Since I was a kid, making it into the World Hockey League was the ultimate goal. No relationship could match my first love, and after my rough childhood, I wasn't putting my heart on the line.
When Bellerive makes a successful bid to move the Califo...
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Logan Bishop is a sex wizard who is actually centuries old. It's the only logical explanation for his ability to almost literally snap his fingers and have me come. It's unnatural.
When the season ends, I don't know how I'll go back to regular sex with a normal man. Logan has ruined me. Set the standard so impossibly high when other men aren't likely to rise to the challenge like Logan would. Most people aren't hyper competitive about every aspect of their lives.
But I have to say, it's working out well for me so far.
Logan's gone to practice, and I've been putting off dropping the update I need to set free in the family chat. Given that I was dating Dalton—quite seriously as far as anyone knows—a few months ago, showing up with Logan at the cocktail party will create a stir.
With the chat open, my fingers hover over the keyboard, and I try to think of the most blasé version of my life.
Just a heads up. Logan Bishop and I are dating. Super casual. But he's coming with me tonight.
Doesn't he hate those things? Ava's the first to reply, which makes sense because her phone is an appendage. I've asked him to a bunch of stuff, and he keeps saying no.
Does he know it's casual? Gage drops in next. His phone is constantly in his hand making real estate deals. Because if he's coming tonight and he hates those things, you might be casual, but he's not.
I close my eyes as my phone begins a continuous vibration. Rather than reading the rest of their replies, I set it on the counter facedown. Their negativity is not what I need in my life. Coming off the back of my disaster of a relationship with Dalton, incredible sex and low commitment is exactly what I want. Logan and I have an agreement, and I'm not letting my family shit all over it as though we're not two consenting adults.
I can already predict their responses. Whether she makes it obvious or not, Maren will be judgmental about his age, and Nathaniel will preach caution since he's a professional athlete with constant offers—some of which have apparently been coming from my younger sister.
Despite all that, they'll stand beside me or behind me tonight. Because that's what we do. As kids, we were often united subtly or forcefully against our parents, and as adults, we come together when we need to against anyone and anything.
Now I just have to figure out what to wear. Maybe a little more subdued than normal to slip under the radar when we arrive together.
***
Logan knocks on my door at the time we're supposed to be arriving at the cocktail party. An earlier pick up time was supposed to mean we'd be at the palace before everyone else. I told him I needed to help Maren set up, but that was a lie. Earlier equated to less people and less general fuss. It's believable that Logan would have a soft spot for animals, and since we know each other, would spend time talking at the event. Arriving together with a bigger audience is a whole other vibe.
