He manages Everything

He manages Everything
Chapter 53: He Manages Everything
Sarah's POV.
I couldn't believe my ears as I heard them moan crazily inside their room. I tried to walk away, but I couldn't as I clenched my fists into balls.
I have stayed beside Logan since we were young despite the fact that he hated women. I was the only opposite gender allowed to touch him or do other stuff with him, which made me so confident, thinking I would be able to stay beside him and claim to be his wife one day.
But that wretched girl was exceptional! I knew Logan was already immensely in the girl's charm; seeing the way he looks at her made me go crazy.
Logan has never used such a gaze with me since we have been friends. I've always forced the energy, and despite my attempts to always seduce him, he had never looked at me as a woman.
The way he looked at the girl repeatedly played in my head as I boiled in anger more. I have always wanted to be fucked by him, and I prepared to seduce him with everything I prepared.
I used different fragrances and secretly hid an aphrodisiac under my breast to drug him. Going to his room without panties so he doesn't get annoyed if there's any obstruction.
My plump breast was revealed, and only my nipples were covered. I became a whore just to be with him, but I met that bitch instead! Screaming to be fucked more beneath him.
“I swear I will kill her!” I throw away the glass I was holding. I breathe heavily, sitting down. How could he notice me? Have always been there! The signs! My body language.
I always give him signs, and I thought he was clueless about it, but now he should understand that I am no more that girl in his childhood. I'm now a woman with needs!
I got fucked by a lot of men around, but none of them made me feel better, but looking at Logan only makes me wet the way he talks. The way he walks and does other stuff. And even when he kills, I just want to have him to myself.
I wanted everything about him. His fame. His body, or assets! ‘I want it all, and I don't care about anybody's opinion. I must have them even if it means that I will kill. I will destroy anybody just to secure my years of hard work beside him.’ I pondered.
“Grrrrrr,” my phone rang, and I picked it up. “Hello, Sarah,” I heard my manager's voice. “Hey.”
“You asked for me?” He said from the other end. “Yes, I need you to plan my birthday party in Logan's mansion,” I said with a determined gaze.
“What? Logan's mansion? He won't agree to that,” he said surprisingly from the other end. Logan doesn't like parties, so he always avoided being invited. Doing the party in his house will make my plan go easy.
“What are you planning to do?” He asked curiously, obviously aware I was planning something. “Just trying to show him how worthless his taste can be, and I will claim back what's mine.” I smirked evilly.
“What! Are you talking about Logan? Is the rumor true? There's actually a girl in that mansion?” My manager gasped from the other end.
“Yes, but she will be gone soon.” I dismissed it angrily. “So how do you plan on convincing Logan? You know how much he hates parties,” he sighed heavily.
“That? Don't worry your little head.” I rolled my eyes. I knew he wouldn't be able to turn me down after a few pleas.
“Okay, I will trust you and start preparing things you need,” he said in conclusion. “You know what I need the most right now?” I murmured.
“Isn't Logan home?” He asked slowly from the other end. “He's not; he went out with his fucking bitch.” I responded.
“I think it's dangerous for you, though.” He said worriedly. “Don't think too much, and get down here to do your job. You can leave before he comes back.” I said in a low tone, touching myself.
Naked in front of the mirror as I insert my middle finger into my ready, wet pussy. “Dan, hurry!” I tossed the phone away and ran out of the living room.
I’m already buzzing the second I close the door behind me; I barely lock it before I start taking off my gown like a woman possessed. My fingers are trembling, not from nerves — from need. I kick off my slippers, tear off my panties, and crash onto the bed like I’ve been starved for weeks.
The moment my hand slides down, I swear I almost cry out.
Fuck, yes.
That spark turns into a flame in a heartbeat. My hips grind into my palm like they’ve got a mind of their own. It was fast, frantic, and greedy — I didn’t tease; I took it. My breath came in sharp gasps, nails digging into my cunt, head thrown back like I was chasing something just out of reach.
And maybe I was. Maybe that’s the problem. Every climax was a hit — intense, overwhelming — but like all addictions, it fades too fast. And then I was left panting, flushed, sweating… and already aching again.
But I didn’t stop. I never stop, because one wasn’t enough.
It never was, as I doubled my fingers, waiting for Dan to come up and do his job.
Dan, he was my manager but also my sex tool. I don't fancy toys, so I used him instead. He was my gigolo. He would do anything I asked of him. He gets me any time I want, even when he is tired or at work. Like after the shoot behind the stage or somewhere else. He was obedient.
I couldn't hold my desire since I heard the two fucked each other in the morning. “Horny bitch, I'm on my way!” Dan hung up, and I smiled. Eagerly waiting for him.
“I won't let them be! Logan has to choose me!” I moaned angrily as I creamed my fingers.
Not too long, “knock knock.” I heard a knock on my door, and I didn't bother standing up as I ordered him in, sticking my ass up, ready for him to insert his dick.
“Dan, come in!” I roared, but I heard a familiar voice instead. It wasn't someone close, but I recognized that voice.
“Excuse me?”
“Ahhhhhhh!”