{~~Avery Sterling~~}I thought yesterday was hell, but the next day was even worse. This day dragged on even longer when a patient was brought in with a slit throat and some bruises. Did I also mention she was pregnant? The scene in the emergency room was chaotic, with nurses and doctors moving frantically, trying to stabilize her. The air was thick with urgency, every second critical. The CMO was calling for Logan, but he was nowhere to be found. We were rushing, we needed the medic alpha. I went in search of him, my mind racing with frustration and worry.This woman had my heart in shambles. She was begging us to save her baby, she couldn't even express how she got hurt or tell us to save her life. And the fucking medic alpha is missing. I was pissed. I don't mean the small kind of anger where you can cool off by breathing. No I was FUCKING enraged!!! Where is he? I thought he promised he'd do better after yesterday? A mother and child are relying on him to live!I found Logan on t

{~~Avery Sterling~~}The day went by smoothly after Logan snapped out of his funk. It was like a switch had been flipped, and suddenly we were all graced with the better version of himself. He gave out orders with authority, handled patients promptly and efficiently, and his presence alone seemed to uplift the entire atmosphere of the hospital. It was a relief to see him back to his old self, the Logan we all knew and admired.Once our shifts were done, I was approached by some nurses. They invited me out for drinks, a tempting offer after the stressful day we had all endured. Normally, I would have declined, preferring to unwind in the comfort of my own home. But tonight, I felt like going out and just having fun. Still, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling of guilt, knowing that Logan was struggling with his own demons.I texted him to let him know my plans, hoping for some semblance of understanding or support. His response was cold and dismissive, saying he couldn't care less what

{~~Avery Sterling~~}Logan wasn’t going to give up and let me sleep. And I’m tired. So tired. I just wanna sleep and forget everything. I held my breath, holding the duvet and tugging my body all around with it so he wouldn’t be able to get me down.But apparently, logan wasn’t going to take me trying to cocoon my body away from his touch.I was flipped onto my back and pinned to the floor with such force that the wind was knocked out of me. Logan loomed over me, his expression a mix of annoyance and confusion. The duvet, now crumpled and discarded, had been yanked off in the struggle. His arms clamped around my hips, effectively trapping me beneath him.“Get out of my room,” he sneered, his eyes blazing with frustration. But I scoffed at his demand, refusing to be intimidated. This was my room, or so I thought in my intoxicated haze. I held my body together, huffing defiantly at him.“You’re not going to bully me out of my own bedroom, i will not allow it. Fuck off.” I growled back a

{~~Avery Sterling~~} I stretched lazily, feeling the stiffness in my muscles as I waited for Logan to step out for his morning run. My body was weary; I had gone back to sleep after... well, let's just forget about it. On a more positive note, I decided to use this quiet time to cook dinner while I reflected on the previous night. Curiosity gnawed at me—I wanted to know what had happened, and more specifically, what the sex with me had been like. Logan returned an hour later, his face flushed and his breath still a bit labored from the run. I told him I had prepared dinner, and in true Logan fashion, he grunted his acknowledgment before taking his sweet time in the shower. As the sound of running water filled the house, I busied myself setting the table, my mind racing with questions and nerves. When he finally emerged, he was shirtless, the defined muscles of his chest glistening slightly from the residual dampness. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and his low-hanging pants expo

{~~Logan’s Point Of View~~} The vibrator worked on her for five minutes before she fought it off, and rolled away from the table. I turned off the phone, amused and aroused by her disturbance. I've never been a kinky man, but I like to see Avery suffer. Really suffer. I want her… to feel pain. I want to bring her pleasure, then make her hate herself for it. Or better cut it off before she can reach that orgasmic bliss. Hahaha, I have turned into something else. I watched her crawl. Grabbing onto her ankle before she could get far away. “No, fuck no that's crazy. I won't do it.” I dragged her back, spreading her legs and placing her ass in my lap. “I can't count on you to do a goddamn thing.” I say but there's no anger just amusement. “Logan, please don't do this.” “I'm not doing anything.” I pulled out two black ties from the box I'd brought. I tied her knees to wrist. Making a pretty bow. This position kept her pussy exposed. Her ass too. She did clean everything so I