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"Please tell me you're enjoying yourself!" Sarah wraps her arms around my waist and kisses my cheek.

I chuckle at her tight grip, my hand pushing a few strands behind her ear. My other hand holding her jaw, I tilt her head up to me and lean down less than an inch from her lips. "I am." I press my lips to hers softly, before pulling away. Her eyes were still closed when we parted, but a sweet smile rested on her lips when she looked at me.

"I love you, Logan. So much." She rests her head on my chest, still not letting me go. Though, I didn't mind. I kissed her forehead and rocked slowly to the music. A slow song was playing in the reserved club, Sarah paid off the owner to let us use it for the night. A few bartenders and a band, followed by a handful of waitresses remained.

The party had begun less than an hour ago, Sarah told me almost everyone was here. She wouldn't tell me who, but I noticed Pete wasn't here and my dad had yet to arrive. I had no problem waiting, we snacked on

hors d'oeuvres and danced to the music. There were around forty people here. All of my family, cousins and all, my friends from college, coworkers, and a few of Sarah's friends.

There was a table with a mountain of gifts for me, which I was not expecting. Curiosity and excitement creeped in every time I saw someone place a gift down, I'm still a child at heart, okay?

The doors opened and Pete stepped through with his arms stretched wide like he owned the place. My father followed in behind him with a sigh at his theatrics.

"Happy birthday, my brotha!" He shouts and tackles me into a hug. "You're mother fucking thirty! You're like old now," he still failed to acknowledge his lack of volume control.

"I'm like 2 months older than you, dipshit." I punch his arm but the grin never leaves my face. We laugh and that's when Dad comes over to greet me.

"Happy birthday, son. You deserve it," he claps me on the back and hugs me. "Also, Yasmin should be here shortly. She had some issues with her car this morning." He smiles and moves to hug Sarah.

But I completely froze at his words, no one seemed to notice. She was invited? What the fuck? Why would Sarah even do that, she doesn't even like her. I pinch the bridge of my nose and sighed.

Fuck. Now I have to face her and wait to actually tell her. I'm not that much of a dick to say what I want to say and then just head back out to the party. Plus, I never wanted to hurt her.

Either of them.

Sarah walks back over to me, "I did invite Yasmin, I guess she couldn't make it?" She tilts her head towards the door and simply shrugs.

And as if someone had called upon her, she walked through the door not even a second later. "Well, never mind." Sarah rolls her eyes before walking over to her.

Yasmin was clad in an all black dress with a slit on the right, exposing her smooth light brown skin. A silver belt accessorized the dress along with black ankle strapped heels. The dress was cut low, showing off a more than good amount of cleaver but still leaving much to the imagination. The party was formal, so she was well within a the correct attire.

I could see by the way Sarah was killing her with her eyes, she was not happy with her outfit. But she greeted her nonetheless, kissing the air by her cheek before walking away to other guests.

I wanted to smack myself over the promise I made to myself earlier.

That the next time I saw her, hoping it would be at work, that I didn't want to see her anymore. But I felt trapped between two worlds. Two women, one that I built a loving relationship with and the other I created a sexual relationship with. And I had to choose between the two.

"Logan, I hope you're enjoying yourself." I jump slightly at the sound of her smooth voice. She's standing about three feet from me with a glass of champagne in her hand.

I chuckle nervously, "ha ha, yeah um... I-I am. Thanks." A smile stretches across her lips as she watches me silently. She stares at me for a second before the smile drops from her face.

"What's wrong?" She steps closer but doesn't touch me, keeping space between us.

"Uh— it's... it's nothing, Yaz. How are you?" She doesn't say anything for a moment before she speaks again.

"Why are you acting so strange...? Does she know?" She spoke so casually as if we were talking about paint and not my infidelity.

Panic spreads through me as I shush her and look around like a lunatic before pulling her into a separate room. She follows my lead but holds in a laugh as I shut the door behind her. "Logan, no one even heard me, the music is loud as hell."

"That doesn't matter, Yasmin!" I grip her arms and pull her closer to stare her in her eyes. "Do you not care at all that my life is not the line when I'm with you?" I shake her slightly making her brows furrow while she looked up at me.

"Are you being serious? You initiated this, Logan, this was your idea. Am I mistaken? You want me and what, now you don't?" She pushes my hands off of her and cross her arms over her chest. Although her tone remained leveled, her face showed genuine anger.

I, however, was speechless.

Yasmin was always a woman that I couldn't exactly figure out. She seemed to never let her guard down, not naturally anyway. The more I got to know her, the more I saw the invisible mask she had on. And anger is one emotion I had yet to see on her.

"If you have something to say? Just fucking say it. Logan?" She shifts so that she's no more than an inch away from me.

My breathing shortened down to rapid pants as I stared into her crystal blue eyes. "I—" The words wouldn't come out of my mouth. Just fucking tell her, you idiot.

"You what?" Her eyes move from my eyes to my lips and back. Impulsively, I couldn't help but move so that there was no space between us.

"I..." a knock on the door stopped me from speaking any further.

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