright fascination. I didn’t think much of it until my eyes landed on Logan, casually seated in the waiting area outside my office.Logan Pierce, my ridiculously handsome boyfriend, was sitting there with a bouquet of red roses so stunning it looked like it belonged on the cover of a floral magazine. To top it off, he held a sleek box of chocolates balanced on his lap. His presence alone was enough to command attention, but the added romantic gestures? It was as though Cupid had walked into the building.I paused mid-step, raising an eyebrow at the unexpected sight. Logan looked up from his phone, a knowing smirk spreading across his face as our eyes met. That smirk. It always made my pulse quicken, no matter how
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The drive to the airport felt like a blur, a mixture of heavy silence and fleeting glances. Logan’s hand was a constant presence on mine, his thumb tracing lazy circles across my knuckles as if trying to reassure both of us. It was comforting, but at the same time, it made the inevitable goodbye feel even more real. Neither of us spoke much. Words weren’t necessary—we’d already had the conversation. I understood why he had to leave, and he understood how much I’d miss him. Still, the air was thick with unspoken emotions, lingering like a shadow we couldn’t shake. When we pulled up to the terminal, Logan parked the car and let out a deep sigh, his expression torn. He turned to me, his eyes softer than usual. “You’re sure you’re okay with this?” I nodded, offering what I hoped was a reassuring smile. “Logan, it’s your business. It’s important. I get it.” I reached over to touch his cheek, my thumb brushing against the faint stubble on his jaw. “I’m not upset. Really. I’m proud of
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The second my phone buzzed, I knew it was him. Seeing Logan’s name on the screen sent a mix of relief and warmth through me. It had been nearly sixteen hours since I last heard from him, and while I understood his situation, the distance still weighed on me. “Hey,” I answered, my voice soft, my pen pausing mid-signature on a contract. “Hi, sweetheart,” Logan’s deep voice greeted me, sounding warm but undeniably tired. “I just got to the hotel. It took forever to get through customs, but I’m finally here.” I leaned back in my chair, concern immediately taking over. “Sixteen hours on a flight, Logan? And you’re already calling me? You need to rest.” He chuckled lightly, a sound that always made my chest tighten in the best way. “I will, I promise. I just wanted to hear your voice first. I’ve got a few hours before I have to head to the company.” I frowned, my tone shifting to one of playful sternness. “Logan Pierce, if you overwork yourself, I swear I will fly over there and d
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The sunlight streamed through the large windows of Logan’s penthouse as I stepped inside, clutching a to-do list in one hand and my phone in the other. The familiar scent of his cologne lingered in the air, wrapping me in a sense of comfort. I had spent countless days here, and it always felt like a second home. Today, however, it felt different—transitional. This wasn’t just about packing; it was about closing a chapter. Our new house was waiting, full of potential and excitement, but first, we needed to decide what to bring with us and what to leave behind. After dropping my bag on the kitchen counter, I called Diane to confirm our plans. “Diane, can you and Marla coordinate with someone to handle the larger furniture pieces? Logan mentioned we could donate most of it, and I think it’ll be a meaningful gesture.” “Of course, Aliyah,” Diane replied promptly. “I’ll have Marla reach out to a few organizations. Do you need help packing today?” “I do, actually,” I admitted. “Logan
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The penthouse was unnervingly quiet when I walked in, carrying a small suitcase and a determined mindset. Most of Logan’s things were already packed and sent to our new home, but there were still a few stragglers left behind. The once bustling, luxurious space now felt hollow, a mere shell of what it had been. But I wasn’t here for nostalgia. Sure, this place held memories—our first late-night movie marathon on the couch, the impromptu dance in the kitchen after a stressful day, and countless mornings where Logan brewed coffee while I teased him about his bedhead. But that was all they were—memories. Our future awaited us elsewhere. I set my bag down and walked toward Logan’s closet, mentally ticking off the things I still needed to pack. Just as I was about to get started, a knock at the door broke the silence. My brow furrowed. Diane and Marla weren’t supposed to be here today, and Logan hadn’t mentioned anyone coming over. Curious, I made my way to the door and opened it, onl
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As Aliyah stepped through the front door of their new house, she felt an almost overwhelming sense of calm. The faint scent of fresh paint mixed with the clean, crisp air that flowed through the wide-open windows. She stood there for a moment, taking it all in. This house wasn’t just another place to live—it was a tangible representation of a new chapter in her life, one she was building with Logan. The living room stretched before her, a picture of warmth and simplicity. The minimalist aesthetic she had envisioned came to life in every detail. The walls were painted a soft, creamy white, complementing the hardwood floors that gleamed under the sunlight streaming through the large windows. A cozy, overstuffed couch sat against one wall, its soft beige fabric accented with muted throw pillows in earthy tones. A simple but elegant coffee table sat in front of it, topped with a small vase of fresh flowers she’d had delivered earlier that day. Aliyah ran her fingers across the smooth
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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.
Your Lips to Mine #1: The Billionaire's Sassy Girl My Sassy 79 [ S P G ]
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
Your Lips to Mine #1: The Billionaire's Sassy Girl My Sassy 78 [ S P G ]
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
