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Logan can’t stand her; I can never quite get my head around it though; it’s frustrating to say the least. Life would be a whole lot easier, if they’d just get along.
“So, are you up for joining us? We can head back to your place for the night, if you don’t want to stay at our house”.
Logan lets out a long sigh, “I’m exhausted, and I have a stack of paperwork to do when I get home. How about you and Brooklyn go out and have fun, and we can get together tomorrow for lunch?” Opening my car door for me, Logan grips the top of the door; leaning down our lips connect for a short, sweet kiss.
Pulling away from my lips, he leaves them aching for more. Smiling up at him, I gaze into his mesmerizing, bright blue eyes. “Okay, but you know if you want me to skip the club and stay in with you tonight, I’m fine with that. I can pop some popcorn, and watch a movie or something while you work?”
“No, don’t be silly; you go have fun and dance until your feet want to fall off. You’ve worked all week; you deserve to have some fun,” with another quick kiss, he’s in his car and driving away.
Buckling up, I turn the key, firing up the engine. I love my car; it was a gift from my parents last year for my twenty-third birthday. They thought my last car had been driven long enough…If you consider four and a half years a long time, that is. It’s a white, 2012 A5 convertible; my dream car, and a huge step up from the convertible Volkswagen Beetle my parents bought me for my high school graduation.
Tonight I’m going to have fun with or without Logan. Sometimes it’s depressing having a boyfriend who would rather sit at home and read Time magazine than go out clubbing with me. I guess it comes with the territory when you’re dating a thirty-two year old focused on building a business empire, and not so much into going out and partying.
He said he did all that in college, now it’s time to focus on making his business a success. That’s one of the many reasons I love him, though. He’s determined to build a successful business to provide for us when it comes time to getting married, and start a family.
Walking into our two-story Hollywood Hills home, Brooklyn is already dressed to impress in a very tight, very revealing black dress, with a plunging neckline and open back. She’s paired it with fantastic black, glitter peep toe heels; their red soles easily distinguishing them as Christian Louboutin to anyone who knows anything about shoes.
I whistle when she spins in front of me, “You look HOT! I think you’re going to be beating the boys off you at Vertigo tonight!”
Brooklyn is gorgeous. She has intense, brown eyes and dark auburn hair, which cascades in light curls around her face, and stops to draw attention to the right place on her impressive chest. She’s a good few inches taller than me, with legs to die for. They seem to go on forever – one of the reasons; I imagine; guys cannot keep their eyes off of her.
“Thank you,” she laughs. “All I know, is I’m finding myself a hot guy to go home with. I skipped the gym today, but fully intend on getting a good, hard workout in tonight.” A small laugh escapes her lips. Winking at me, she struts up to the kitchen island and hops up onto a bar stool.
Rolling my eyes, I flash a small smile at Brooklyn as I head into my room to get ready. “Believe me, dressed like that, there’s no way you will have a problem finding a nice piece of ass to help you burn off some calories.”
I pick out my favorite white halter dress, the one with silver sequins around my neck. I need something stylish but cool, because God knows; it’s going to be smoldering in that club. I throw on a pair of silver glitter heels, and I’m ready to go.
“Let me guess? Logan was tired, and insisted we go to the club on our own? I honestly don’t know what you see in that guy. Yeah, he’s freaking hotter than hot, but he has the personality of a ninety year old
“So, are you up for joining us? We can head back to your place for the night, if you don’t want to stay at our house”.
Logan lets out a long sigh, “I’m exhausted, and I have a stack of paperwork to do when I get home. How about you and Brooklyn go out and have fun, and we can get together tomorrow for lunch?” Opening my car door for me, Logan grips the top of the door; leaning down our lips connect for a short, sweet kiss.
Pulling away from my lips, he leaves them aching for more. Smiling up at him, I gaze into his mesmerizing, bright blue eyes. “Okay, but you know if you want me to skip the club and stay in with you tonight, I’m fine with that. I can pop some popcorn, and watch a movie or something while you work?”
“No, don’t be silly; you go have fun and dance until your feet want to fall off. You’ve worked all week; you deserve to have some fun,” with another quick kiss, he’s in his car and driving away.
Buckling up, I turn the key, firing up the engine. I love my car; it was a gift from my parents last year for my twenty-third birthday. They thought my last car had been driven long enough…If you consider four and a half years a long time, that is. It’s a white, 2012 A5 convertible; my dream car, and a huge step up from the convertible Volkswagen Beetle my parents bought me for my high school graduation.
Tonight I’m going to have fun with or without Logan. Sometimes it’s depressing having a boyfriend who would rather sit at home and read Time magazine than go out clubbing with me. I guess it comes with the territory when you’re dating a thirty-two year old focused on building a business empire, and not so much into going out and partying.
He said he did all that in college, now it’s time to focus on making his business a success. That’s one of the many reasons I love him, though. He’s determined to build a successful business to provide for us when it comes time to getting married, and start a family.
Walking into our two-story Hollywood Hills home, Brooklyn is already dressed to impress in a very tight, very revealing black dress, with a plunging neckline and open back. She’s paired it with fantastic black, glitter peep toe heels; their red soles easily distinguishing them as Christian Louboutin to anyone who knows anything about shoes.
I whistle when she spins in front of me, “You look HOT! I think you’re going to be beating the boys off you at Vertigo tonight!”
Brooklyn is gorgeous. She has intense, brown eyes and dark auburn hair, which cascades in light curls around her face, and stops to draw attention to the right place on her impressive chest. She’s a good few inches taller than me, with legs to die for. They seem to go on forever – one of the reasons; I imagine; guys cannot keep their eyes off of her.
“Thank you,” she laughs. “All I know, is I’m finding myself a hot guy to go home with. I skipped the gym today, but fully intend on getting a good, hard workout in tonight.” A small laugh escapes her lips. Winking at me, she struts up to the kitchen island and hops up onto a bar stool.
Rolling my eyes, I flash a small smile at Brooklyn as I head into my room to get ready. “Believe me, dressed like that, there’s no way you will have a problem finding a nice piece of ass to help you burn off some calories.”
I pick out my favorite white halter dress, the one with silver sequins around my neck. I need something stylish but cool, because God knows; it’s going to be smoldering in that club. I throw on a pair of silver glitter heels, and I’m ready to go.
“Let me guess? Logan was tired, and insisted we go to the club on our own? I honestly don’t know what you see in that guy. Yeah, he’s freaking hotter than hot, but he has the personality of a ninety year old
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