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"Now I know I'm in love". His words kept ringing in my head. Had he said that? WTFI felt awkward. My hands were shaking uncontrollably as I clutched my steering wheel tighter. The road was long and straight but I was creeping along slowly, in deep thought. All I wanted to do was speed up and away from the office as fast as possible. My office had always been a happy place I loved to go to but all that changed in only a matter of hours and I seriously doubted it would ever be the same again. The implications of Logan working there were huge. It was only a matter of time before it came out and the whole office knew.I would be branded the office Ho.Or it would only be a matter of time before he had many more of the female workers in the backseat of his car. The thought revolted me. I kept reminding myself to breathe.The air is good. Positive thoughts.. positive thoughts. Think positive. It was impossible. My brain was so jam-packed that there was hardly room for anything else. It

The storm had hit and it was a fuckin hurricane.He was dressed head to toe in black, the uniform of a creative director but there was nothing else typical about him. He wore dark sunglasses inside and had a cigarette tucked behind one of his ears.His hair was strangely, unevenly cut and was slicked back and wet-looking. He had a beard.It's practically a prerequisite in this world it wasn't one of those massive hipster beards that made ordinary men look like lumberjacks. It was short and well-groomed and so damn sexy.He would have been a sight under normal circumstances, but considering that only a few hours before he'd had me bent over his car seat. He was quite a sight.He wore a full suit, pants, jacket, waistcoat, tie- the works. He even had a black piece of fabric sticking out of his jacket pocket.Who dresses like that?Does he think he's Don Draper from Mad Men?He was almost gentlemanly-almost. But the tattoo that popped out from under his cuff and ran the length of the bac

My head was pounding, hung over in a daze. The throbbing headache continued. I rolled, slipped, and fell out of bed. I felt like someone had stuffed cotton wool in my eye and pushed me down a stiff cliff. I got up and pulled the now very itchy sequin dress off and got the fright of my life when I realized I wasn't wearing any underwear.I knew I left the house with panties on last night. Hadn't I?I was already running late for work. I had accidentally pressed the snooze button way too many times. But I couldn't rush to work looking like this. I looked like a huge mess.I grabbed some cotton wool and face wipe, dunked it in makeup removal, and attempted to wipe the thick, chalky layer of black smokey eyeliner makeup off my face. My red lipstick was smudged and one of the lashes clinging on like a dry leaf.The makeup was coming off but the glitter was more stubborn."To highlight your beauty". Allison said as he emptied the whole jar onto my face.The glitter was sticking to my fac

Don't ask me how the hell it happened or how I got here. I could blame it on the vodka I had last night. I tried to think back on how I got to this situation. My head throbbed and I was exhausted.Maybe it was the strobing light of the nightclub and the repetitive bass of the music that triggered some kind of chemical reaction in my brain causing me to go temporarily insane.Or it was him… the way he walked up to me. “Is this taken?” With that smooth and sharp look.Maybe it was my outfit(Note: Never let your gay best friend dress you for an evening outing). Allison had forced me to come with him. He felt it'd be better after the whole incident with my ex and Jenna. I'd suspected he'd been cheating but with my best friend? Seeing them like that, I couldn't get my mind off the whole situation. “Oh, who's that guy?” Allison said while using his hands as imaginary fans. “He's hot. I think he's checking me out… but hey! This night is all about making you feel better”. He said seeing m