I couldn't help the smile on my face as I watched the slideshow of beautiful pictures go by. Every picture that I saw made my heart burst because I knew that besides the little knick knacks and personal items in the pictures, the whole design was mine. My name was on every aspect of them. The color on the wall, the crown and base morlding design was mine...even how the couches, or the beds, or the small appliances were set up was all mine. My idea. My vision. And someone, not the first, and hopefully not the last, believed in my abilities so much they paid me to put my vision in thier new home. My whole life I worked so hard, for it to now pay off, and that made me so happy, I could easily burst. "Coffee break?" I turned away from the computer screen and smiled at the man walking in my office, holding two coffee mugs. I sat back in my chair and turned it sligthly watching him the whole way. As soon as he set the mugs on the desk by my mouse, he put both hands on the arms of my chair and leaned into me. "How is it going in here?" His lips pressed softly into mine, for just a moment. When he pulled away he glanced over his shoulder and smiled small. "Was this your last client?" I nodded tucking my fingers into the waist band of his jeans tugging slightly. "It's beautiful."
"It wasn't hard to do. Thier budget was rediculously huge and let me have a lot of freedom." He nodded turning back to me just as I glanced over his shoulder looking out at the bright bakery just outside my office. "Are we busy?" He shook his head leaning back in, except this time I turned my head, not letting him kiss me. "We need to finish our grocery shopping."
"You're a punk." He stood up fast and tried to turn, to leave my office but I was too fast. I shot up out of my chair and wrapped both arms around his stomach from behind and gently bit donw on his shoulder blade over his grey shirt. He laughed putting both hands on my arms. "Let me go tell Chris and Emily." I nodded letting him slip out of my arms and walk out of my office taking his coffee mug with him. Before he disappeared from my sight I took in his body and felt a rush of love run up and donw my spine, to my brain and finally stopping on my heart. To know he was with me...woke up with me, went to bed with me...cooked me breakfast in bed every now and then, and to know he only wanted to be with me the rest of his life, could possibly, actually make me burst.
Kendall was never the end game. If you asked me three years ago how I felt about him, I would probably tell you, I hated him. I hated that he exsited. But that was only true because he was in a relationship with a man I tried so hard to love. I know I was the scumbag because I was the one fucking around with a guy in a relationship. But that same man promised me he loved him, he just couldn't hurt Kendall by leaving him. That's why I hated him. Because he had a man who truely loved him. And I didn't. Little did I know that my affair would turn into me falling in love with Kendall but in the past three years, I never questioned it. I knew in my relationship with Kendall, I was the lucky one. The fact that I got a man who not ony knew how to cook, could fix anything wrong with a car, and had an amazingly fit body with a pure heart full of gold never made me question my self worth. Because everyday he told me I was the best thing to ever happen to him. I believed him.
I tried to hid my smile and shamefully, lust, as I watched him pull on a black leather coat and talk to his two assistant managers. I stood in the door way of the kitchen, coat already on, both hands shoved into the pockets. I don't think anyone caught onto me starting at his muscels as he pulled the coat on, or me staring at his ass as he adjusted the coat once it was on. But I mentally kicked myself because I knew better. I shouldn't have even watched him get himself ready to go shopping with me. Everything this man did set me off. Either in a good way or bad, but usually in a good way. I hated how easily I crumbeled under his presence. I never used to be that way but everything was thrown out the window with Kendall. Everything I thought I knew about myself changed. Drastically. And not in a way that Kendall forced me to. Hell, even if that was the case, i don't think I'd care. "Ready?" I glanced up to see him staring down at me and I nodded walking out past him to the front of the bakery. We both said goodbye to the young girl at the cash register, before he pushed the door open for me, from behind me and we stepped out into the harsh cold wind.
"I want to go to Bed Bath and Beyond first." I let him put his hand in my coat pocket, tangeling our fingers together. His other hand held onto a to go cup full of hot coffee. I quickly reached out for it, and he let me take it, smiling small.
"What's at Bed Bath and Beyond?" I took a big gulp of the hot coffee but shook my head handing him the cup back. "I'm sorry my parents didn't come out this year. I know you were looking forward to it since the house has been finished." I only shurgged tightening my fingers around his still in my pockets. "But it's not like we'll be alone." I looked up to his face as we stopped in front of his four door black BMW. He nodded leaning down and kissed my forehead.
"Are you positive they both want to be there? Seeing as they broke up not two months ago?"
"They promised me Loges. They promised you. Besides, neither of them will have anywhere else to go." I let him walk away from me to the drivers side and I begrudingly went to my side. As I slid into the seat, the car already on, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and frowned seeing no new messages or calls. ""Have you talked to either one of them?" I faced Kendall as he turned the heat on and turned the music up just a little.
"Yeah. Carlos came by yesterday while you went grocery shopping. He apaogized for not being at the bakery in a while but is having a hard time dealing with everything." He chuckled but nodded, backing out of our parking spot. "He wanted to know what he could bring to dinner on Thursday. I told him to talk to you." He once again nodded making me reach out and set a hand on this thigh as he drove down the street. He slipped his hand under mine and held it gently, neither of us needing to say another word.
Kendall sort of complained about the amount of time I spent in Bed Bath and Beyond, only because i was going over board. I bought new napkins, silverware...literally anything that I thought we needed. We spent an hour in there, and about 400 dollars as well. But he didn't care. He said he was tired and wanted to go home but, he mostly stayed quiet saying, yes he liked that, while keeping one hand in the back pocket of my jeans. I offered to drive for him, since he was tired, but he declined putting me in the passenger seat. We went to Costco and spent a couple hundred more dollars and by the time we left it was almost 6 at night. Before going home, he made one last stop at the bakery, letting his crew know to leave at 7 tonight instead of nine because the storm was coming in fast, and grabbed my backpack and laptop. When we finally pulled up to the house I smiled wide. Our house was gorgeous. And huge. We could easily house at least two families of four with us, with still extra room. But the best part of it, was that Kendall let me decorate and demolish how ever I liked. This house was ours, bought with our own money, but it was mine. My style, and my personality. Kendall was just the cute little extra gift who I got to sleep with every night.
Kendall parked the car in our driveway and because I was too focused on how beautiful our house looked from the outside, I hadn't noticed he didn't park in the garage until he grabbed my arm and held me inside the car. I gave him a weird look but he simply nodded to our front door making me look. As soon as I saw the man sitting on the bottom step leading up to our wrap around porch I sighed out realizing James's car was parked out on our curb. "He's pretty ballsy showing up here." I ignored Kendall's soft voice as I got out and shut my door fairly hard behind me. The noise made him look up and stand up fast pushing the hood off his head. I approached him slowly hearing Kendall mumbling to himself as he started grabbing bags from the trunk.
"Logan...hey." I smiled small putting my hands in my pockets, shivering at the howling wind. "I was going to call but...I figured you'd probably ignore me." I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, knowing how right he was and kept a blank stare. "I know Carlos probably talked to you already." I only nodded and he smirked looking down rubbing the back of his neck. "Do you hate me?"
"No." He glanced up fast but not because of my answer. We both heard Kendall walking up behind us and I tensed up. Carlos was like Kendall's little brother. To think of anything happening to him, made Kendall turn into the hulk. I admired the hell out of him for it. "DId you screw around with your new partner?" I felt Kendall stand right behind me making James stare right at him. "Who happens to be a girl?" I raised my eyebrows at him making him look away fast, shivering slightly. "Carlos is so devestaed James. And from what he told me, you don't even care."
"Of course I care." Kendall laughed behind me, but we both ignored him. "We went out for a drink after work. That led to us making out in the back of her car. I didn't have sex with her."
"That doesn't matter." I felt both eyes fall on me and I shrugged. "Carlos already doesn't think he's good enough for you. Your ego and self-absorbed brain make it easier for him to think so. The minute you got in the back of a car with a women made it about 100 times harder for him. So don't try to tell us, or him you care. Because you don't. And don't you dare say it wasn't a big deal because all you did is make out. Kissing someone else is still cheating." I breathed out hard shivering at the wind, now blowing in snow. Very lightly but enough for me to want to run in the house build a fire and sit in front of it with Kendall.
"So I take it then, you guys dont want me over for Thanksgiving?" I rolled my eyes turning around and gave Kendall a look I hoped he could read: Don't kill him but don't let him off the hook. Kendall smirked before looking at James and I walked past him going back to the car for more groceriers. I heard Kendall tell James we still wanted him to join us on Thanksgiving but if he pissed Carlos or me off he'd kick him out. Just as I had both arms full of bags and started walking back up to the front door, James was heading out. I gave him a look that could only suggest I was mad at him, but still cared an awful lot about him. He simply walked past me pulling his car keys out of his jacket and went to his car. I gritted my teeth walking up to Kendall who still his hands full of bags and sighed out.
"Do you think he's ever going to learn?" I snorted at the thought as I walked up on our porch and frowned at the big brown package on our doorstep. I set a few bags down as I grabbed my house key from my pocket and pushed the door open. When I had all my bags back in my hands, I gently shoved the box in with my foot and let the warm house make me feel comforatble. "The girl he hooked up with wasn't even cute. I mean not as cute as Carlos." I stopped walking as Kendall walked by heading straight to the kitchen.
"Do you want to rephrase any of that statement?" I heard him laugh making me frown as I walked in the ktichen with him. He set his bags on the island while I put mine on the floor by his feet. "You're an asshole."
"And your an adorbale jealous prick who has the temper of a MMA fighter on steroids." He tried to walk out past me but I put my body in his way, blocking him. He smirked putting his hands on my sides leaning donw. I let him kiss me, but I didn't kiss back. "I love you Logan Mitchell." I couldn't help but smsile hearing the words out of his mouth and raised my hands quick. I cupped both sides of his neck and kissed him back, both of us smiling in the kiss, while I whsipered softly in between each peck of the lips.
"I love you too Kendall Knight."
disclaimer: I don't know if it's super obvious but I have dyslexia that appears every once and a while. Usually I read my stories two or three times before uploading but i may not catch some mistakes. So i'm sorry if it's bad!