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 it was the way her pulse quickened in response to him. Logan’s hand traced a light line down her arm, his touch sending shivers through her. “I need you tonight. Just…stay.” Caught between her own restraint and an undeniable pull toward him, Aliyah hesitated, feeling the heat rise between them. She took a deep breath, searching his eyes, and, for a moment, the world outside his hotel room faded away. As the drug took effect, Aliyah felt her inhibitions melt away, her body becoming a vessel of pure lust. Logan, equally affected, found himself drawn to Aliyah like a magnet, his body craving her touch. They moved closer, their bodies brushing against each other in the crowded room. Aliyah's breath quickened as she felt Logan's strong arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer. Their lips met in a hungry kiss, tongues dancing and exploring each other's mouths. The taste of alcohol and desire mingled as they kissed passionately, oblivious to the world around them. As the kiss deepened, Logan's hands began to wander, caressing Aliyah's soft curves. He slid his hands under her dress, his fingers deftly unhooking her bra, setting her breasts free. Aliyah moaned softly, her nipples hardening at his touch. She returned the favor, running her hands through his hair, pulling him closer, as if their bodies were made to fit together perfectly. They stumbled towards a nearby bedroom, their need for each other overwhelming any sense of decorum. The room spun around them as they fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and desire. Aliyah's dress was hiked up, revealing her smooth, creamy thighs and a glimpse of her lacy panties. Logan's fingers traced the outline of her panties, teasing her, making her squirm with anticipation. "I want you, Aliyah," Logan growled, his voice thick with desire. "I need to taste you, feel you around me." Aliyah's heart raced as she heard the raw hunger in his voice. She wanted to surrender to him, to let him take control. With a swift motion, she ripped off her dress, leaving her completely naked, her body on full display. Her breasts heaved with each breath, and her pussy glistened with arousal. Logan's eyes darkened at the sight, his dick straining against his pants. Aliyah pushed him onto his back, straddling his waist, her hands reaching for his belt. She undid it with trembling fingers, eager to release the bulge beneath. Logan's cock sprang free, thick and hard, standing proudly. Aliyah couldn't resist the urge to touch it, to feel its warmth and hardness. She stroked it gently, her fingers exploring its length, while Logan let out a low moan, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Suck me, Aliyah," he pleaded, his voice hoarse. "Take me into that hot mouth of yours." Aliyah needed no further encouragement. She leaned down, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, and took the tip of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Logan's hips bucked as she took more of him, her mouth warm and wet around his shaft. She sucked and teased, her hand stroking the base as she deepthroated him, her throat welcoming his girth. "Fuck, you're incredible," Logan groaned, his hands gripping the sheets. "I can't hold back much longer." Aliyah didn't want him to hold back. She wanted to feel him lose control, to experience the raw, primal side of him. She increased her pace, bobbing her head up and down, her hand pumping in sync. Logan's cock throbbed in her mouth, and she could taste his precum, salty and intoxicating. With a final, deep thrust, Logan came, his cock pulsating as he filled Aliyah's mouth with his hot cum. She savored the taste, swallowing every drop, her eyes never leaving his. Logan's body shuddered, and he pulled her up, kissing her fiercely, their tongues tangling in a post-orgasmic haze. "Now it's my turn," Aliyah whispered, her voice laced with desire. "I want you inside me, Logan. I need to feel you fuck me raw." Logan needed no further invitation. He flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide, revealing her glistening pussy. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock throbbing, ready to claim her. With one swift thrust, he penetrated her, filling her with a delicious fullness. Aliyah arched her back, her hands gripping the sheets, as Logan began to move, his hips pumping in a primal rhythm. "Oh, fuck, yes!" Aliyah cried out, her voice echoing in the room. "Harder, Logan! Fuck me harder!" Logan obliged, pounding into her with abandon. The bed creaked with each thrust, and their bodies slapped together, a symphony of flesh and desire. Aliyah's pussy clenched around his cock, milking him, driving him wild. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in circles as he fucked her, sending her closer to the edge. "Cum for me, Aliyah," Logan growled, his voice raw. "Let me feel that tight pussy squeeze my dick as you come." Aliyah's body trembled as her orgasm built, a tidal wave of pleasure washing over her. Logan's fingers on her clit sent her over the edge, and she cried out, her pussy convulsing around his cock, milking him as her juices flowed. Logan felt her pussy walls contracting, and it was too much for him to bear. With a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself into her, his cum mixing with her essence, filling her to the brim. They lay entangled, their bodies glistening with sweat and cum. The night had taken them on a wild ride, a blur of passion and raw desire. As they caught their breath, Aliyah smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "That was just the beginning, Logan," she whispered. "I have so much more in store for you..." Little did Logan know, this was only the first chapter in a night that would push the boundaries of their pleasure and explore the depths of their insatiable lust.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
I stepped into my father’s office, instantly comforted by the familiar smell of leather and mahogany. He was buried behind a mountain of paperwork, only glancing up briefly to acknowledge me with a warm smile. “Hey, sweetheart,” he called, waving me over. I leaned against the desk, watching him work, until he finally set his pen down and gave me his full attention. “So,” he began, eyes twinkling, “how was the event? Did you get any closer to Mr. Pierce?” His teasing tone held an underlying sincerity, and I couldn’t help but smile at how well he knew me. I rolled my eyes playfully but answered honestly. “It was good, actually. Logan’s… different than I expected.” I hesitated, my curiosity bubbling to the surface. “But, Dad, can I ask you something?” “Of course,” he replied, looking at me intently. I took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of concern and curiosity. “You know what people say about Logan, right? The rumors… Doesn’t it worry you? I mean, you’re not at all concerned
As the evening wore on, the atmosphere between Logan and me became increasingly charged. The wine flowed freely, each glass amplifying the laughter and light teasing that danced between us. The flavors of the exquisite food lingered on my palate, but it was the chemistry in the air that truly intoxicated me. By the time we finished dessert, the world outside felt distant and hazy, and the heat between us was undeniable. Logan leaned closer, his gaze intense, and I could feel my heart racing as I caught the flicker of desire in his eyes. “Do you want to continue this somewhere more private?” he suggested, his voice low and inviting. A thrill shot through me. The playful banter, the way he looked at me, the electric connection we shared—it all drew me in. “You mean… your penthouse?” I asked, feigning innocence but knowing exactly what he was hinting at. “Yeah, something a little more intimate,” he replied, his lips curling into that charming grin that made my knees weak. “I prom
The next day, I made my way to Logan’s office, ready to discuss a few things he’d left hanging in that vague, infuriating way of his. As I stepped into the sleek lobby, my eyes scanned the polished floors and high ceilings. This place screamed wealth and power—very much like the man himself. Then I noticed her: a woman sitting on one of the plush lobby chairs, perfectly polished and glaring at me like I was something she’d scrape off her designer heels. Her eyes narrowed as she looked me up and down, assessing me as if I didn’t belong here. I met her gaze for a moment and raised an eyebrow, brushing it off. Logan hadn’t mentioned anyone else, so I assumed she was just waiting for her turn. Just as I reached for the door handle, she moved to block me, her red-painted lips curling into a smirk. “Excuse me,” she said, her tone laced with hostility. “Do you have an appointment with Mr. Pierce?” She eyed me as if I were lost, or worse—uninvited. I kept my composure, even though my pa
As we settled into our seats and the initial pleasantries were exchanged, the conversation quickly shifted to the project at hand. Mr. Graves leaned forward, his curiosity evident. “Logan, we’d like to hear more specifics about this new venture,” he said, glancing briefly in my direction before refocusing on Logan. “You’ve brought Aliyah here, so I take it her involvement is… significant?” Logan nodded, glancing at me with a slight smirk. “Absolutely. Aliyah’s led the charge on several key aspects,” he said, inviting me to speak. I cleared my throat, leaning in. “Our goal is to expand our market reach, particularly into areas we feel are underutilized. We’re looking at long-term value, not just immediate returns,” I explained. “We believe this approach will sustain growth, and with Logan’s resources, we’re well-positioned to execute it.” Mrs. Lavigne, who had been studying us both, chimed in. “Logan, I’ll admit, I’m impressed. You’ve always kept your circle tight, and yet here y
As we settled into the back seat of Logan's sleek black car, the city lights cast a warm glow around us. I leaned back, glancing over at him. The teasing comments from the investors were still playing in my head, and my curiosity got the best of me. "Why is it okay for you to be linked to me?" I asked, trying to sound casual but genuinely wanting to know. Of course, I know why I am asking this. It is because I know that he hates it when his name is linked to other people. "You know how people talk." Logan looked at me, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Why not?” he replied, with that easy confidence that somehow always made me feel both challenged and comforted. It was as if he didn't care at all. "There's nothing wrong with you, Aliyah. In fact, you make it look good." I could feel my cheeks warming, and I quickly straightened up, tilting my head slightly and giving him a mock-sassy shrug. “Well, obviously,” I said, rolling my eyes with a smirk. “But you could
The next morning, I woke up with a frown etched on my face, my mind still swirling from the night before. I grabbed my phone, hoping for a distraction, but instead, I was met with a message from Logan that made my stomach drop. **Logan:** *Hey, Aliyah. I’ve got to head to New York for a few days on business. I’ll keep you posted. Talk soon.* I stared at the screen, feeling a wave of irritation wash over me. “Talk soon?” I muttered under my breath, incredulous. It felt so casual, so nonchalant, as if it didn’t matter to him at all that he was leaving. I knew he had work, but I couldn’t help the disappointment that churned within me. Did he really think I’d just sit here waiting for him like a lost puppy? After a quick shower and barely any thought about what I was wearing, I headed to his office, my mood darkening with every step. I burst through the lobby doors, and the receptionist’s face paled the moment she saw me. A few employees glanced over, their eyes widening in surprise
The dim glow of my computer screen illuminated the stacks of papers scattered across my desk, remnants of the chaotic day I had endured. As I delved deeper into my work, I heard the familiar sound of my phone ringing, cutting through the silence of the office. I glanced down, my heart sinking a little when I saw Logan’s name flashing on the screen. For a moment, I just stared at it, letting it ring without picking up. I didn’t want to talk to him—not after the frustration of the day, and certainly not when I was trying to put my focus back on work. It was infuriating enough to have him in my thoughts without him actually being on the other end of the line, trying to charm me back into good spirits. I let the phone ring, determined to push past the irritation that had settled like a weight in my chest. I shifted my focus back to the spreadsheets in front of me, but I could still hear the persistent ringing, an annoying reminder of his presence that I just wasn’t ready to deal with.
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
I slowly opened my eyes, the soft glow of the night light casting a warm hue over the room. For a moment, everything was blurry, and the steady beeping of the monitor was the only sound that reminded me I was still in the hospital. My body felt heavy, but I could tell I was no longer in pain. As my eyes focused, I saw Logan sitting in the chair by the window, his back to me. He was leaning forward, watching the TV intently, though the tension in his posture was impossible to miss. His shoulders were slightly hunched, his fingers tapping absentmindedly on his leg. I wondered how long he’d been there. I glanced at the screen and froze. The headline flashing across the news caught my attention: *"Controversial Family Drama Involving Aliyah Whitmore, Liliana Whitmore, and Her Uncle."* My heart dropped into my stomach, and a shiver ran through me. The last thing I wanted to see was my name splashed across the news, especially tied to Liliana and my uncle. I quickly looked away from the
The next time my eyes fluttered open, the world around me was clearer. The blur of shapes and colors had sharpened into something familiar. The ceiling above me, the soft hum of machinery, the scent of antiseptic—I was in a hospital. It took a moment for the weight of reality to settle in. I wasn’t dreaming. I was awake. My body felt weak, heavy like lead, but my mind was finally lucid enough to process the world around me. “Aliyah!” The sound of my name came from a voice I recognized instantly. I turned my head, though even that simple motion felt like climbing a mountain. My gaze met my father’s. His face was a mixture of panic and overwhelming relief. His usually calm demeanor was gone; his hands trembled as he reached out but hesitated, as if afraid I might break. “Aliyah, sweetheart, you’re awake,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I can’t believe it. You… you’re really here.” Behind him, Logan stood frozen, his expression unreadable. But his eyes—those deep,
The courtroom was tense, a battlefield of arguments and counterarguments. Logan sat beside Oliver, their presence commanding the room. Both men wore stoic expressions, though their minds were anything but calm. Logan’s focus remained outwardly sharp, but inside, his thoughts kept drifting to Aliyah. She had been his anchor amidst the chaos, and the image of her lying unconscious haunted him. Oliver, too, felt the weight of it all. His daughter’s strength had always been his pride, but seeing her so vulnerable had shaken him in ways he couldn’t express. He masked his worry with determination, knowing that showing any weakness now would only give their enemies ammunition. Together, they were a united front, an impenetrable wall of resolve, but underneath, they were just two men desperately worried about someone they loved. Back at the hospital, Diane sat in Aliyah’s quiet ward, her tablet propped up as she watched the live courtroom feed. The trial had captivated her attention, bu
The sterile scent of the hospital lingered in the air, mingling with the soft hum of machinery monitoring Aliyah’s condition. Oliver Whitmore sat in a stiff plastic chair next to her bed, his eyes tracing the steady rise and fall of her chest. It was a sight that both comforted and haunted him. His daughter was alive, but the memory of her attack, of seeing her lying helpless, was etched into his mind. He hadn’t left her side since Logan returned to the courthouse to deal with the fallout. Across the room, Diane shuffled through a stack of papers. Despite her composed exterior, she was visibly on edge, her glances toward Aliyah frequent and concerned. Two new bodyguards stood at the door, their presence stoic but reassuring. Logan had handpicked them, and if there was one thing Oliver trusted about the man, it was his ability to protect Aliyah. Diane broke the silence. “Mr. Whitmore, any updates from Mr. Pierce?” Oliver sighed, rubbing his temples. “He’s at the courthouse dea
Logan stood quietly in the hospital room, watching Aliyah sleep peacefully, her face a picture of vulnerability. The soft beeping of the machines monitoring her was the only sound in the sterile room, but it felt like a constant reminder of how close he'd come to losing her. It had been two days since the attack, and the anger that had propelled him to take drastic action was still simmering beneath the surface. He had taken down the people who’d plotted to hurt her, to hurt the Whitmore family, but his heart remained heavy with the weight of it all. Oliver Whitmore stood by the window, his broad back turned to Logan. The older man’s posture was stiff, controlled, but Logan could feel the tension radiating from him. Oliver was a man of few words, but when he spoke, it was always deliberate. Logan knew the question was coming; he’d been preparing for it ever since he'd made the decision to act. Finally, Oliver spoke, his voice low but steady. "You're the one behind all of this, ar
The tension in the hospital room had settled slightly, but the air still carried the weight of earlier events. Logan stood by the window, his hands jammed into his pockets, his jaw clenched. Oliver sat beside Aliyah’s bed, his gaze fixed on her peaceful face. The silence was heavy but comforting in its own way, broken only by the soft beeping of monitors. The door opened quietly, and the doctor stepped in, clipboard in hand. Both men turned their attention to him immediately. “Good news,” the doctor began, offering a reassuring smile. “Miss Whitmore is stable, and her vitals are improving. The coma was the result of the trauma and stress, but there’s no sign of permanent damage. She should wake up soon—likely within the next 24 to 48 hours.” Logan felt a wave of relief wash over him, though his face betrayed little emotion. He glanced at Oliver, whose shoulders visibly relaxed. “Thank you, doctor,” Oliver said, his voice steady but tinged with gratitude. The doctor nodded. “Of
Oliver Whitmore sat at the head of the boardroom table, his eyes cold and calculating as he took in the remaining directors. The room, once buzzing with conversation and camaraderie, now felt like a battlefield. The air was tense, and the weight of recent events—the attack on Aliyah, the betrayal within the company—hung heavy over everyone present. He let the silence linger, allowing the tension to grow. It wasn’t a tactic born out of cruelty; it was strategy. He wanted to see who would break first. And as expected, Mr. Drake shifted in his seat, his bravado faltering under the pressure. "Let’s not waste any more time," Oliver said finally, his deep voice slicing through the silence. "This company has endured enough damage, both externally and internally. Now is the time to make it clear who stands for progress and who is dead weight." The directors glanced at one another, unsure of where the conversation was headed. But Oliver knew. He had been preparing for this moment since th
Logan’s mind raced as he sat in his hotel room, the documents in front of him suddenly feeling unimportant. He had planned to stay another two days to finish work before heading back home, but none of that mattered now. Aliyah was the only thing on his mind. His phone buzzed, pulling him from his thoughts. It was a message from Diane, his trusted assistant. *Logan, we’ve received some alarming news about Aliyah. She’s been stabbed.* The words hit him like a punch to the gut. He stared at the message, trying to make sense of it. *Aliyah... stabbed?* His heart raced, panic setting in as he quickly dialed Diane. “Get me a flight home. Now,” Logan’s voice was urgent, sharp with emotion. “Sir, your flight isn’t until the day after tomorrow. I can’t—” “I don’t care,” Logan interrupted, his voice thick with desperation. “Book me a flight. I need to be there.” There was a brief pause before Diane replied, “Understood, sir. I’ll arrange it immediately.” Logan ended the call and