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"Extend my regards to your boyfriend." Sally, my roommate says as I pack my bag for the holiday. I roll my eyes, hating hearing the same tease for years and giving the same response. "Logan isn't my boyfriend." I respond with a sigh, reminding her just as I have always been reminding everyone else. "Yeah, yeah." She chuckles, not believing me. "I hear you, Chloe." I sigh and shake my head, choosing to ignore her. No one ever believes that Logan isn't my boyfriend. Is it that hard to be besties with a boy? Must people attach weird feelings to our strictly platonic relationship? Logan is the last boy I want to be involved with sexually. Not that he isn't a stunner, he is drop-dead gorgeous. I have to be blind and daft to think that he isn't. Even if I am, the throngs of girls who want him that he keeps rejecting are enough of a reminder for me to admit how hot my bestie is. That doesn't mean that I still want to be in his bed. We don't have feelings for each other even thou
A slow satisfied grin jumps on my lips as he pushes me against the door the moment we walk into the hotel, tugging impatiently at my clothes. I am impatient as well to get rid of the hindrance and help in dealing with the mess. I am desperate to feel his skin on me and in me. Within seconds, I am naked and I don't feel ashamed as I had thought I would every time I had imagined my first night with a stranger. The glow in his eyes as he takes me in makes me forget that I am with a man I barely know. "You are beautiful." He whistles, running his tongue over his lip in that flirty way I have come to love. I don't believe him but I smile. "It's my turn to tell you that you are beautiful." I say with an arch of my eyebrows. He understands what I mean and barks out a loud amused laugh. I love how in sync we are and wonder where he was all my life. He undresses himself slowly and teases me all through. I let out a whimper as I glimpse bit by bit every inch of his perfect body. I can't
"You have just three months left to live." I stare at the doctor, wishing that I am deaf and he hasn't just proclaimed a death sentence on me. I fight back the tears threatening to spill out of my eyes, hating how pathetic my life is. I am just twenty-two, freshly out of college and have a ton of debts on my neck. I have spent years being the best student, trying to prove to the scholarship board that I am worth their sweats. I have worked tons of part-time jobs to make up for what the scholarship couldn't cover. I have missed out on many fun activities, not daring to be as adventurous as my peers are. Why now? Why will I have a strange disease and have to die suddenly when it is time for me to enjoy my labors? Is my life meant to be that hard? Was I born to suffer and die just like that? I have no one to ask. My mother had dumped me unceremoniously at the side of the road as a two-month-old baby. There, a good Samaritan had picked me up and taken me to the orphanage. I had sur
I stand up, pull up my already short skirt and head to his office. I smile as the door opens, telling myself that he wants me as much as I want him. He would have locked the door if he didn't. I stare in surprise at the sight before me. Aiden has his tie off his neck and his hair ruffled, giving him a more attractive look. One of his hands is below the desk and I don't have to be a genius to know what he is doing. "What do you want?" He asks, his voice husky. I smile as I move forward. "The dictation. I brought my notes." "I thought you didn't hear anything I said." Knowing how distracted I am in his presence, I have a recorder on my desk so I can listen later to anything he tells me. I don't tell him that though. "I told you that you distract me. My brain started working the moment you left." "Don't," he lets out a groan, looking tortured. I have never seen him this way asides his usual composed self and I get wetter for him, squeezing my legs together in desire. His gaze
"Amy!" I gasp at the mention of my name, sitting upright and staring at the computer in confusion. "Were you even listening to me?" He snorts and shakes his head in his usual manner that shows how pathetic he finds me but I always find it amusing. "Yes, boss." I slur, blinking at him through heavily-lidded eyes. He looks away, hating it when I try to act cute with him after making a mistake. He clears his throat and turns back to me. "Do you have everything I dictated down?" It takes determination to not react at that time because I have nothing down. I have nothing down. Truth is that I haven't been jotting but daydreaming instead. His voice does that to me. I can't seem to focus anywhere near him and it's frustrating that he doesn't take note of anything except work. He is extremely shy and socially awkward that he doesn't recognize any of the lights I have been shining his way, despite how extremely green they are. "What do you think of asides work?" He asks, exa







