My head is pounding and my mouth is dry. A loud noise forces my eyes to open.
The figure with the blonde mop of hair is leaned forward trying to collect his jeans. I lift the covers up and see that all I'm wearing is my black lingerie, at least I'm not naked haha.
"Did we...?" I swallow. He turns around and a smile appears on his face, oh god.
"Don't worry you were great." He chuckles.
I put me hands in front of my face and let myself fall back into the pillow, why? Brooke why?
"I'm just messing with ya, if we did you would've remembered." He smirks.
"So what happened exactly, the last thing I remember is doing shots with Mark."
He laughs, "Well that wasn't your last drink that night." As he crawls back onto the bed and sits next to me with his back leaning against the backboard.
"We were the only ones left downstairs when you realized you forgot your keys, so I had to take you in." A chuckle escapes my mouth, I'm such an idiot.
"Thanks for giving me shelter."
"Anytime." A comforting tap on my leg.
"You just couldn't leave your clothes on and refused to let me sleep anywhere else." Logan says, clearly amused by the events of last night. "But I wasn't sober either, far from it actually."
"I'm gonna go grab a water, can I borrow a shirt or something?"
"Of course" He hands me a 'smash' shirt and heads to take a shower.
As I make my way to the living room of the penthouse a small brown haired man is chilling on the couch. "Hey" I say feeling slightly oncomfortable wearing only a shirt. He probably thinks we slept together.
"Hi, it's Evan" The dwarf raises his hand.
"Nice to meet you Evan, I'm Brooke."
Logan walks in. Only wearing a towel around his waist, the water drops glistering on his muscular chest. "Good morning young doggiee! Good morning Evan." Evan winks at Logan while nodding his head in my direction.
"We didn't have sex, Evan" He laughs.
"Too bad." Evan replies with a smirk.
"Yeah just pretend I'm not still here." They both chuckle.
"I'm going to take a shower." Once in the bathroom I cringe, my makeup is smeared all over my face and my hair is one big knot. The hot water washes away the old sweat and leftover makeup. I brush my hair with the hairbrush on the counter and use, probably his, toothbrush to clean my teeth. A soft towel covers my naked body as I walk into his bedroom, maybe he has some clothes in here, I open a drawer. His boxers, sweats and sweater will have to do.
"Is it okay if I return these later?" Plucking at the top.
He laughs at the sight of me in his large clothes. "Keep them. Do you wanna go get breakfast or something?"
"No I think it's best if I go talk to the front desk about my key and head back home, thank you for last night though I had a great time."
"Suit yourself." Clearly displeased with my rejection.
Once home, I tell myself that I need to get my shit together. First things first, Advil my head is killing me. Then I send the filmed footage to my editor, I know everyone thinks that youtubes do this themselves. But most people are way too busy to take up that task, with my crowded schedule I couldn't possibly edit everything. Of course I do oversee it and make sure everything is to my liking. Also I don't know any successful youtuber that does this themselves anymore.
I change into some fresh ripped jeans but keep the sweatshirt on, it's actually surprisingly soft.
From Logan:
Watched some of your video's you're actually funny, who'd have thought?! That prank you pulled on Amanda is pure savagery. I respect that!
To Logan:
Good you've finally caught on to my savage sense of humor. It's an honor getting such a compliment from the master of vloging, I am truly honored. Don't think you'll be getting this sweatshirt back btw, IT'S INSANELY SOFT!!!
From Logan:
Ha you are welcome. The hottest and softest merch in the game son! You can order more at LoganPaul.com/shop
From Josh:
I'll be there in 10, we have a merch meeting to get to! And don't forget the shoot for your feature in 'Elle' Magazine is this afternoon.
Oh crap, my chaotic mind already forgot about this shoot. Some face serum, lip balm and a spray of perfume make me feel fresh again. I'm sure the makeup artist knows how to handle the bags under my eyes.
A knock on the door stops me from running around my apartment. I open the door en welcome Josh. "You look like crap! Did you go out or something?!" He says on a worried tone.
"Yeah..." He shakes his head and laughs.
"Shouldn't we go?" I ask him slightly out of breath.
"You don't really think I'll let you wear a 'Maverick by Logan Paul' sweatshirt to your own merchandise development meeting.
"Right!" I chuckle quickly putting a simple top on, I'm grateful Josh doesn't ask questions he knows me too well.
(the outfit)
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As we drive down Hollywood Boulevard in his convertible Porsche Josh asks, "So Logan Paul huh?, Internet star, actor, daily vlogger, director, overall sex symbol and basically a true social media genius."
I roll my eyes, why is literally everyone obsessed with Logan Paul? Josh is gay wich is quite convenient for me because he knows his way around men and it gives us something to talk about besides business. "He is also part of the 'Collective Digital Studio' you know?"
"Yeah I know."
"His manager, Jeff and I are good friends. This could benefit us in the future..."
