The music is disappearing but still rumbling through the walls as I walk further away from it. Customers are laughing, and I can hear whistling—things are getting wild on the dancefloor.
But I will not be up all night.
All I need is enough alcohol to drown my sorrows or pass out so I no longer can focus on my depressing meeting with Logan.
"I'm so stupid..." I whisper to myself repeatedly while walking with a flask of wine in my right hand. My high heels were killing me, so I'm holding them in my other hand. I'm wobbling too; gosh, I probably look like a mess right now. "Why did I promise Logan to sing at his wedding? I'm so stupid, so fucking stupid..."
With unsteady legs, I miraculously make it back to the empty changing room. I'm breathing fast, with the past flashing by my eyes. I can hear Logan's past self introducing himself, and it hurts like a knife seeing that damn smile—I have to sit down in the room's corner and hug my knees for comfort.
My heart is pounding, tears falling into my lap. But luckily enough, Harper doesn't seem to be here.
I need to be alone and swallow this hurt.
Shamelessly, I drink from the flask and feel some liquor drop into my cleavage. After I'm done, I clink the glass against the floor and wipe around my mouth with my sleeve, blinking when I catch Harper staring down at me.
She glances down at me. "Okay, who do I need to club tonight?"
I laugh through my pain. It is kind of relieving hearing Harper's voice amid my pity party.
"No one... I just need a moment... Something happened out there and..." I bite my lips to hold back my tears, to spill the rest of my sentence without sounding like a child about to cry. "I just need to be alone, thank you."
Harper seems unwilling to leave. We have never been that close. I know she has a wife and that Harper identifies as a woman, but I've heard rumors that her wife isn't so fond of hormone therapy.
Those might only be rumors. Harper's wife has never shown her face at The Snowflake, though. I don't even know what she looks like.
"What friend would I be if I left you alone?" Harper sits down next to me, grimaces at the dust touching her hands, and brushes it off on her stylish dress. I swear she changes clothes a hundred times per day. "So, who hurt you, whose body are we burying tonight?"
I laugh, but Harper looks dead-serious.
"I'm not joking, Elena. This job means the world to me. You literally saved my broken ass by letting me work here, so I will help you carry the body away from the crime scene, and we will dump it into the river. I will do it in these high heels if I have to!"
The image of Harper being my partner in crime and helping me carry Logan's dead body in high heels got me cracking up even more. I can already imagine Harper freaking out as we pull the body out of my Subaru. I would be the angry leader, bossing Harper around, and she would be inwardly crying the entire time.
I take a deep breath, deciding on trusting Harper with something I've told no one else. "There was a man out there..."
"A handsome one?" Harper got both her eyebrows lifted.
I nod with a brief smile. "Yeah... Very handsome." My heart is breaking as I speak. "The man came over to introduce himself, ask if I could perform at his wedding..."
"Ouch," Harper grimaces.
"That's not the most painful part," I tell her and stare down at my hands gripping the material of my red dress; even my toes are curling. "The man's name is Logan Rhodes Williams—I found the name on his card and almost choked. It turns out the handsome stranger is my childhood crush, someone who broke my heart."
"Double ouch,"
I lift my head to meet Harper's pained eyes. "Logan said that I would never be a real woman..."
Harper blinks at me for many moments until a lightbulb seems to kindle inside her head. Then, her eyes turn wide, and she looks me up and down plenty of times before half-smiling.
"You're transgender?" She doesn't look entirely convinced. It takes plenty of moments before she nods slowly as if finally having come to terms with the information I've given her. "I would never have guessed. You have a very feminine face; usually, I can tell by looking at the nose, but not with you."
I smile brightly. "I've had plenty of surgeries, therapies, and the whole cut-away-my-penis kit, and it has cost me a fortune. But, luckily, it all turned worth it hearing you say those words."
"I'm glad it made you happy, and if it's any comfort, you look like a real woman; you act like one too."
Her words move me on a deeper level, and not knowing what to do or how to respond, I lean into her, shocking the woman by hugging her side like one would a close friend. Her body turns tense in response, but then she leans into me with her cheek resting on my head.
"Thank you so much, Harper." I'm drunk and sniffing like a lost, snotty child, but I don't care.
"For what?" She snorts. "Stating the truth?"
I smile and lean back to straighten up my back. "Yes, you recovered my self-confidence."
At least something good came out of tonight; I learned that I have a friend in Harper.
"That was nothing." Her eyes turn serious then. "So, tell me about this handsome man. Is he your age? Where did you meet him?"
A blush spread over my cheeks. "Logan is a year older. He was popular, always surrounded by girls and other rich kids, so I always knew who he was, but it wasn't until the last year that I spoke to him."
"You spoke to him?" Harper asks. "Brave girl."
A smile touches my face. "We made friends against all odds. Logan was repeating his last year because of failing his grades, and the teacher made me into his tutor, thinking he was doing us both a favor. I needed a friend, and Logan needed to better his grades."
"Kill two birds with one stone; your teacher was smart."
"He was," I agree, and then continue my story. "Logan hated me at first, but then he gradually opened up. And it turned out the angry dude was actually quite nice on the inside. He started cracking vulgar jokes in mere weeks and took me to McDonald's every night for milkshakes. Logan was straightforward even as a teenager, and as an introvert, I kinda..."
Harper is leaning forward now with glittering eyes, entirely invested with my love story. "Ah, you fell in love with him?"
I nod. "Yes... I was weak and struggling with my identity, but he brought color into my life."
"That's so romantic,"
"Yeah, it was terrific until I one day called him to meet me at a parking lot. I confessed to him, told him how much he meant to me that I was in love with him, and I also wore a dress to show him the real me, and that was the day he replied by saying I was disgusting..."
I cry, and Harper massages my shoulder with a concerned expression. "So, did you turn down his request?"
Her question got me laughing loudly. Harper will think I'm stupid once I give her my answer. Simply thinking about what I agreed on earlier heightens the chance of suffering from a seizure.
"No, I told him I will do it."
Harper lifts both eye painted eyebrows. "Why?"
"Because I want revenge." My best squirms as if not agreeing with the words that came out through my mouth, but I swallow the guilt. Falling for the same man twice is foolish.
Harper's eyes turn serious. "I won't tell you what is wrong or right, honey, but I would like to advise you to be careful."
I laugh. "Careful?"
"Yes," Harper says. "So that he doesn't break your heart,"
More laughter sips out through my lips. "What is there to break?" My tears are falling. "I'm already broken, a lost soul that can't find peace, and it's all because of him." A twisted smile takes my lips. "And I intend on breaking his heart this time."
A cover of Time After Time is playing on the radio as I clean the tables inside my bar. It's late into lunchtime, there are barely any customers inside, which makes it the perfect time to clean. I spray a table with a good amount of Ajax and rub it with a washcloth at a stubborn spot until I hear a deep chuckle behind me. My initial response is to jump a mile before turning around to frown. Logan. What a lovely surprise... I've been ignoring Logan's calls all weekend, and now he is here, standing inside my bar on a Monday while wearing casual clothing and still managing to look as handsome as the devil himself. I shoot him a look over the table, forgetting the world as I get lost in the outlines of his vast muscles visible through his grey hoodie. The cloth is hugging him tightly, drawing my attention to his corded arms trying to bust through the material. Did he intentionally buy the wrong size? I take him in under a few silent seconds, appre
Logan Elena is quite the knockout. She is sitting in front of me, and I'm already having a hard time focusing. I'm staring down at her gigantic, green eyes as they skim through the lyrics to a song. It's one I requested her to sing at my wedding, but I'm more captivated by Elena. From the first time I looked into her eyes, I felt instant chemistry, like a lighting bolt surging through me, but this woman is doing everything in her power to fight what is already there. I wonder why? Maybe it's because I'm supposed to get married? Probably. Elena doesn't know that it's a contracted marriage with no authentic emotions involved. It's a business marriage that needs to last for two years to inherit my grandfather's company and money. My grandfather didn't want me to turn into a playboy billionaire like him. So now, after his death, his testaments declare I need to be married to inherit his money, or else everything will go to my sister, who,
ElenaI'm watching Logan search through the pantries for ingredients and something to cook alongside the filet mignon he will be making.Emma is excited, but I'm not sold yet. His choice of protein is interesting. Don't get me wrong, I'm by no means a chef, but I know filet mignon is lean and free of any tough muscle, making it easy to overcook since there isn't much fat."Consider yourself lucky to be able to taste my cooking," Logan turns around to wink at me saucily.I roll my eyes from my place, leaning my back against a stove that no one is using."I still don't believe you can cook—don't you have servants for that?" I snicker in amusement. "I bet you don't even wipe your ass."I shouldn't have mentioned his ass—now I seem unable to look away from it as he bounces it around for the show."I do wipe my ass. I'm a big boy, thank you very much.""Bet you have someone doing it for you at home," I mutter under my br
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A bubble of excitement rise within me, bringing a giggle out through my parted lips. I've had too much alcohol, but who cares?"What do you mean by saying you will show me everything?" I stroke my finger over my lips. Here it is, the downfall of the great Logan. Bye-bye, happy marriage.Logan chuckles. "Exactly what I said, but first, I would like to ask you something."My fingers are already down the drain, causing me to eye roll dramatically and sigh even louder—Logan is no fun. I'm horny. Poor me having to answer some stupid question before I get what I want."Fine!" I exclaim. "Ask away!"The man hums into the phone, and I laugh in pain.God, Logan is torturing me. But for some odd reason, I'm warming up to his voice. It no longer makes me angry to tune in to his talk. Instead, I feel hotter than ever. I want to see him naked."Why do you hate me?" Logan asks."Because God gave you everything. You're a rich, spoiled,
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I'm sitting inside Logan's car, sweating because of anticipation. It's been a long time since I've been on a date, and the other guys couldn't compare to Logan. The attraction I feel towards him is unreal—my panties are already wet from simply remembering our last conversation.Unable to help myself, I let my eyes roam his body—god, he is enormous. He has that kind of physique that would make it easy for him to throw me over his shoulder and kidnap me for his own. I squirm in my seat at the mere idea. Jesus Christ. I'm already turned on, and his abs are making the situation even worse. They are trying to press through the fabric of his grey v-lined t-shirt, dancing every time he turns the wheel."Don't worry, Elena," There it is, that freaking accent along with his confidence and colossal ego. "Once we are at my place, you will get your fair share of this body."I gasp at his arrogance, but Logan hushes me, grinning with a glint in his eye. Any remai
I'm sprawled out on the bed like a flower, feeling my chest rise and fall as I lock eyes with Logan's hungry gaze. His pupils are dilated, taking over the stormy blue color in his eyes. His lips part to form a confident smirk, and I watch him throw off his t-shirt, revealing a shredded chest. Dear lord—I didn't know men like this existed outside of fashion magazines for underwear. I can hardly breathe from expectation. Logan sinks onto the bedsheets on all fours, making the mattress creak underneath his weight. I lie back, gazing up at him and his bulging muscles, my breath trapped inside my chest—I'm afraid of where this will lead, but also soaking wet for this gorgeous man. Large hands grip around my waist, violently pulling down my jeans until only my wet panties are left. Logan then dips down with a sharp intake of breath, kissing my inner thighs—his lips are so warm and electric I swear I momentarily see heaven's doors. "You smell like flowers an