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Cheers To Fake Relationships
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The Christmas Contract She's Pushed Him Into The Hands Of Jezebel
Melody walked to the bathroom the next morning feeling sore, as she washed her face and started back at her reflection, she looked sick. Her eyes were red and her voice was hoarse for crying herself to sleep, her body feeling heavier than it should. It was still cold outside so she wore something very thick and turned on the room heater. She should have been having a great time, but thanks to her inability to not ruin things, she was already having a shitty morning. She checked her phone again, still no calls and the only message she had was the one from her bank.Yesterday’s words kept repeating in her head, loud and sharp. She had said them. She had told Logan she loved him for money and comfort. She had told him she didn’t care. And she had meant none of it. None of it.Her chest tightened as the guilt rolled over her like waves, relentless and punishing. She had replayed every gesture, every conversation, every time he had smiled at her, gone out of his way for her, treated her l
The Christmas Contract Very Dirty, Steamy Party For Two
Logan’s hands trembled slightly as he obeyed, peeling off his shirt and loosening his belt. Hanni’s eyes never left him, dark and playful, daring him, teasing him, challenging him all at once. She moved with a grace that was hypnotic, like she owned the space, like she owned him.“Good boy,” she whispered, her voice low and husky, sending a shiver down his spine. She stepped closer, her robe parting just enough to reveal the lace beneath. “You look too tense… let me take care of that.”Before he could respond, she pressed herself against him, her warmth searing against his chest. Her hands were bold, roaming, commanding attention, and yet every touch was electric, like fire dancing over his skin. Logan’s head fell back instinctively, his lips parting, caught somewhere between a groan and a gasp.Hanni chuckled softly, a sound that was both teasing and dangerous. “Relax,” she murmured, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “I’ve got you. All of you.”He couldn’t help but notice the
The Christmas Contract He Keeps Shooting Himself On The Leg
Logan knew he shouldn’t be anywhere near Hanni. That truth had followed him the moment he left Melody in the bedroom, the echo of her words still ringing in his ears like a cruel joke he couldn’t shake. ‘I loved the money, the comfort that comes from being around you and that’s all.’ He replayed it over and over, each time it sounded just as devastating as the first.Melody wasn’t like that, she never had been. There was something different about her, she wasn't like other girls. She wasn't one to draw attention to herself, she listened to everyone and considered everyone to be equal. She didn’t cling to labels or status. She didn’t ask for things. Hell, half the time he had to convince her to accept what he offered. That wasn’t a woman driven by money. That wasn’t a woman who loved convenience.She was lying and she was doing it just to get back at him, to punish him for his mistakes yesterday. If the roles were reversed, he would’ve done the same.The thought didn’t make it hurt an
The Christmas Contract Let It Go
Logan came back long after the house had gone quiet. The beach house was dark except for a few soft lights along the hallway and the staircase. The ocean outside was calm, the sound of the waves faint, steady, almost mocking him with how peaceful everything felt when his head was anything but chaos.He stood in the hallway for a moment, holding the flowers in his hands like they weighed a ton. More than a hundred red roses. He’d stood in the florist’s shop arguing with himself about how much was too much, then decided there was no such thing. He added chocolates too. Expensive ones. The kind wrapped in gold foil and silk ribbons. He didn’t even know if Melody liked chocolates like that. He just knew people always said women did.He went upstairs quietly, careful not to wake anyone. The door to their bedroom was closed.He hesitated before knocking. He imagined her voice telling him to go away again. It scared him more than anger ever could. So he didn’t knock. He opened the door slowl
The Christmas Contract Making It Right
Logan walked out of the bedroom and didn’t look back. The tension from the yacht still sat heavy in his chest, pressing down with every step he took across the polished floors of the beach house. His thoughts were a storm he couldn’t calm. Hanni. Melody. Hanni again. He sank into the familiar leather chair in his father’s library. The quiet hum of the heating system, the faint scent of old books and polished wood, did nothing to soothe him. He always loved it here, but somehow today feels different.He rested his elbows on his knees, hands clasped tightly together, and stared at the wall ahead. The morning had started like any other beautiful holiday morning, with smiles, laughter, the warmth of family. But one yacht ride had thrown everything into chaos. One person just happens to ruin everything good in his life. Melody had left the room for a call. He’d gone to the bathroom to catch a moment of peace, and Hanni had appeared. Locked the door. Pressed herself against him. He had res
The Christmas Contract Guilt
Melody apologized softly, almost mechanically, saying she needed to get back home. Her voice didn’t sound like her own when she said it. It sounded thin. Controlled, like she was holding something back that would shatter her if she let it out. Since she got back from the bathroom, she hasn't been herself. It feels like it's only a matter of time before the future repeats itself.Logan asked if she was sure, his hand hovering near her elbow, but she nodded and stepped away before he could touch her. She said she wasn’t feeling too well and asked if they could turn the yacht around.Camilla immediately dismissed any concern about cutting the trip short. Melody’s comfort came first. If she wasn’t enjoying the ride, there was no reason to continue.The yacht turned smoothly, slicing back through the water toward the private dock behind the Russo’s beach house. Melody stood by the railing the entire time, staring ahead. She didn’t look back. She didn’t look at Logan. She didn’t look at an
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