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It had been over a week since Logan and Yasmin's rendezvous. And at least once a day, they'd find a way to rip each other's clothes off and cross a line they'd never un-cross.

And the thought of Logan's actions, most likely the worst thing he's ever done, seemed to never cross his mind.

He put the ideas of hurting Sarah far away into a dark space where the light could not touch. And he settled for that.

In the afternoon when Logan would return home, he pretended as though everything was fine. But he just could not bring himself to sleep with two women at the same time. He wasn't that much of a cold hearted bastard. And he had much more respect for both women than to be dirty.

Though, he knew what he was doing was wrong, he couldn't just shut his feelings off. Whatever he felt for Yasmin was more than attraction. Yet he had absolutely no idea how she felt.

And that's the way she wanted it.

Yasmin was a different type of woman. The characteristics that made her up, were much more complex than a woman who had too little respect to have sex with a married man. Even she knew that.

She didn't know what her actions meant as far as her character was involved. Where do we go from here? This question rolled around in her head as she sipped her white wine, lounging on her expensive leather couch.

Yasmin Krämer was not a slacker by any means. She never intended to hurt people in order to gain power, her brains took care of that. In such a political world, a "man's world," She always found her place by tripping up the men she found useless to get to where she needed to be. Not that they didn't deserve it, they couldn't even manage not to stare at her boobs long enough to see that she actually had a face.

Yasmin, of course, was used to this. Men seeing her body as nothing other than that. A body.

Not her as a person, not her favorite tv show, her favorite foods, only her ass. And she knew she had a great one, but she couldn't help but wish for someone to love her beyond her great ass. Could he be that guy?

Of course he couldn't! She smacked her forehead. You're better than this. She got so caught up in the attention he showed her that she turned it into something else. Something she knew married men used to get what they wanted.

She liked him. Yasmin squeezed her eyes shut as she realized what was wrong. I like him, shit. She could not like a married man. Especially one she worked with. Sarah didn't come off as the nicest person in the world, but she hadn't done anything to deserve the hurt she might receive from their actions.

No woman deserved to be cheated on. Hell, no person deserve to be cheated on. But was Yasmin strong enough to tell him no? She couldn't be sure. She knew what really lied beneath her infatuation.

Loneliness.

Such a thing was not new to the young Krämer. She'd battled with this old enemy for years, since she was a child. Since mommy and daddy left on vacations to Barbados and Spain and left her with the maids. Maybe that was why her emotions were so fucking weird. She didn't know how to feel with the slightest bit of attention because it was rare to receive any as a child.

She took responsibility for her actions, but she just didn't know how strong she was to stop his advances. She wanted to be wanted. She had some sort of self respect, but the thought of loneliness brought tears to her eyes.

All that sex and what did it get you?

You still go home alone.

No one cares about you.

If you were dying, who would run to your aid?

No one.

Sniffling, she pulled herself off of the couch, wrapping her silk robe tighter around herself. She passed her beautiful kitchen, her impressive gym room, and the quiet fireplace as she want upstairs to her room.

She had all these nice things, but none of them brought her closure.

Just like the men she'd bring home, they would all leave before the sun rose. But they would call her whenever they needed something to stick their dick in. Is that all she was?

It seemed so.

She walked into her master bedroom and into the bathroom, it was large enough for four people. Though, only she used it. Only her.

Staring at her teary red eyes, her lip trembled. Why am I like this? She settled for scraps of a man to make a whole one. But she still failed, none of them would love her, would they? They just fuck her and leave and how did that compare to Sarah? She had the man, the home, and the love. He still returned to her every night. She couldn't compare to that no matter what sex moves she used.

She didn't have his love, or anyone's for that matter. She couldn't be sure if her parents would cry in agony if she died, or sigh in relief. Her mother would definitely sigh in relief, that woman never liked her. As soon as her father was out of earshot, she wouldn't hesitate to remind Yasmin that she was nothing.

And those memories never left her. Only now, that we're coming back to haunt her because she believed them.

I am nothing.

But what other option is there? She could go back to ignoring her feelings for him...

Or she could acknowledge them and continue to be with him, even if it was only sex. Amazing sex, she had to admit. Possibly the best she'd ever had.

She wondered if she'd have what Sarah has one day. A man who adored her, Yasmin knew she'd never have such a thing with him.

But she took anything she could get.

Even if it was just the scraps.

That was much better than the dark place her mind often took her to.