All Chapters of The Wrong Night with Mr. Right: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Alessia leaned back against the mirrored walls, her fingers pressed against her still-racing heart.The memory of Logan’s gaze, his teasing words, and that last reminder lingered in her mind.Truth be told, he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t wait for the week to be over.The lift doors opened, and Alessia stepped out into the bustling lobby, the energy of the city enveloping her.***The weekend stretched ahead, uneventful in its calm.Alessia welcomed the peace that settled around her like a comforting embrace.She spent the days with Veronica and Milo, the laughter of her little family becoming the soundtrack of her world.The absence of Brayden and Connie felt like a sigh of relief, a temporary respite from their overbearing presence.As the days rolled on, a sense of quiet contentment settled over Alessia.She found solace in the simple pleasures of life – shared meals, bedtime stories, and endless giggles.Yet, beneath the surface, a restlessness lingered, a craving for somethin

The conference room was shrouded in tense silence.The meeting had been in progress for over half an hour, and everybody, except the boss, couldn’t wait to escape.Logan Wilde stood at the head of the table, his gaze piercing through each member of his cryptocurrency division like a laser.‘You call yourselves experts?’ Logan’s voice cut through the room, his words sharp and unforgiving. ‘You failed to see the shifting tides in the market, and now we’re facing a loss in profit that should never have happened.’He leaned forward, his hands planted firmly on the table, his eyes ablaze with a mix of anger and frustration. ‘In this business, you need to be sharp, you need to anticipate changes before they even happen. Our competitors are always one step ahead, and we need to be two steps ahead if we want to survive.’Marcus Laroche, the division head, shifted uncomfortably, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.Mr Wilde had been in a bad mood since Monday morning, and everyone did their

‘Oh, screw this!’ Alessia muttered under her breath, shot to her feet, circled the desk and came to stand in front of him, looking down at him in his big fancy ergonomic chair, then pressed her lips to his.Logan’s eyes widened ever so slightly, then he tried to take control by kissing her back.Alessia pulled back first, licked her lips, then asked, ‘Anything?’‘What?’ Logan’s mind was adrift in a sea of pleasant haziness, surprised and pleased by her sudden initiative.‘The kiss. Does it…feel familiar? Jog any memory?’Logan smirked. ‘It was too brief to jog anything. Maybe if you do it again.’Alessia leaned down and kissed him, harder this time. ‘Anything?’Logan’s grin was lopsided and lustful. ‘Maybe. So, is that a yes?’‘Yes what?’‘Yes to becoming my girlfriend.’Alessia backed off a step. ‘No.’Logan frowned. ‘Then why the hell did you kiss me?’‘Just…trying to confirm something.’‘Confirm what?’‘Confirm if you were the man who was in my tent six years ago,’ Alessia thought.

Sofie’s voice flowed like a bubbling stream, her animated chatter filling the space. ‘You won’t believe what happened during my shopping spree last week. I stumbled upon this fabulous boutique, and the moment I stepped in, I knew I had to have the entire collection.’‘Uh-huh.’ Logan’s eyes were distant as he absently swirled the wine in his glass.He made noncommittal sounds in his throat, his mind wandering elsewhere, wondering what Alessia was doing at that very moment.Sofie leaned in, her laughter like wind chimes in the evening breeze. ‘Hey, you with me, Logan?’Logan blinked, his focus returning to the present. ‘You were talking about shopping.’Sofie’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she leaned back. ‘Sorry, I know it must sound boring to a busy man like you. Let’s change the topic then. Let me tell you about the time I went scuba diving. The underwater world is a whole new universe, you know? I took pictures of angelfish, parrotfish, butterflyfish and had a run-in with an incr

Logan stood at the edge of the lake, the sun dipping low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the water.He looked out at the small fishing boat where his grandfather, Albert, was peacefully fishing alone.The old man had a parasol propped up to shield him from the afternoon sun, a cooler full of drinks by his side, and a comfy lounge chair on which he relaxed.Perched on Albert’s shoulder was a spirited yellow-crested cockatoo named Sunny, who squawked a greeting as Logan approached.‘Nice of you to show up,’ Albert snorted, not bothering to look away from his fishing line.‘Show up!’ Sunny repeated reproachfully.Logan shrugged. ‘I had some things to take care of.’He glanced around, taking in the serene surroundings before asking, ‘Where’s Arlie?’‘At school, where else?’ Albert replied gruffly.Logan reached into the supplies nearby and grabbed another fishing rod.He settled into a chair next to Albert, the two of them fishing side by side in companionable silence.With a f