The Wedding Night

Logan didn't hesitate and his fancy buttons went flying as he ripped it off his body. He tossed it off to the side with a mound of clothes and winced. "I swear I'm going to clean that."

Trisha smirked. "I'm going to hold you to that. Don't think you're getting out of cleaning duties just because you've got a wife now."

Logan turned completely red. "I didn't mean that I wasn't going to make you-"

Trisha silenced him with her fingers pressed against his lips. "I was teasing you. I won't mind helping you with some things, it's not like I'm the one working right now."

She winced. "If I ever get to work again at this rate, with all that stuff spread about me supposedly betraying my company I won't be able to get a job."

Logan rolled his eyes at her. "You don't have to worry about getting a job unless you want to, I can take care of us. " His pants slid off easily, but he paused at his black silk boxers. "This isn't a dream, right?" he asked.

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