The door creaked open, and Logan instantly tore himself away from Charlotte. His heart pounded in his chest, the sudden intrusion snapping him back to reality. It was Nacho who had opened the door, his expression unreadable as he took in the scene before him. He had just arrived to inform Logan that it was time to head home.
Charlotte, however, didn’t seem the least bit fazed. A sly smile curled on her lips as she leaned in and pecked Logan on the cheek, her touch light yet lingering. As she did, her hand slid down, squeezing his manhood seductively before she pulled away. “Goodbye, Logan,” she whispered, her voice dripping with a mix of satisfaction and mischief.
Logan’s face flushed with embarrassment, his mind reeling from the mix of emotions crashing over him. Anger, guilt, and an un
