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"That cannot happen again." Sunny spoke breaking the silence between us. We must have been sitting in my car for a solid five minutes without saying a word to each other.
"Why?" I said I not bothering to look at her. I kept my eyes...
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"We are going to be late!" I giggled trying to roll out of the bed.
I managed to get my feet on the ground and attempted to run away from my sex crazed boyfriend. As expected Logan did not take too kindly to that.
"Where do you think you are going?" He said grabbing me by my waist and pulling me back on the bed to lie on top of him.
"We have to be at the airport." I moaned enjoying the sensation of Logan's fingers playing with my nipples.
"One more round baby. I'll be quick." He said softly with a playful grin on his face.
No he won't!
"When are you ever quick?" I giggled running my hand through his long blonde hair. "Sunny, do you know how bad I want you?" He said running his hand between my thighs.
I could not tell this man no. How could I? Not after the Christmas gifts he gave me. Not only did he buy me a brand new fucking car. He got me all of these designer clothes, shoes, and handbags that I would never be able to afford. To put icing on the cake he went out and booked a trip to Mexico.
"Get on you back." He demanded.
I smiled and did what I was told and rolled on my back. Logan hovered on top of me and planted kisses on my face. Just right when he was about to enter himself inside of me the doorbell rang.
I heard the sound of Dallas and Hendricks hysterical laughter. I completely forgot I told them to meet up with us at the house so we can go to the airport together.
"You have got to be kidding me!" I groaned aggravated at my friends interrupting us.
"Fuck!" Logan said equally frustrated.
I quickly jumped out of bed and threw on my dress that was on the floor. When I got downstairs and opened the door. Hendricks and Dallas stormed in wearing sombreros and playing salsa music from their phones.
The familiar scent of tequila followed after them. I looked up at them to take a good look at their faces.
They were drunk!
Both of them!
It was five in the morning!
What in the actual fuck!
Hayley walked in after them and I can see it in her face she was exhausted. She spent the majority of the day emotional. I feel so guilty. If I knew Marcus was going to be a fucking moron and humiliate her I would have never told her to talk to him.
