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Paris

Viola McCoy By the time I get home, my mind is already settled. Or at least, I tell myself it is. I slip off my heels at the door, pressing my fingers against my temple. The silence in the house is almost suffocating. But that’s what I wanted, right? Silence. Peace. I’m not thinking about Madeline or Logan or what their plans might be for the rest of the night. Because somehow, it hurts to wonder. Julian’s car isn’t in it’s parking space. I barely pause to take that in as I walk through the dimly lit hallway, up the stairs and straight to the bedroom. I don’t bother turning on the lights too. I slip out of my dress and into a slick nightgown. I don’t wait for Julian. I don’t call. I don’t text. I just slide under the covers and sleep off. *** The sound of the bedroom door creaking open wakes me. My eyes flutter open, adjusting to the darkness. A shadow moves near the vanity. Julian. His tall frame is stiff as he shrugs off his jacket and places it over the chair

Flight

Logan Reynolds I clench my fists, the tension crawling up my arms as I pace back and forth in the departure hall of O’Hare. The overhead announcements are low but all I can focus on is the time ticking away on my watch. 11:58 AM. Linda told me to be here at 11:30 sharp. I hate waiting. More than that, I hate uncertainty. She texted me earlier, said there was an emergency and that I should just wait here for her, but this is cutting it close. I exhale, running a hand through my hair, and take another glance toward the entrance. No sign of her. I pull out my phone, about to call her, when I hear the sound of heels clicking against the polished floor. I glance up and my stomach drops. It’s Viola. She walks toward me in a tailored navy dress that hugs her body in a way that’s completely inappropriate for a business trip and yet, somehow, I can’t look away. Her hair is pulled into a sleek ponytail, makeup flawless as always, but there’s something in her expression tha

Danger

Viola McCoy “It’s just a day trip. You’ll be back by evening, and Julian won’t even notice you’re gone."That’s what I told myself when I got on the jet this morning. Now, as the pilot’s voice crackles through the overhead speakers announcing our arrival in Paris, my eyelids flutter open. For a second, I forget where I am. The cabin is dim, sunlight filtering through the small oval windows.Then I feel that solid and steady warmth. Someone is next to me. I stiffen, my breath catching in my throat. Slowly, I tilt my head and that’s when I see Logan. My head is on his shoulder. My heart kicks against my ribs as I immediately pull away, straightening in my seat. The sudden movement makes the armrest dig into my side, but I barely register the discomfort. Instead, my focus stays on him. Logan’s face is relaxed, his breathing slow and even. His jaw is sharp, with his dark lashes.I watch him, my gaze tracing the faint crease between his brows, the strong slope of his nose.

A long night

Logan Reynolds I’m fuming. The second we step out of the bar, I drag Viola behind me. My fingers wrap tightly around her wrist. I don’t care if I’m gripping too hard. I don’t care if I’m walking too fast. I just need to get her the hell away from that place, from Cameron and from the insanity she just threw herself into. Why the fuck would she do that? The salty wind rolls around us. The sky is starting to darken, I think a storm is coming but I barely notice. All I can hear is the pounding of my pulse and the adrenaline still coursing hot through my veins. I turn around the second we reach the car, dropping her wrist. “What the fuck were you thinking?” My voice is rough.Viola stares at me, breathlessly. “I was trying to save you.” I shake my head, running a hand through my hair. “I can fucking save myself, Viola. You didn’t have to put your life on the line.” My voice cracks slightly, but I don’t care. My throat feels tight and my is chest heavy. “I’d die if someth

Bad Dream

Viola McCoyThe heat from the shower is able to relieve the tension in my body. I slip into Logan’s T-shirt and step out of the bathroom. I run a hand through my damp hair and walk toward the bedroom. Logan is standing by the window with his arms crossed. His gaze fixed on me in a way that makes my insides feel like jelly. His expression is unreadable, but there’s something intense in his eyes. I clear my throat as I try to ignore the sudden heat creeping up my neck. “Are you going to take a shower too?” Logan blinks, like he’s just snapping out of whatever thoughts he was lost in. “Yeah,” he says. Then, without another word, he disappears into the bathroom. I let out a slow breath, trying to shake off the strange tension in the room. Shaking my head, I climb into bed, pulling the duvet up to my neck. The fabric is soft. I grab my phone from the nightstand and click it open. No missed calls. No texts. Julian hasn’t even noticed I’m gone? Or maybe… he’s just not coming hom

Past

Viola McCoy I nod quickly, still trying to catch my breath. “Yeah. Just a dream.” Logan doesn’t move. He watches me for a second, then steps forward, placing a glass of water on the nightstand. “Here.” I hesitate before reaching for it. My fingers tremble slightly as I take a sip. Logan’s voice is softer now. “Bad dream?” I swallow. “Yeah.” He holds my gaze. Then, after a moment, he says, “You’re safe. Okay?” Something in his voice makes my chest tighten. I nod. “Okay.” He takes the glass back from me. “Think you’ll go back to sleep?” I glance at the clock. It’s late, but I already know sleep won’t come easy tonight. “I’m not sure.” Logan nods once. “Just lie down,” he says, moving back to the couch. I do. But instead of sleeping, I stare at the ceiling. After a few minutes, Logan speaks again. “What you did today… that was brave of you.” I blink, turning my head toward him. “Thank you for acknowledging that.” A small smirk plays on his lips. “I saw that

Chaos

Logan Reynolds Morning comes too soon. The storm has passed, leaving the sky clear as we pack our things in silence. I steal a glance at Viola as she folds the duvet back into place. She’s been avoiding my gaze all morning. I want to say something. Maybe about last night. Maybe about how I still remember every word of that poem because she is the only woman I’ve ever loved. But I don’t. Instead, I zip my bag shut and say, “Ready?” She nods without looking at me. “Yeah.” That’s it. No small talk, no lingering glances. Just a quiet tension that follows us all the way downstairs as we check out of the inn and head to the car. The drive to the airport is just as silent. The kind that crawls under my skin and makes my hands tighten around the wheel. I hate it. I hate that I don’t know what she’s thinking. By the time we board the flight, Viola is still distant. She doesn’t say a word as she settles into her seat, pulling a thin blanket over herself before turnin

Protective

Viola McCoy My heart is pounding as I drag Julian towards the parking lot. For some reason, reality hasn’t hit me yet. The humiliation I just faced, the way my colleagues looked at me like I was pathetic. Not about the way Logan’s eyes burned with disappointment, like I was some kind of weak-willed idiot who kept running back to the man who humiliated her in front of an entire office. Maybe I am an idiot. Julian stumbles slightly as we reach the parking lot, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated. His expensive cologne is drowned out by the sharp, bitter scent of whiskey. The moment we stop walking, he yanks his arm out of my grip, stumbling back a step. “You’re trying to protect your lover, huh?” His voice is thick. “You should’ve let him punch me.” I exhale. “You’re drunk.” “I’m not drunk,” he spits, but his sway says otherwise. I fold my arms across my chest, trying to contain my exhaustion, my anger, my need to scream at him until he feels the embarrassment I

Funny business

Logan Reynolds Today is the day.That unsettling day of the year. The day I wish I could erase.My birthday which is also the day my mother died. I’ve been out of the office for a few days in preparation for the small memorial service we have every year. A simple, private gathering, the way she would have wanted. But of course, my father had to ruin it. A celebration of life party, he called it. A fucking party. Like it was some gala event, another opportunity for him to play the grieving widower and shake hands with his wealthy friends. I didn’t even bother showing up. Which is why my sister, Bonnie is calling me non stop right now because the ‘party’ started a few hours ago but I’m home, staring out my window. A lot of family members would be at the party and they’ll all probably look at me with the “your mother would still be here if not for you.” eyes.So fuck it. I’ll pay respects to my dead mother at my own home and not at a fucking party my father is orga

Visit

Viola McCoyThe hum of the printer fills the office as it spits out copies onto the tray. I grab the last sheet and stack them neatly, smoothing out the edges with my palm before placing them on my desk. Logan has been out for days. The office feels too quiet without him, and I hate to admit that I’ve noticed. Only yesterday did I overhear that he was preparing for his mother’s memorial service. Today is the day. For the years we were together, this was always the hardest day for him. He’d shut down completely, withdraw, isolate, and drown in his own silence. I used to be the one pulling him out of it. The one who made sure he ate something, who forced him to leave his house even if it was just for a walk. I wonder if anyone is looking out for him now. “Are you done with the copies I asked you to make?” Linda’s voice jolts me back, snapping into my thoughts. She stands over my desk, arms crossed.I nod. “Yes, I’m done.” She glances at the stack of papers. “I guess you

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