I mean, no one can focus on anything because all everyone keeps talking about is whether she should settle for Logan or Anders.
So today, I’m gonna do a this or that question for all readers of the Naughty Angel Newsletter. What do you think? Logan Kane? Or Anders Carter for Lana Hartley?
We’re not gonna use their profile pictures because this is a text only email, but let me describe the two men.
Anders is the strong, silent alpha. He’s not too much of a bad boy. But he’s rock solid and stable. He’s used to always staying on the straight and narrow and you can tell that once he settles on a girl he’s going to make that woman happy forever. Sure, he’s been with plenty of chicks I think, but he’s always upfront and honest if he doesn't see a future. He’s reliable and punctual and will be the kinda guy who shops for groceries with you and handles paying all the bills and takes care of everything so that you can sit and watch Girls. He’s going to own your body, and there won’t be any question that you totally belong to him.
Logan Kane is the bad boy out of the duo. He’s a dirty, dirty boy too. I think he’s slept with more women than I can count. He’s like Aidan used to be I figure. But underneath all that is a heart of gold. He’s gonna give you a wild time if you fall into his orbit. Expect that Mr. Bad Boy will swirl you up into his orbit and your life will be like two hundred times more exciting. He’s never gonna drive a minivan. He’s never gonna wanna move to the country and give up his condo in the city. He’s probably gonna let you decide how to raise the kids and help them with their homework, but he will always love you and respect you. You will never be bored—that’s for sure.
So both men have their pluses and minuses. Anders is strong and silent and alpha. Logan is alpha and a bad boy. I think they both totally love Lana. But who is she gonna choose? This is so interesting! We may even write a book about it!
Of course, you’re more than welcome to come find out the gory details as they happen at Dirty Lil’ Angels on Facebook. But until then, tell me what you think by responding to me here!
Hugs and Kisses and Lots of Love!
Abby
15
Logan
After what happened with Lana, it’s been hell to focus on anything.
Even at the studio, where I just fucking give it my all, I can’t seem to focus on my poses. Even the photographers have noticed that I’m not my usual self. I’ve phoned in my last photo shoots, and that’s the first time I’ve ever done something like that. Even when I show up at photo shoots as drunk as a skunk, I always pour my fucking soul into what I'm doing.
But now…
Well, fuck it, let me just say it out loud: now I can’t stop thinking of Lana. Or, to be more precise, I can’t stop thinking of her sweet pussy. It’s just perfection itself turned into flesh. Delicious, tight flesh.
Of course, it also doesn’t fucking help that Anders has been breathing down my neck all fucking week. Always giving me shit about giving up on Lana and her manuscript… Jesus, what the fuck is up with that guy? After he read Lana’s manuscript it seems like he found God again. Which, if you think of it, he’s almost funny—a jaded guy like Anders, to be this over the moon with a fucking manuscript… Lana must be one hell of a writer, that much is for sure.
But does he really have be such a hard ass about the whole thing? I guess that he just can’t tolerate that Lana hasn’t decided to go with him right out of the gate. Well, tough luck; it’s never easy for any man when Logan’s around. That’s just how I roll. It’s in my fucking genes, and I never apologize for it. Ever.
“One more,” I wave my empty glass of whisky at the bartender, and he just gives me one curt nod and brings back the bottle to the counter. He pours me some more and I take another sip, closing my eyes as I feel the burn of the whisky on my throat. I’m not that big of a drinker (after all, I have an eight-pack to look after), but I figured that a few drinks would help me take my mind off Lana, even if just for a few hours.
I’m at The Flatiron Room, and just like always, the place is completely packed. I’m sitting by the counter, drinking a Nikka whisky and listening to the jazz quartet playing at the end of the dimly lit room. A few women are eyeing me from their tables, and I can tell that I’d be able to get some action if I was so inclined.
Unfortunately, it’s just the fucking opposite. The more I drink, the more my mind drags me back to the few hours Lana spent with me at the hotel, her naked body aching for mine, my hard cock pulsing hard inside her pussy, and—ahem, fuck, you see what I’m talking about? That woman is a drug, there’s no other way to put it.
Maybe fucking someone else would help. Maybe these two women sitting by themselves in the corner… they sure as hell have been looking my way ever since I stepped in here. Maybe I could bring the two of them back to my apartment.
Ah, fuck, no! Just to think about fucking someone else… I don’t know, okay? It just seems fucking wrong.
“What a coincidence to see you here,” I hear someone say, and I turn around on my stool to meet Grady’s heinous face.
“What the fuck are you doing, showing up like this?” I ask him, surprised to see him here at a regular bar. I figured that assholes like Grady only got out of the house to eat cheese and drink wine with their cunt friends. I guess I was wrong; live and learn.
“Just happened to be passing by,” he tells me, that sociopathic smile on his face. Man, what I wouldn’t pay to be able to wipe that smile off his face with my fist. He’s lucky I’m only on my second glass of whisky, or else I’d be taking a swing right now.
“Yeah, sure,” I whisper, turning my back to him and going back to my whisky. He sits on the stool next to me, and my nose tells me that he must bathed in cologne before leaving the house.
“I need that manuscript, Logan,” he starts to say, and I just sigh. Here we fucking go again. That fucking manuscript. Why the fuck is everyone so obsessed with that thing? Are the words Lana put down on the paper made of solid gold?
“I heard you the first time, you know?”
“I think you did, yes. But I want to make sure you’ve understood all of the implications. If you fail, you --”
“Yeah, yeah, you’ll fucking ruin me if I fail. I got that, okay? It just isn’t that easy to steal a writer from under Abby Cleveland’s fucking nose. Besides, Anders Kane is already after Lana as well.”