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To Build A Home

Pairing: Cullen Rutherford x Gender Neutral!Reader

Summary: With the mark on your hand growing out of control and Corypheus needing to be stopped, there was no shortage of problems for the Inquisitor. However, once your hand is forced, what will it mean for you and Cullen?

A/N: Hey guys! I’ve recently joined the Dragon Age fandom because oh my GOD their games are ridiculously good. Because of that, I have fallen head over heels for Cullen Rutherford (aka resident daddy) and I wanted to write something for him. I don’t currently have a masterlist for DAI so this post won’t be linked anywhere until I set it up. As always, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff, Angst.

Word Count: 3,119

Ever since the Inquisition was first formed, you could have never guessed that it would have led to you leading it and falling in love with your general, Cullen. You were the only one who could close the rifts with the anchor but you couldn’t do it alone, recruiting all types of comrades to help you in your fight. You had built the Inquisition from the ground up; taking over different forts and strongholds in the name of the Inquisition, closed numerous rifts across Ferelden and Orlais, recruited the best of the best to join you, and spread the influence of your organization. Throughout this, you and Cullen had been drawn to each other from the very beginning. There was something about him that drove you crazy. His confident and authoritative aura, paired with his kind hearted nature was something that melted your heart every time. Even during War meetings, he would offer you a small smile, avoiding the gaze of Josephine but never Leliana, for she was invested in your relationship. You couldn’t help the giddy feeling that rose in your chest whenever it had happened. That man had made you feel things you never thought you ever would, and you confided in him. With the heavy amount of responsibility that was on your shoulders, Cullen had offered himself as a shoulder to lean on and you were infinitely grateful to him for that. In return, you had done the same for him, wanting to show him just how much you cared for him. You remembered when the two of you had finally decided to stop dancing around it and finally admit your feelings for one another.

It was after you had gotten back from retaking the stronghold in Crestwood with the help of Hawke, stopping a ritual that was sacrificing Grey Wardens to summon more demons. You had walked up to his quarters with determination fueling you, repeating the same words in your head like a mantra, “Admit that you have feelings for him, admit you have feelings for him.” Though nothing went according to plan.

Opening the door to Cullen’s quarters, you walked in, Cullen’s gaze rising from the map on the desk to meet your own, a smile small spreading across his face. 

“Inquisitor! How may I assist you?” he greeted, formal as ever which made you roll your eyes.

“Cullen, what did I tell you about calling me that?” 

He smiled, a bit embarrassed, “S-sorry, Y/N. Is there something that you... wanted to talk about?” his left arm reached back behind his head to nervously scratch at the scalp. 

He looked ridiculously adorable and you couldn’t help but blush a bit seeing the influence you had on him. You walked up to him, stopping only about a foot away and looked directly into his eyes.

“Cullen, I...” you had the words but you couldn’t say them, the look of anticipation in his eyes rendering you unable to form words. “I uh... I gotta go!” you mentally beat yourself to a pulp and sprinted out of the room. Not ran, sprinted. 

You left a very flustered and confused Cullen behind and ran to your quarters, ignoring everyone looking at you in confusion. Though, when you got to your room, wanting nothing more than to hide under the covers and never speak to anyone again, you walked into Iron Bull laying back nearly naked on your bed like he owned the damn thing.

“B-bull!?” you nearly shouted.

“Look, Boss, I get it. You want to ride the bull, but I don’t think you know what you’re-”

“WHAT?!” you shouted at the top of your lungs, stopping him mid-sentence.

He hid his surprise at your reaction fairly well, continuing on hesitantly, “You see, us Qunari have rather large... weapons. I don’t believe that you could take it.”

The door suddenly slammed open, “The only ‘weapon’ that Y/N is going to be taking is mine!”

You had slowly turned around to face the door to see a red faced Cullen with his hand slapped over his mouth, to then hear Bull begin laughing behind you.

“Ohhhh, I see what’s going on here, I’ll just leave you two be,” he said, walking past you and Cullen to leave the room, closing the door behind him.

“Uhm, Inquisitor! Uhhh...” Cullen was a blubbering mess, unable to even form a single sentence, his face as red as a tomato.

As embarrassed, weirded out, and nervous as you were, you took your chance, “Cullen, what was it that you said when you walked in?”

His eyes widened, “N-n-nothing! I didn’t say anything at all!”

You hid your smile and forced your feet forward towards him, knowing that it was now or never, “Because if I heard you correctly, I would have to agree with you.”

He looked completely and utterly shocked, “O-oh... is that so?” he asked nervously.

You wringed your hands out by your sides, unbelievably nervous, “Cullen I-” you were at the precipice and you were still hesitating, but instead, you slapped yourself. 

Literally slapping yourself, Cullen blinked in confusion, but the pain snapped you out of it. You surged forward and connected your lips to his, Cullen going stiff for a second before he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

You’ll never forget how happy you were on that day. While it was rather embarrassing half of the time, it led to you leading the most wonderful love story with Cullen you could ever imagine. Though, it was difficult, having to leave Skyhold so often to fight against hundreds of enemies. You knew the effect that it had on Cullen, he would plead with you, pray to the Maker that you would fight and return to him safely. One of the things that made you fall for Cullen so hard was how loving he was, he loved with all of his heart and he wasn’t afraid to tell you how he felt. Though, most of the time it included him blushing but that simply made it even better. 

Now, you were simply days away from confronting Corypheus in the Arbor Wilds. You led the bulk of the Inquisition forces, Cullen coming with you this time. You both knew that it was the end of the line. If you didn’t defeat Corypheus today, you would die, and so would the rest of the world. There was a heavy blanket over the two of you that day, you didn’t want to say goodbye, the both of you refused to even accept dying as a possible outcome, but you also didn’t want to revel in each other, the fear of losing that overbearing. As you reached Corypheus’ stronghold, you knew that this was something only you could do alone. Turning to Cullen, Corypheus could be heard in the back, taunting you, daring you to run to your death. You ignored him, focusing solely on Cullen. You could tell that he was using all of the will in his body to not break and stay strong, but you knew him well enough to see through his facade easily. 

You walked up to him and smiled lovingly, “Cullen Rutherford, I love you.”

A tear fell down his cheek as he responded, “And I love you, Y/N Y/L/N. Come back to me.”

The two of you shared one last kiss before you pulled away and smiled, turning to leave and meet your fate. For days, your mark had been growing and pulsing on your arm, it had never hurt before but now, it felt like your arm was being ripped off. You hid it from Cullen though, not wanting him to worry and not wanting to break his heart. You knew that you weren’t going to make it no matter what happened today, but you knew that no matter what, you were going to save Cullen.

“Foolish mortal, have you come to die?” Corypheous sneered at you, orb in hand as you reached the top of the tower.

You ignored him and instead looked down to the valley, seeing Cullen looking back at you. You couldn’t hold eye contact for long for he had sent a pulse of magic at you, forcing you to roll out of the way before recovering.

“This has gone on for too long, Corypheus! It’s time for your reign of terror to come to an end!” you shouted at him, building up the energy in your mark.

He laughed, “After I kill you, I shall lay waste to this world, starting with those mongrels down there.”

You could feel the mark radiating pure energy, sparks flying off of your hand and drawing Corypheus' attention.

“No, what are you doing?” he shouted, blasting a surge of magic at you.

It was too late, it reflected right off of you and suddenly you felt your body being lifted. Ever since you had first gotten the mark, you had spent every ounce of energy in your body making sure that you would never lose control. But now... you let go. Raw energy was coursing through your veins as you were lifted into the air, a ball of rift energy swirling around you. You opened your eyes to see Corypheus in fear, and Cullen looking on in worry.

Before you released all of the energy you had accumulated, you looked towards Cullen, mouthing, “I’m sorry, my love,” and released everything that you were holding.

Boom

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It was a beautiful afternoon day when you and Cullen had decided to take a walk around Skyhold. You had found some free time after being gone for almost an entire month sealing rifts, making alliances, and spreading the Inquisitions influence. Frankly, you didn’t think you had the energy to do anything else for a while, you were completely wiped and wanted to do nothing but just be with the love of your life. Holding his hand as the two of you walked down the gentle breeze into the garden was soothing, it was exactly what you needed.

“You’re amazing, you know that right?” Cullen broke the peaceful silence.

You turned to look at him to see the pure adoration and awe in his orbs as he gazed upon you, “What?”

“This Inquisition wouldn’t be what it is today if it weren’t for you, and neither would I,” he added with a small blush forming on his rosy cheeks.

You blushed slightly as well with a smile, “You give me too much credit, you, Cassandra, and Leliana do all of the work, I just go out and fight and close rifts.”

He gave you an annoyed look, “And you dare pretend that your job isn’t a thousand times more dangerous than ours?”

You smiled at his protectiveness, “Cullen, I’m fine, and no one is as strong as me,” you flexed your arm with a goofy smile.

This broke him as he bent over laughing at your ridiculousness, the two of you sharing a chuckle before he straightened with a serious expression, “Y/N...”

You pulled him into a hug, resting your head on his warm chest, feeling his arms embrace you, “You have nothing to worry about, I will always fight to come back to you, no matter what.”

You could feel his relieved sigh, “You mean more to me than anything or anyone I’ve ever encountered. Even the slightest thought of losing you-”

You pulled back slightly, just enough to look him in the eye, “I’m not going anywhere. I promise, I will always come back to you, my love.”

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The ground quaked with the magnitude of the explosion but Cullen didn’t even register it, shouting out at the top of his lungs for his entire world to still be alive. He ran directly towards the rubble, the sounds of people shouting his name behind him tuned out. He dug and dug for hours, Inquisition agents helping with the efforts.

“Over here!” someone had shouted.

Cullen ran as fast as his legs could carry him to a beaten and broken version of the person that owned his heart and his soul.

“No,” he whispered brokenly, dropping to his knees next to your body. 

He reached his shaking hand out to cup your bloodied cheek, “You promised... you promised that you would come back.” 

The only thing that the remaining soldiers could hear were the cries of their general, wishing that he had been taken instead.

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Cullen was slunken over his desk at Skyhold, mugs of drunken beer scattered around, papers crinkled up and tossed haphazardly around the room. After the death of the Inquisitor, the mission of the Inquisition was completed, but Cullen had lost his will to live. 

“You promised me,” he mumbled, the tears rolling down his cheeks, “you promised you would come back.”

He held the necklace you had made for him tightly in his fist, pressing it against his heart in an attempt to ease the ache that was spreading out of it. 

“Cullen, do you have a moment-” Leliana was stopped in her tracks as she saw Cullen curled up in the corner of the dark room. 

She also immediately began to tear up but kept it hidden, walking towards Cullen and kneeling in front of him, “Cullen, I have something that might interest you.” He brought his gaze up to meet hers, “And what could possibly interest me, nothing does anymore.”

She sighed softly, “After the Inquisitor...” she felt a lump rise in her throat, “after the battle with Corypheous, I began to take care of all the loose ends the Inquisitor left behind. And in doing so, I came across this,” she took a piece of parchment out of her pocket and extended it to him.

Cullen wiped his tears and hesitantly grabbed it from her hands, “Hinterlands, in the Dead Ram Grove, the project is finally finished. Cullen will love it.”

He gasped, “This is in the Inquisitor’s handwriting!” He sprawled up immediately, “What was this project of his?”

Leliana looked crestfallen, “As a spymaster, I should know the information for what you ask, but the Inquisitor kept this project a well kept secret. You must go and find out for yourself.”

Not even thirty minutes after Leliana had presented Cullen with the parchment, he had set out for Dead Ram Grove.

“Where is it?!” Cullen shouted out, saddled on his horse as he looked around the area.

He wandered around on horseback, covering almost every last inch of the area until he came upon a house. 

“Impossible,” he spoke in a breathless whisper.

In front of him was almost an exact replica of a house he had wished for his entire life, the house he had only told you about. It was the spitting image of his childhood home but with a few modifications and it brought a fresh wave of tears. He snapped the reigns on the horse slightly to move closer to the home, dismounting and walking up the stone carved path. As he reached the door, his hand began to shake along with his entire body, the tears now dripping from his cheeks onto the ground.

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“Then that’s where we’ll live!” 

Cullen laughed, “The materials needed to make a house like that do not even exist anymore, they were lost in the last Blight.”

“Doesn’t matter, if it makes you happy, then I’ll find them, even if I have to dig miles into the ground,” you said with determination. 

Cullen looked at you with adoration in his eyes, “You make me the happiest man on this planet, Y/N.”

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“Damn it,” Cullen whispered, his voice cracking as his entire body shivered with the weight of his emotions.

After a few minutes, Cullen mustered up the strength he needed to open the door, walking into the foyer and immediately catching the faint smell of you. As he took the house in, he walked into the living room to see a piece of paper on the dining table. Rushing over, he picked it up and wiped the blurriness from his eyes to read properly.

“I told you I would build this house for you. Now, the only way you’re reading this note is if I didn’t throw it away before bringing you here myself so it must mean that I’m dead. I’m so sorry, Cullen, I know I told you that I would always come back to you, but this time, I lied. I love you with all of my heart and know that I will never stop loving you. Please, don’t be sad, live your life in this house, make a family. Knowing that I can leave this behind for you to be happy is all that I need. Goodbye, my love.”

The paper began to droop in his hands as his tears made the material soft, his hands were quaking and he couldn’t hold in his sobs. His back hit the wall and he slid down with the paper lodged in his hands, the necklace you gave him around his neck as he renounced you. 

“I don’t want to live a life without you,” he wailed into the empty room, “I don’t want to have a family if you aren’t here by my side.” He felt like he was being ripped in half, his love for you and his grief overbearing while his anger at you breaking your promise had his lip curling up, “A world without you is a dark and cold one, my heart.”

“Don’t cry my love, know that I will always be here with you.”

Cullen’s eyes widened as he shot up from the ground, “Y/N?! Is that you? Where are you?” 

“Turn around.”

His body instinctively turned before he could even think to, seeing the faint image of the love of his life staring at him, “H-how?”

You smiled, “Are you forgetting that I had the anchor? While my power dwindles, I only have a few moments on this side of the fade.”

“No, no, please don’t leave me again!” Cullen pleaded, moving closer to you.

“My love, please, take this house as my last gift to you, and use it to live out the rest of your life. Find someone to share your life with-”

“NO!” Cullen shouted. “I cannot be with anyone else!” the tears from his eyes seemed endless as he pleaded with you.

You sighed, defeated and heartbroken, “I cannot tell you how sorry I am that I broke my promise to you. I love you, my heart.”

Cullen was helpless as he watched you fade away, the room once again empty.

“I love you too, my love,” was the last thing heard in the room before Cullen had once again fallen to the ground.

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Speechless I (Logan Fanfiction)

Hey Guys! This is my first ever Westworld Fanfiction and I’m really excited to share it with you and hear your opinions! I planned it to be about six chapters long so if you’re interested just let me know and I’ll post another part. And if you want to be tagged in part 2 just let me know. Love Selina

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Speechless - Part I

The office in the top floor of a stunning skyscraper in New York City was completely silent before the door to the company’s CEO’s office was opened. A young woman in high heels stumbled into the room out of breath: “Am I too late?“, she asked excusing and the white haired man sitting vis-à-vis to his son smiled gently: “No, no, sit down, dear.”

She was late.

If Logan would have showed up late to a meeting it would have been an absolute catastrophe.

She sat down next to Logan and through her hair back all casually before she smoothened her black pencil skirt.

“I have brilliant news!”, she cheered and placed the sheets she had been carrying on the table for his father to see. Of course she had brilliant news! Y/N always had brilliant news. She was brilliant news.

“So our new TV-spot…”, she started to explain something to Logan’s father Logan really didn’t care about. He didn’t even have the slightest idea why he had to be there! Yes…it was his father’s company and he would lead it one day but it was pointless. Maybe he just wanted to show off with his favourite goddaughter again.

Clever girl. Dartmouth graduate. Had always been working for the company during school or in her holidays. CMO.

Y/N was about ten years younger than Logan, so as a teenager he never really cared about her when she and her parents were at his family’s house during Christmas or other holidays. She had been a nerd and a little princess, everybody’s darling.

He didn’t remember much about her before she graduated from High School. But he did remember getting drunk at her graduation and flirting with some girls the entire evening long. And he remembered the ridiculously huge glasses and the yellow braces she always used to wear.

She was wearing glasses today. This time they simply did not look ridiculous.

She was looking completely hot.

Like she had always done since the summer after her first year at college. She had come back like a completely new person. That had been nine years ago.

“Logan? Hello?”, her sweet voice finally found its way to his consciousness. “What?”, he asked puzzled and realized he hadn’t been paying attention to the entire conversation but had been staring at her breasts the entire time.

He hated that she did this to him the entire time she was around!

“Logan”, his father added insistently. “Yes?” “I uhm…I just wanted to know what you’re thinking of my idea for our new campaign…”, she admitted embarrassed. He knew she never would have asked had she known he wasn’t listening. That fact and the soft and excusing smile on her lips made him forget his anger in an instant.

“Oh, I love it, Y/N”, he answered followed by a harsh: “I wished you would put the same interest in this job as you put in women.” His father looked back to the sheets on the table so he did not see how his son rolled his eyes. But Y/N saw it and it made her giggle quietly.

Logan was good at his job and his father knew it. Y/N knew it too.

“You did an amazing job, love”, he grinned, making her blush a little.

He knew she wasn’t used to compliments and flirting or maybe she was and yet got nervous every time.

In her entire life she had only had one boyfriend. Patrick. Logan knew his name wasn’t actually Patrick but he had given him this name, due to his size, his red hair and the fact that he was Irish.

They got together in her second year at college and he had been a year older than her. They had been a couple for two years until they had decided to make their separate ways, meaning he wanted to fuck around while he was still young and successful.

Since she had been a teenager everybody had always warned her parents that she’d sure enough would have a phase in which she would go crazy and clubbing and experiment around, but she never had it.

“I’m glad you like the idea, son, because you are going to work with her for the next weeks.” “What? I’m already-“ “You’re already very excited to do so? Of course you are!”

She looked so lost in the big Mets jersey she was wearing.

It once had belonged to her father before he had given it to her when she was a kid. Back at that time she had always told everyone she’d grow into it, but she never did, so it was still longer than the jeans shorts she was wearing, putting her legs on display just for him.

“Anyone another beer?”, Juliet asked as she got up from the big sofa in their living room and quickly walked past the TV on which they were watching the match.

“Me, Jules!”, Y/N raised her hand without looking at her, caught up in the match. “Me too, dear”, William, the fiancé of Logan’s sister, added and she disappeared.

Logan’s parents were giving a barbecue and had invited Y/N’s family over. So while his and her mothers were sitting on the porch drinking coffee, the rest of the families was watching baseball, before Logan’s father would set up the brazier.

He was a typical business man. Had always been. He was strict and harsh and had never been at home often. But on Sundays like this he had always enjoyed to pretend they were a normal family.

The way she was sitting on the sofa cross-legged in the big baseball jersey made it hard to imagine her in her white or rose coloured blouses and black pencil skirts. It was hard to remember she was actually one of the most successful women her age in New York City. And this was exactly what made her so interesting to him.

How bad he wanted to roam his hands up her legs, caress her thighs, kiss her soft skin, taste her.

But he knew, he shouldn’t.

He definitely wasn’t the man she was looking for, the man she deserved. She was too good to just secretly fuck in an empty hallway of his parents’ mansion. He would only get her into trouble and he didn’t want her to get in trouble because of him.

After dinner nobody had known where Y/N had gone so Juliet sent Logan to look for her in the garden before she wanted to serve the dessert. Although the garden was huge he had found her pretty fast.

Y/N was laying on their porch swing underneath an old oak tree, her knees bent, one of her hands hanging down, giving the swing a soft push every now and then. He just watched her for a moment before he slowly walked towards her.

“Tired?”, he asked smiling when he realized her eyes were closed. “Hmm”, she nodded swiftly without opening her eyes. He liked the fact that she felt comfortable enough around him to keep her eyes closed. She trusted him. But he wanted to tease her a little.

He sat down next to her feet and couldn’t resist placing one of his hands on her knee.

She immediately opened her eyes and stared at him puzzled, unsure about what to do. He loved it. A soft grin forming on his lips.

“I…I didn’t sleep much last night”, she was looking for words and placed one of her hands behind her head to make it easier to look at him.

“You like what you see, don’t you?”, he thought but said: “Busy doing other things at night?”, instead. “I uh…I’ve been working”, she stuttered and nervously started playing with a strand of her hair. Her eyes followed the movements of her fingers in order not to look at him.

“Getting nervous, doll?”, he thought smirking.

“You’re always working so hard”, he sighed and suddenly started to gently move his forefinger in circles over her knee, pinning her gaze to his hand.

“Just doing m-my job.”

He really shouldn’t start anything with her but why shouldn’t he tease a young pretty woman a little? The way she reacted to him was way too much fun to stop. How long had it been since he had spent time with a woman that innocent?

“What are you doing here anyway, Logan?” His gently touch made her flesh crawl and she felt pretty uncomfortable. Logan smugly realized the goosebumps he was giving her before he finally removed his hand from her knee, leaving her wondering even more.

“Oh I just wanted to tell you that Juliet is serving dessert soon.” “Oookay”, with this word she got up slowly: “Are you coming?” “Sure”, he answered as he followed her, cursing the baseball jersey which covered his sight at her ass in these bloody brief jeans shorts.

When the sun was slowly setting Logan was standing on a balcony from which he could look down to the garden perfectly. He had been sick of the never ending topic of his sister’s upcoming wedding, so he had decided to escape for a little.

“What are you doing up here, Lo?”, Y/N suddenly stepped on the balcony.

Lo. She hadn’t called him buy the nickname she had given him as a child in ages…

“Observing”, he answered with a soft grin and took a sip of his red wine. “Okay”, she said unsure what to do or say next. Why had she even come up here? To him…

She had finally changed her jersey against a dark green sweater with her college’s name on it. Maybe he had to get used to it. At work he had the perfect sight at her breasts in her blouses and after work he got to see her butt in tight shorts.

“And what are you doing here, love?”, he wanted to know without even looking at her. He had been watching her for quiet sometime and it wasn’t hard to tell that she was a bit tipsy. A few beers had gotten her tipsy. Logan was pleased to notice that slightly drunk her wanted to see him, although she had no idea what to do. God, if he just decided he wanted her, she would make it so easy for him…

“I…uh I noticed you were alone up here so I thought I would come and look for you…” She was still standing right next to the door so he told her: “Come here.” Unsure and yet immediately she followed his command and stepped an arm-length away from him to the handrail. “Good girl”, he thought.

“William told me you’re taking him to Westworld.” He smirked. “Yes. Why?” “Soo…”, Y/N nervously jumped from one foot to another: “I wondered if you will ever take me with you…” “You? You want to go there?”, he was unable to hide his amusement. “Yes! Why is that so funny?” “What would you want to do there?” “What are you doing there?” Should he really tell her?

Logan decided better not to and just looked at her with raised eyebrows. “Fine. Don’t tell me about it. You know, I could go there on my own”, she shrugged. Was she trying to challenge him? “Oh, I bet your father would be absolutely in love with that idea!” “Lo, I’m twenty-seven years old. I don’t need my father’s permission.” She said it like a teenager trying to convince him she was an adult.

“Okay”, he took another sip of the wine before he placed the glass on the handrail: “If our little princess wants to shoot around and fuck around and go on an adventure, who am I to deprive her this right?” He thought he would shock her with saying this. He thought he could throw her off the track. But he couldn’t.

The young woman just smirked, grabbed for his glass and said: “Sounds like the same stuff you’re doing in New York City as well”, before she emptied the glass. That’s right girl, give yourself liquid courage.

“Oh shots fired, huh?” “You know I didn’t mean it-“ “Next time I will take you with me. I promise.” “Really?”, she didn’t even try to hide her excitement. “Although I actually doubt a girl like you is going to have fun there.” “What do you mean, Lo? A girl like me?” A bit of annoyance was flickering in her voice, confirming him that his words had the exact impact he wanted them to have.

“A kind and innocent girl like you.” “I’m neither kind nor innocent, Lo! Do you know what I’m doing for a living?!”, she pointed with her finger at him accusingly. “Of course I do. One day, I’ll be your boss.” How easy the last word rolled from his lips and how much he enjoyed the idea of being her boss. Telling her what to do and when to do so…

“Whatever! I’m the goddamn C fucking MO of a hella successful company!” Maybe she wasn’t just tipsy. “My company”, he added smirking. “Whatever, Lo! But I did not get there because I’m a damn angel!” “Sure not, your mouth is way too dirty for that. Looks like our little princess didn’t get spanked enough from her daddy when she was younger.”

She opened her mouth and closed it again, because she didn’t know what to say. Instead her cheeks turned red, while Logan relished the speechlessness he had caused. She wanted to play. They would play. But she had to follow his rules.

“Speechless, doll?”, he leered. She didn’t answer but bit her lower lip in order to prevent herself from saying something she could regret later on. “Fine”, he shrugged laughing: “I’ll go back down stairs…you should follow once you’ve got your voice back, we don’t want your daddy to wonder what happened to his girl, do we?”

Part II

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