B L A I R E

The past month has been a flurry of emotions. I was sure my jaw would fall off due to the numerous times I'd had to fake a smile. The invitations to my wedding were sent out in the first week. Wedding planners swarmed my house in the second week along with my mother, aunts and cousins forcing me in any dress in my size. By the third week, the preparations got more intense and to make matters worse I was seeing less of my husband-to-be who was most likely screwing his girlfriend in every position known to man.

My nights were accompanied by Astrid and Jeremy who were more than willing to help me drink my sorrows away. Jeremy was the highlight of it all, insulting Noah with every word present and absent in the dictionary. The morning after head pounding and dry throat were tolerable. In fact, I looked forward to them. Any other pain than the tear in my heart was welcomed.

The only upside to the weeks gone by were the moments I spent with Logan. He would accompany my day after the stress of a wedding. Tonight, I was obligated to attend my own bachelorette party which I pleaded to not go to. I played every game in the book. The period pain. The flu. I upped it a bit and tried my hand at pneumonia. Apparently, it was a law that the bride must attend.

However, I was successful in persuading them to stay in the country and not fly all the way to the South Pole. More specifically, Iceland. Hence, they decided on Los Angeles, The City of Angels. Meanwhile, I was informed by Gio that the bachelor's party was in Las Vegas. Not shocking, he refused to go for the safety of Noah.

I assigned Astrid as my bartender, handing me any liquor at any time of the day I request it.

"Blaire, let's go or we'll miss our flight." My aunt reminded me while I sat immobile in the car, at the same time she as well as the others were already walking in the airport. Exiting the car, I slide the sunglasses from the top of my head and over my eyes.

Astrid came by my side, linking her hand with mine. "Think of this as more of a well deserved vacation than a bachelorette party."

It didn't take me by no surprise that Astrid was the only one who saw through me. I half expected my cousin would at least see that I wasn't in the mood. But it is what it is. As soon as we arrived in LA, we wasted no time in getting our party on. During the day, we shopped, forgetting about our balance every now and then. The mood was lifted and there was a surge of happiness that took a hold of me. A feeling of contentment filled inside me.

Without my realization, my shadow on the street began to become shorter and shorter until it was no longer there. Back at our hotel room when we were calling it a night, there was a knock on the door.

"Blaire Simmonds." The men in soldier uniforms asked.

Folding my arms over my chest in suspicion, "Yes? Who's asking."

Mischief glistening in their eyes, they each shared a look before bursting into the room. Not having the time to ask them to leave, their clothes start falling to the floor. I have no idea where the music came from but it began to blast through the room, setting the mood for the strippers to dance provocatively.

My cousins and Astrid showed up with a good amount of money in their hand and three bottles of champagne.

"Happy bachelorette to the bride-to-be!" They synchronized in a sing-song tone. My spirits brightened, a sudden flare of joy coursed through me. Nothing else mattered but us girls having fun with the dancers in the City of Angels.

My cousins were not ones to hold back when it came to enjoying themselves. Phoebe was having the time of her life, grinding her body against the strippers's dick. He was so engrossed by her and pushed himself against her. Mia, on the other hand was pouring money all over the men's bodies that surrounded her, shoving bills in the waistband of each of their underpants. When she ran out of money, she popped open a glass of champagne and poured it over their bodies.

Finally, it was all over and I was hopping out of the shower when a message was notified on my phone. It was from an unknown number. I opened the message to see a video of Noah at his bachelor's party fucking the stripper. A fire boiled up in me, disappointed in myself as to why I expected him to draw the line at not cheating on his bachelor's party.

Towel wrapped around my naked, wet body I pushed the bathroom door with much force that brought Astrid's attention to me. I couldn't verbally tell her because I didn't want to see the look on her face telling me that I was stupid to still go through with the wedding. Even then, I threw the phone on the bed in front of her. She picked it up and watched the video with a creased forehead.

"I don't need you to say it, I know. I deserve better but I don't...I can't just..." I had no idea what I wanted to say. It was as if my brain ran out of excuses to convince myself that I was still doing the right thing. After all this time, hope to save my relationship left my body. Letting out a heavy sigh, my body fell like dead weight, water pooling at the corner of my eyes.

"It's okay. Whatever you decide, I'm here with you," she promised.

"Tequila?" I suggested and she let out a small laugh.

"I snuck some in, having a feeling you might need it later." She took a bottle of tequila out of her suitcase and poured some in the wine glasses. No words were exchanged, just two friends drinking in the wee earl of the morning not wanting to worry about the troubles in life.

It was an impulsive decision I had no sense of making, still I didn't care. There was only one place I needed to be and I planned on going there with a sound mind. I booked a flight back home after our drinking session and Astrid dozed off. As early as the sun peeked over the horizon, a bottle of water was attached to my lips from LA to Connecticut.

Uneasy breathing, shaky legs and legs, I stood outside Logan's door. I rang the doorbell a minute ago but he hadn't answered yet. This was a bad idea, I shouldn't have come. He's clearly not home. I turned to leave when I heard the door open, revealing the dark haired Bloom man in a plain white shirt.

"Blaire? What are you doing here? I thought you were at your bachelorette party." He looks behind, probably wondering if his sister was with me.

"I was and I should be but it didn't feel right. You're the first man I've felt comfortable with and felt overwhelming things with. If I was having a bad day, I thought of you because I knew anything you said or did would make me forget why I was upset in the first place. If I was having a good day, my first thought is to call you and tell you about it. Noah has never made me feel those things in the years I've been with him. Given the circumstances, I shouldn't be expressing these feelings but I couldn't live with myself if I didn't at least let you know." I revealed, heart beating so fast I was worried I might go into cardiac arrest.

He stood there staring at me for what felt like a long time, lips parted. I took a step backward, realizing the mistake I've made. We had a good relationship and I read the signals wrong.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sabotage our friendship. Just forget—" I was pulled into his chest, pushing my hair behind my ear and kissed me. His lips were warm and soft. I was still for a second allowing my brain to process what was happening. I gasp when he softly bit my lip, allowing his tongue to slip inside. As if it were even possible, my heart sped up more as I threw my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his hair causing him to let out a low groan in my mouth.

He lifted me off the ground and into his arms, using his leg to close the door behind us and rest my back against the door. He pulled his face away from me, his dark eyes blown out with lust as he took me in and breathing a little heavy.

"You didn't ruin the friendship, if there was any on my part. I was courting without you knowing," he confessed in a hushed tone.

I pulled his face closer to him, our lips brushing against each other, "I'm glad you did." He didn't bother carrying me to his room and settled for his couch. Warmth blossomed in my chest as he lay kisses along my neck. Ripping my clothes off, his eyes scan over my body. He didn't look at me as a casual fuck but as the most precious thing in the world. Butterflies swarm in my stomach, I brought my hand down to cover my body but he held my hands to stop me.

"You don't need to hide yourself from me, Blaire. You're perfect in every meaning of the word," he spoke in a quiet tone, placing soft kisses from my eyelids to my lips.

I gasp, feeling emotion with each kiss. His legs on either side of my body, he sat up and removed his clothes slowly, allowing me to watch him. Allowing me to appreciate the perfection of his body. My eyes caught a scar on his left shoulder. I've seen enough movies to identify it as a bullet wound. I lean forward on my elbows and tenderly press my lips on his scar. I glance into his eyes to see him staring at me with an unreadable expression.

He lifts me by the waist, setting me on his lap, his cock teasing my opening. He rests his hand on my jaw, his thumb caressing his ever so gently. "Do you want me to stop?"

I shake my head causing him to grip my jaw tightly but not enough to hurt. "Use your words, gorgeous. Do you want me to stop?"

"No." He pushes his mushroom tip inside, resulting in me letting out a soft whimper. He pulls me into his body, my head falling into his neck. His hand falls to my ass as he lifts me up and down on his cock.

"Dammit, Blaire, you feel good," He grunts, slamming himself up inside me. I hold onto his shoulders and push back on him. He leans forward and covers his mouth with mine, our lips moving in sync, moaning in each other's mouths. He pushes the hair away from my face and whispers so softly, I almost didn't hear him. "You don't know it yet but you're my girl."

I heard the words leave his mouth but my brain was refusing to comprehend it because my heart was aching in pain and lust. He drives into me harder and faster, both of us finding our rhythm. "Fuck, you're big."

"You're doing good, gorgeous." He kisses along my neck, sucking my skin hard enough to leave marks. I arch my back, rubbing myself against his hard cock. He spreads my ass a little wider and slams inside me. I let out a sound I didn't know I was capable of making. My pussy clenched around him while I tug onto his hair causing him to let out a groan. We rock against each other until I come all over his cock. His hold on my waist tightens as he thrust more into me until he lets out a loud roar in pleasure, hugging me to his body.

"Blaire." He stops himself from saying whatever was on his mind. He stares into my eyes for a long period of time, the corner of his lips lifts up slightly and leans forward pecking my lips and leans me back on the couch as he stands to his feet. "Get some rest." Due to exhaustion, my eyes quickly close and my mind is now at rest.

When I woke up, he was sitting on the stool, one arm resting on the island as he watched me in wonder while I slept. I would've found it weird but it was quite adorable. With him, my heart leaped in joy and happiness danced through my thoughts. It was the happiest I'd ever been in my life.

Looking down at my naked body under the covers, realization hit me. I sat up quickly on the couch. Logan rested his mug down behind him on the island and looked back at me cautiously. He knew. A pang flooded in my chest, knowing that he knew but waited for me to realize it as well. His eyes didn't give away if he was hurt, which confused me.

"That shouldn't have happened. It was a lapse in judgment on my part. I was sent a video of Noah cheating on me with a paid stripper at his bachelor party and I made the impulsive decision to see you." I spat whatever my mouth allowed me to, whether truth or not. My eyes glanced up at him, his tongue ran along the inside of his cheek, his eyes cast to the floor.

"So, you used me." His voice was hard.

No, never. I don't know what I'm saying. Stop me. "Yes."

He abruptly stood up from the stool, it knocked over to the ground. "See, I don't believe that. You can't even look me in the eyes right now. Are you so scared thinking you've stooped to his level, that you're willing to let go of the one thing that makes you happy?"

I said nothing. What was I supposed to say when he was right.

He held my chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing me to look in his eyes pooling with an immense amount of emotions. "You're not like him. There is a time when you've had enough and you decided to choose happiness and put yourself first."

His words struck to close, I stepped out of his hold, clutching the cover tighter to my body. My eyes traveled everywhere around the house except him, "You're wrong. My happiness is walking down that aisle, meeting my husband-to-be on the other side. Vowing to God and our families to cherish each other."

"His vow wouldn't mean shit, Blaire! I'm not asking you to choose between him or me; I wouldn't put you in that position. I'm begging you to choose between your peace of mind and him."

I felt his eyes on me as I put on my clothes not giving him an answer. I was too caught up in my head to make any more impulsive decisions. Without saying goodbye, I left, not being able to handle the way my heart was being held in a tight fist. Before I was even off his porch, I heard things being thrown all over, glass breaking and the sound of his fists hitting something.

If I was sure of anything, it would be that tequila was the only thing that could give me peace of mind right now.

24/01/22

Au revoir...

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