My Boss My Secret Husband (Hazel and Logan)



Logan hesitated, instantly regretting his promise to tell them how he met his wife. He did not want to talk about any of this in front of Hazel. She was potentially his assistant. Every interaction with her should be strictly business. But Dylan knew how to push Logan. He was very good at getting what he wanted, when he wanted it.

"Ha. Maybe that's why we're such good friends," Logan thought.

Logan noticed that Hazel sat up a little taller in her seat after he said he would tell the story. He thought that was out of character for her, that she would act like she's about to get the latest hot work gossip. She usually acted so professional. But he told himself she was still just human after all, of course she would be interested in a story that so few knew.

"But just the bare minimum," Logan said. "You don't need all the details."

"Ughhhh, fine," Dylan said, almost whining. Hazel giggled and covered her mouth. Logan hadn't seen Hazel act like this around him, like she was almost....flirty? It made Logan feel a twinge of jealousy that he did not fully understand.

Logan ignored Dylan and turned his eyes on Hazel. “And of course, none of this leaves this car."

Hazel stiffened, transforming back into the professional persona Logan knew. "Absolutely sir. I will not tell another soul," she said.

Logan relaxed some. He knew he could trust Hazel's word. He took a deep breath. "Okay, here goes. We met on one of my business trips. I was drinking at a bar after a long day of scouting for potential new locations when she walked in."

Logan thought back to that evening. He had been alone at the bar, watching all these couples cozied up to each other around him. It was hitting him more and more those days just how lonely he really felt.

The past three years he put his career first. Sure, there had been some flings here and there, but nothing serious. His family's business was all he was focused on.

A beautiful blonde woman walked in. She had caught Logan's eyes immediately. She sat next to him and began ordering shots, one right after the other.

"Tough night?" Logan had asked her.

She laughed. "Something like that."

They began chatting. It was a nice conversation, Logan remembered. His memory from that night was a little fuzzy, as he had also had his share of drinks before she had come in. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, and probably mostly fueled by the number of shots she'd had, the woman said, "Let's get married."

Logan laughed, unsure if she was serious or not. "You don't want to marry me, I'm so poor, I can barely even afford this drink, much less a wedding and a wife"

He expected her to leave after that news. Most women did when he lied and said he had no money. It was a good way to weed out the gold diggers. "Oh! You poor thing. Don't you worry, I've got you," she slurred, waving the bartender down. "Put his drinks on my tab. Just make sure you call me later." She winked at me.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

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Logan laughed. “Okay, I'll marry you. But all I have is this fake diamond ring." He pulled the ring out of his pocket and showed her his mother's heirloom 10 caret diamond ring. A real one, but another trick he usually used to get rid of women just interested in his money.

Her eyes grew wide and she gasped. A wide grin spread across her face as she grabbed the ring from his hand and put it on her ring finger. She held it out to the woman that sat on the other side of her. "Look! LOOK! I'm getting marrieeeddddd," she stared at the ring as she said it. The other woman got up and moved to another stool.

Logan watched her admiring the ring. He came from a world where most people, including himself, were very cold and calculating. This woman was not. She was direct, which had shocked him initially, but he didn't see anything calculating in those beautiful eyes of hers.

"Okay," Logan said. "I promise to call."