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Your Lips to Mine #1: The Billionaire's Sassy Girl My Sassy 1
I stood in front of my mirror, adjusting the sleek black dress that I’d picked out after trying on at least six others. It wasn't really my thing to attend this kind of grand party. After all, I am not the type of person who likes this luxurious event. I would rather lay on my bed, wearing sweatshirts, and watch a movie. I sigh. Tonight’s charity gala wasn’t something I was looking forward to, but it came with the territory of my job. Why does she have to get sick at this time? Why? I wanted to smack my friend's head for getting sick at times like this, but what would it do? I sighed, smoothing a stray lock of auburn hair behind my ear. These events always felt like a chore—a room full of people pretending to care about each other while secretly calculating how they could get ahead. I really hate this. Just now I feel so tired; I haven't been to that party yet. “Alright, Aliyah, let’s get this over with,” I muttered to myself as I grabbed my clutch and headed out the door. T
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The next morning, I woke up with a slight headache—a reminder that I’d had one too many glasses of champagne at the gala. I groaned, rolling over in bed and burying my face in the pillow. I really regret going to the gala. Even though that wasn't in my plan, now it won't happen again. That's right; I won't let it happen again. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and I reached for it with one eye open. I frowned because, in the morning, people were going to crash into my sleep. Won't they give me a break? I just got back from last night's gala, and I'm exhausted. It was a message from Marianne, filled with emojis and exclamation points, talking about how amazing the night had been and how Logan Pierce had actually talked to me. Isn't this woman losing energy? She was like this last night. He insists that I am lucky that one Logan Peirce spoke to me. Why am I lucky? Maybe Logan is even luckier. I almost rolled my eyes at what I was thinking earlier. It has been confirmed that Mari
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The following week passed in a blur of meetings, deadlines, and the usual grind of work. I purposely did a lot to get Logan out of my mind. It's hard for me to get this person out of my mind. I tried to put Logan Pierce out of my mind, focusing on the work I was running. But no matter how hard I worked or how late I stayed at the office, he kept creeping back into my thoughts. Why can't I get Logan out of my mind? What is wrong with that man? His offer to collaborate lingered, tempting me even as I tried to convince myself that getting involved with someone like him was a bad idea. But sometimes things are really scary. Logan is not an ordinary person. He's a powerful man and it's really scary to fight him but I don't intend to be afraid of him either. It just makes me think. By Friday, I was running on caffeine and willpower alone. The office was mostly empty, with only a few stragglers finishing up their work before the weekend. I'm not used to leaving early. Not because of the a
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The Monday morning air was thick with anticipation. I arrived at the office early, hoping to get a jump start on the week and focus entirely on the project at hand. I wanted to star m day as busy as I could since I have a lot of things I really needed to finish things up in my plate. However, I got distracted when my phone vibrated. Well, I usually have it as loud as I could but since I am in my work, I make it in silent mode. Of course, Logan Pierce lingered at the edges of my thoughts like an uninvited guest. I really have this something that I couldn't shrug. Why would this man wouldn't stop contacting him. Yes, I felt something too but somehow, this man, he's too persistent. Our night at the bar had blurred the lines between work and whatever was beginning to simmer beneath the surface. Well, it wasn't a big deal but it was also kind off not easy to be involved. It left me unsettled, off-balance, and I hated feeling that way. I liked control. I needed it. But with Logan, contro
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I was buried in emails when a soft knock sounded on my office door. I looked up to see Logan leaning against the frame, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Busy?” he asked. “Always,” I replied, not breaking stride on my keyboard. “What’s up?” He stepped inside, looking oddly formal, even a little nervous, which caught my attention. Logan Pierce wasn’t one to fumble over words. He waited until I looked up, raising a brow, before he said, “I wanted to ask if you’d join me as my date for a fundraiser event tomorrow night.” His words hung in the air, and I blinked in surprise. “Date?” I repeated, as if testing the weight of the word. “Yeah,” he said, smiling. “It’s a charity event at the Met. Black tie, very much a who’s-who situation. I thought you’d make a better impression than anyone else I could bring.” He gave me a slight smirk, though I could tell he was waiting for my answer. I leaned back, crossing my arms. “And you think it’s a good idea to bring a colleague as your da
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Logan was clearly the star of the night. Investors and executives gravitated towards him, eager to exchange a few words, their hands reaching out to shake his. I stood beside him, listening to the business banter with polite interest, occasionally chiming in when Logan glanced my way. I was nursing a glass of champagne, my mind half in the conversation when I noticed a woman with striking red lipstick and a determined stride make her way toward us. She was beautiful, dressed in a slinky black gown that left little to the imagination, and the moment her eyes landed on Logan, I knew what was coming. “Logan,” she purred, sliding her arm around his like they were old friends, completely ignoring me. “It’s been far too long.” Her smile was suggestive, her gaze lingering on him in a way that left little doubt about her intentions. Logan looked a bit taken aback, but before he could respond, I decided to save him the trouble. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, stepping forward with a dazzling
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Aliyah knocked on Logan’s hotel room door, her heart pounding with worry. After the chaos at the event, she'd insisted on accompanying him back to his room, wanting to make sure he was alright after being drugged. Logan opened the door, looking slightly better but still affected, his gaze hazy yet intense. She helped him inside, guiding him toward the couch. But as she leaned in, she felt his body shift closer, his arm brushing against her back as he steadied himself. Then she felt it—a tension between them that was impossible to ignore. Logan’s gaze drifted down, his face inches from hers, his breathing slow and deliberate. “Aliyah,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Stay. Please.” Her body responded before her mind had the chance to reason it out. She could feel a warmth blooming within her, mirroring his intensity. She wanted to pull away, to tell him it wasn’t right, but something in her hesitated. Maybe it was the way he looked at her, raw and vulnerable, or maybe
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Aliyah stirred, blinking as sunlight crept through the curtains, pulling her from sleep. Her head was nestled in the soft hotel pillows, her body a delicious ache from the night before. But as the memories of last night rushed back—Logan’s hands on her skin, the taste of his lips, the warmth of his body—her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Oh, no…” she murmured, pressing a hand over her face. She’d given in, something she swore she wouldn’t let happen. Groaning, she stretched, wincing at the soreness that reminded her just how intense things had gotten. She had let herself go, completely. After a few moments of struggling with her mixed feelings, she looked over to the other side of the bed. Empty. Logan’s side was cool, the sheets neatly smoothed, and for a second, her heart sank. Had he left her here without a word? “Seriously?” she muttered under her breath, feeling a pang of disappointment. She had trusted him, opened up to him in a way she never thought she would. And now
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Your Lips to Mine #1: The Billionaire's Sassy Girl My Sassy 66
As I walked into the boardroom beside my father, Oliver Whitmore, the buzz of murmured conversations instantly quieted. It was as though someone had pressed the mute button on the room. The directors who had survived the restructuring we initiated stood up, their greetings a mixture of respect and apprehension. I scanned the room, my eyes landing on the potential candidates for directorial positions seated at the far end of the table. Among them was a face I had no difficulty recognizing: Liliana Drake. Logan’s ex. My brow arched slightly, though I schooled my features into neutrality. This was not the time for personal distractions, though I already knew this meeting would test my patience. Diane handed me a neatly compiled folder of candidate profiles as I took my seat at the head of the table. My father sat beside me, exuding his usual quiet authority. He nodded at Diane, who efficiently distributed copies of the profiles to everyone. "Shall we begin?" my father asked, his vo
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I stepped into the lobby of Whitmore Company, my heels clicking against the marble floor with purpose. It was a busy morning, and I had no time for interruptions, though I could feel the stares of a few employees as I passed. My tailored blazer fits perfectly, my strides confident. Everything about my demeanor said one thing: 'Don’t mess with me.' But, as if summoned by fate—or bad luck—there she was. Liliana. Logan’s ex-girlfriend, the woman who had already disrupted my day once before. She stood in my path, hands on her hips, her expression a mix of surprise and smugness. “Well, well,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain. “What are 'you' doing here?” I stopped in my tracks, raising a brow. “Good morning to you too,” I replied, my tone polite but cold. “I’m here to work, obviously. Now, if you’ll excuse me—” Her scoff cut through the air. “Work? Here? Please,” she said, crossing her arms and glaring at me. “You’ve got to be joking. Do you even know where you are? This is
Your Lips to Mine #1: The Billionaire's Sassy Girl My Sassy 63
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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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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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 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
Your Lips to Mine #1: The Billionaire's Sassy Girl My Sassy 59
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 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 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
