Complete 《《 Logan Paul Fan Fic *Discontinued*

T W E N T Y T H R E E

I woke up the next morning in my bed, It was bright out and no one was there with me. No one between my arms. No trace of Alex.

I got out of bed, realising how dizzy I was. I grabbed somthing to eat, and went back to my room to eat, closing the blinds. I was thirsty.

My head pounded and I felt hazy. I tried to recall yesterday, but the last thing I remeber, we were watching some movie at George's house.

I texted our group chat asked what the others remebered from last night. I lay back in bed puzzling over the scattered memories. It was rainy in LA. I hated when it was rainy. It made me feel lethargic. I dozed off again, still exhausted from last night.

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"Logan!"

I woke up to manager Jeff shaking me awake. I opened my eyes abruptly, looking around.

"Lets go," He motioned to follow him. I sat up on my elbows.

"Where?" I asked still sleepy.

"To your new house?" He asked. My eyes widened. I flopped out of bed and changed into Maverick Merch. I grabbed my phone and kong, before heading out to meet Jeff. He drove us to my new house. I still was in awe.

Lydia was already there, doing some adulting sh*t on her computer.

"The movers are getting your stuff in thirty minutes!" She yelled so I could hear her.

I smiled still in awe that this house is mine. I set kong down and walked over to the dining room, sitting next to Brendon, who was also on his computer. I put my forearms on the table, smiling, while looking between them. Lydia's eyes moved from her computer to my dorky smile. She lowered her eyes back down to her computer. I stood up, not sure what to do with myself.

I stepped into the backyard. I was going to open my vlog before I got a call. It was Ayla. Its been a while since I talked to her.

"Hello?" I dropped my vlogging arm down to my side.

"Hey Logan," Ayla replied in a quiet, almost calm voice. Its thr type of tone you rarely hear; from anyone.

"What's up?" I asked again, anxious to get on with my day.

"I was just thinking of you..." She trailed off. Her words rolled off her tounge slowly, making me question her emotions.

"And..."

"I thought you would be stressed from moving and we should get together tonight," She was confident in her words. "Maybe loosen up a bit..." She trailed off again, making it sound as if she was going to continue to speak;or maybe to make sure I processed the words, and they sunk in.

"Umm, that sounds dope. Im just not sure how today is going to go down," I explained. Ayla was quiet for a second.

"Maybe... you should tell Jeff to take care of it, and you can come to my place for the day," Her tone was messing with me. What does she want?

"I mean... that sounds great Ayla, but I dont think thats realistic,"

"Logan," Her tone changed for once. It was more of a pleading voice, unlike her slow, taunting voice.

"Is somthing going on Ayla?" A wave of fear ran through me. Ayla was amazing, and I dont want to see her hurt.

"Ummm... I just... I really dont want to be alone right now," Her voice became quiet, and I could tell she was close to tears. I had to go. Somthing was wrong.

"Ill be there soon," I hung up quickly.

"Hey Jeff, theres a emergency, Ill be at Ayla's most of the day, so take care of the move. Okay?" I ran off, grabbing the keys.

"Logan you need to be-"

"Thanks!" I yelled back behind me shoulder. I started up the yeti and pulled out of my driveway.

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I burst through the door, looking around for Ayla. She turned a corner, looking up at me with sweet eyes. I looked her up and down, checking for any injuries. She had a sports bra and short shorts on. D*mn.

"Whats going on?" I asked quickly, walking towards her. Her dark brown eyes looked into mine. She took my hand and pulled me to sit on her couch. I felt her mood change. I sat facing her on the couch. She let a small smile cross her face, confusing me. What does she want?

She stood up on her knees and pushed my shoulders harshly, just to get me to move. I leaned back into the couch, and she slowly crawled over me. As she hovered over me, I couldnt help but smile back at her.

I pulled her face down to mine, Pressing my lips into hers. Her hair touched the side of my face, and she kept a hand on my chest, the other on my cheek. I had my hand on the back of her head lightly, and the other rubbing the side of her arm.

I almost forgot how slow and teasing her lips were. She moved her hand through my hair, before traveling down my side, and under my shirt. I tried to speed up the kiss, but she continued to move her slow, frustraiting way. I grunted, and pulled her hair, expressing my annoyance. This only made her smile.

Her hand moved up my stomach, taking my shirt with it. When she got to my chest I helped her, by leaving her lips amd quickly pulling my shirt off, before continuing our kiss. Her tasteful lips touched mine, and she occasionally let her teeth gently pull my lip. I moved my hand lower down her back, slowly, finaly making it to her perfect a$$. I gave it a light squeeze.

"mmmmm," She hummed into my lips. I pulled her shorts off swiftly. Her hand traveled back down my stomach, to the waistband of my joggers. I pulled at her lip wanting to enter her mouth. I let my other hand go on top of hers, helping her, because I was getting impatient.

She opened her mouth slightly, so I tried to move my tounge in before it was to late. Ayla closed her lips before my tounge made it. What is with this girl? I thought. She smiled at my frustration. I decided to push her hand down the side of my pants. I was trying everything I could to speed this up, but Ayla wouldnt take it.

She allowed her hand under my pants. Her small hands slid smoothly against my underwear. I left her hand, to put mine on her back. Ayla opened her mouth slightly again, but this time I was ready, and I slid my toung into her mouth as fast as I could. I humed in delight. She smiled.

Her legs shuffled on top of me. She grabbed the elastic of my joggers with both hands pulling it down. She broke the kiss to get my pants all the way off, because she was to short. She was back on her knees. I took my chance to sit up, and once my pants were on the floor, I took controll. Now I was on top, Ayla was no longer in control. Before I clasped her lips, I stare down at her. She licked her lips.

I pushed the hair out of my forehead with my thumb. I brought my face to hers. We were now left in only out undergarments.

CLIFFHANGER!
I totaly didnt do that on purpose...
Any way this chapter was inspired by some yt video I watched, talking about Layla and how they had a secret relationship.

Is Layla true?

I think it is because if she was only an assistant, why was he so touchy with her? Lydia is not really as highlighted in his vlogs.

Anyways
Thanks gor being patient with my upload scedule.

One more thing- I decided to not do hockey this year so that will open up my scedule this year, but I still do plan to workout almost everyday. Plus I might be doing some other stuff.

Thanks for all the support Duds ILY!
Peace out my Duds.

~ Marie

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