A dark haired skinny girl is sitting on his bed, dressed in black lingerie wearing a full face of makeup. "Ghello, You want tresome. yes?" She says in a Russian accent.
"No." I tell her angrily.
I roll my eyes, sigh and push Logan away from me. "Asshole!" As I make my way out of his bedroom.
I thought perhaps he would chase after me, but he probably knew it would've been useless. I know that if nothing had interrupted us we would have had sex. He had his shot and he ruined it, he knows that.
The next morning.
As the light from outside burns my eyes, I squirm. An the events of last night come rushing back just as my headache. Bloody hell, I literally almost had sex with Logan....fuck!
Yeah 'fuck' you had that right.
Am I gonna pretend this never happened? Is he? Will it happen again? Why did I do this? Do I wanna have sex with him?
Brooke, stop it! I tell myself, this is ridiculous.
To get my mind off of things I open my phone to look at my schedule for today:
06:30 Morning workout.
09:00 Fitting for Ralph Lauren campagn.
14:00 Fitting Fendi
20:00 Catch up on emails and social media
22:00 evening workout with trainer.
+ Get footage for the next vlog.
I look at the time, 8 AM. Shit I missed my first gym session, Josh won't be happy with me. I take a quick shower, moisture my face and get ready for my fitting at 9 AM.
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A vintage Valentino suit is the outfit i choose to get make me feel fierce. I run downstairs, no one is home, thank god. A banana will have to do this morning, I take a bite and run out the door.
Just when I open the front door I'm met with Logan and his entire crew. They're filming some kind of segment for the vlog. He looks at me and then to the ground.
"Good morning." I say to no one in particular.
Logan murmurs something while scratching the back of his neck.
I grab my car, lower the roof only to make my way out of there as fast as possible, that was so fucking awkward...
When I arrive at the Ralph Lauren warehouse I immediately get jumped by a tall happy figure who immediately embraces me. I look up confused to see the happy face of my good friend Jordan Barret.
