Logan Howlett!Human!AU
He works as a Architect and he has a daughter from a previous marriage, he's 40.
This is a writing exercise, just randomly writing some things that make a story , it might not be cleanist, or edited, there might be plot error...
You didn't get Logan's number that night and you regretted it the next morning. You sat in your bed in the attic of the shop, staring at the ceiling as you thought of every touch, every noise, his deep voice echoing in your ears. You haven't ever been that reckless, the couple of guys you've had sex with could never compare to what happened with Logan. Even though they had more time and more resources, Logan didn't need too much to screw you up completely. Your curiosity is also creeping up on you as you think of could have possibly happened if Eva hadn't interrupted or if he had taken you home rather than just fucking you in the bathroom. But you couldn't blame Logan, you wanted it just as much as he did.
You heard your grandma's alarm go off from downstairs, you sigh, knowing that you couldn't wallow in bed. In order for your grandma to have a good morning, you need to convince her that you should open her book shop and when she is ready you and her could go and get coffee. She did a lot of working up front and overextending herself, but you ran everything behind the scenes. Your grandfather also helped out with the shop, but he was really focused on the church and music. You would do anything for your grandparents, when you were only 14 you were taken from your mother's custody for neglect, and you had three older siblings who were out of the house by the time this was happening. But you and your little brother, Caleb, were taken in by your grandparents. You and Caleb went from a small house to a 4-story building, the first two floors were the bookshop while the third floor was a living space with one bedroom and an attic. You loved working at the shop, and it was your solace after a long day from school.
You were quick to start your morning, getting into your bathroom and starting to get ready. You thought about back when you and your brother shared this room growing up, divided by a sheet. You were lucky that the bathroom was on your side, you always got to the bathroom first. When he was 18, he left the city, he made it clear that he didn't want to be anywhere near our mother. He was away at the college, in his second year, he's enjoying the freedom and the clarity of space from your family.
You were ready to head downstairs after changing into a white button up and some high waisted jeans with loafers before going to aide your grandma in making breakfast.
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Later that morning, you were surprised when you got downstairs, and Eva was already waiting for you outside of the shop. You grabbed out your keys from your pocket and walked over to unlock the door for her. She had two ice coffees for the two of you and then two warm plain coffees for your grandparents. "Good Morning sunshine." Eva greeted.
"What are you doing here so early?" You asked.
"Because Justin needs to know if you fucked his boss or not." Eva deadpanned.
"Well good morning Ms. Eva." Mary replied, as she slowly came down the stairs, holding on to the railing before waddling over to the counter for her coffee. "Well, did you?"
"I am not answering that question." You gritted as you brought your straw up to sip on your pumpkin ice coffee, the most basic bitch drink, but you drank up the fake pumpkin taste.
