Olivia's POV
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts. Logan had left about an hour ago, mumbling something about an early morning meeting as he fumbled with his shoes.
My body felt satisfied, but my brain wouldn't shut up. It replayed earlier moments – Logan's eager touches, his familiar rhythm. But then, like some cosmic joke, Christopher's face would pop into my head.
I rolled over, burying my face in the pillow. "Ugh, go away, you a stupidly handsome billionaire," I groaned as if my muffled words could banish Christopher from my thoughts.
No such luck.
With a frustrated sigh, I reached for my phone on the nightstand. Some music would drown out the chaos in my head.
As the screen lit up, my heart skipped a beat. There was a message from M
