An Observation Log Of My Fiance Novels & Stories

I gasped. The air was heavy, the scent of our union filling the space. I felt lost in a labyrinth of raw pleasure. I glanced toward the window; outside, the first buds of spring were fighting through the frost. A few sparrows were perched on the branches, oblivious to the storm inside. Before I could focus on them, Logan took my chin, turning me back for another searing kiss. He pressed his palm against my lower abdomen, and with one final, deep thrust, he pressed down hard.

Unexpected Guest We continue our four days together with happiness in Maldives. Logan really made up for me, he even surprised me on our first day and night stays in our place. I am very happy with the romantic dinner date that he prepared for me. He really makes me the happiest woman. What I was hoping for on my birthday, he did in that place. I am overwhelmed. There are no seconds, minutes, hours, days, or moments that he does give his undivided attention. The longer it goes on, the more tender he becomes towards me. It is corny, but it feels good.

NADIA “Oh, right there! Fuck me harder, faster!” the words spill in a breathless, girlish gasp. I let out a quiet laugh, wondering what kind of pressure Felix was under to be watching p**n in his office. He came home late last night, and we didn’t get a chance to talk. I was buried in a document that couldn’t wait. I needed to clear my desk if I wanted to make time for our fourth wedding anniversary today. Wait!!

The template looked self-made, with icons for shopping, clubbing, spa, and restaurants. “It’s our very own activity logbook!” she announced. “I made it once Mama told me to come here, all the things I want us to do together while exploring New York City. Fun things. I hadn’t had the chance to show you cause, well… you’ve been too busy with your friend at the club…” “He’s not my friend,” I cut in. My fiancé apparently, but definitely not my friend. It was a strategic marriage, nothing else. Her eyes turned round and hopeful. “So, are you gonna do it?”

The kind of chill that crawled up your spine even in warm air. I turned. And saw him. Logan. Standing stiffly under the canopy of a nearby tree, arms crossed, jaw tight. His eyes locked onto mine, cold and unblinking. I’d been here for hours. And this was the first time I noticed him. Fiancé. Right. I resisted the urge to shift my stance or roll my shoulders. I just looked at him. Let him see I wasn’t afraid. That I wasn’t going anywhere. His gaze narrowed.

After that, William stopped coming. I did not think much of it. I simply went on living with Logan. We took walks by the sea. We shopped for groceries together. We curled up on the couch and watched movies. Billy remained as wild as ever, turning the apartment upside down. Logan would laugh, scold him lightly, and clean up the mess for me anyway. We grew closer with each passing day. Then one day, I sat in the bathroom with a pregnancy test in my hand and stared at it for a long time.

Vivian spat out bluntly, not caring about how I'd feel. Thelma chuckled lightly after hearing Vivian's Statement. My cheek flushed in embarrassment and I clenched my fists till my knuckles turned white. I caught eyes with my father whose expression was unreadable. “Also,” Vivian continued. “Logan often forgets the date of our wedding anniversary. He doesn't even see it as something special. Last year, we never got to celebrate it because he spent most of his time at work. And this year, I had to beg him before he could take me out!”

I don’t know was it fear of my past or my inner mind was warning me but I was feeling something bad is going to happen. I tried a lot to divert my mind, but nothing was working. Logan was taking extra care of me. We also went to visit the pack doctor and did our fertility test. Logan was keen to make me pregnant. I don’t know how his sex drive has increased tenfold. Before I used to faint because of pain. But now he makes me so much exhausted I fall asleep whenever we do it. Whenever he gets time, I find myself in bed tangling with him. Sometimes he doesn’t wait for coming to the bedroom.

But the air is warm as it tickles my skin in what I’d consider congratulations, and the windows close, and the thick curtains draw back against the rainy, early morning sky. Hours later we wake up slowly, naked and draped in my warm quilts. Logan pulls me to him and makes love to me slow and tender, every touch honed to my needs, my pleasure. I want to stay like this forever with him–joking and smiling as we shower, dress, and get ready for the day. I watch him button the shirt the house left out for him, laughing as he mentions getting married again at the Harvest Festival this year, in a few short weeks, knowing that’s impossible but pretending like he’s not leaving, and I’m not being left

Layla's P. O. V. For the next few days Logan and I had been the ideal couple. We completely bonded the night we'd gone to the fleur Del Mansioné and him painting me. After that I've never stopped thinking about him and he'd never stopped being lovely and kind to me. It was sickening and unimaginable.