All Chapters of Your Lips to Mine #1: The Billionaire's Sassy Girl: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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 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 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.

As I settled into my office, the familiar buzz of my workload surrounded me like a comforting blanket. But that comfort shattered as the door swung open, revealing Logan with a grin that felt too bright for the tension hanging between us. “Hey, Aliyah,” he called, his voice light, as if he hadn’t just dropped off the grid for the better part of a month. I didn’t look up from my computer screen. “What do you want, Logan?” I replied, keeping my tone flat and dismissive. I could feel the heat of annoyance radiating off me, but I pushed it down, focusing on the screen in front of me instead of the man standing in my office. He stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him. “I just wanted to explain why I haven’t been able to call,” he said, his casual demeanor faltering slightly. “It’s a long story.” “I’m sure it is,” I said curtly, refusing to give him any indication that I was even remotely interested. My heart was racing, a mix of anger and something else—something I couldn’t q

As we settled into our table at the restaurant, I was glad Logan had suggested a quieter spot, away from the buzz of the main area. Lunch together felt like a small reprieve, a chance to catch up without the constant pull of work.I glanced at the menu, considering my options, when Logan’s hand slid across the table, catching mine in a warm, steady grip. His thumb traced small, soothing circles on the back of my hand. For a moment, it felt like the world faded away—the restaurant, the business, the complications.But, as fate would have it, the quiet didn’t last long. Just as our food arrived, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of my eye.“Aliyah?”I froze, recognizing the voice instantly. Looking up, I met my father’s surprised gaze. He was standing just a few tables away, surrounded by a couple of business associates. I hadn’t expected to see him here, of all places.“Dad,” I said, trying to compose myself. “What a surprise.”My father’s eyes moved from me to