My Boss My Secret Husband (Hazel and Logan) novel Chapter 105

Chapter 0105 

+25 BONUS 

I left Logan’s office and made a beeline for the bathroom. Or as it had become more recently, the place where I go to cry. 

I went into the first stall and let the flood gates open. I had expected the conversation with Logan to be hard, but I had not expected myself to have this reaction. 

I had told Logan the story of what I had desperately wished would happen with Chance after he proposed with Natalie. I had played that scenario in my mind every night before bed for at least a month. I was glad now that it hadn’t worked out with that scumbag, but telling that story made me face the fact that I was longing for a relationship like that. I wanted to be married, to be planning a life together with someone I was mutually madly in love with. 

Instead, I was still living at home with my parents, with no real prospects and very little hope in ever finding the love I wanted. This was not the life I had imagined for myself when I was in college. I had imagined myself as a successful actress, with a husband and a nice house and maybe a kid on the way. had none of those things and I was beginning to wonder if I would ever actually have a life that I liked. 

I pulled out my phone and opened the group chat I had with Megan, Rachel, and Maria. 

I might regret this,” I started typing. “But I think I’m ready for you guys to set me up on dates.” 

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I hesitated for a moment. My friends had offered to set me up for years. I love them dearly, but they have very different tastes in men than I do and none of them were in great relationships themselves. I let Megan try once, but after the guy showed up and immediately started flirting with all the girls that passed by us, I decided that was the end of that. 

But. I was feeling pretty desperate. I pushed send. 

Megan responded immediately with a single “?” 

Maria laugh reacted to my text. “You must be desperate,” she said. 

Rachel – bless her had the best reaction: “OMG, I have the perfect guy for you! Just let me know when you’re free.” 

“Literally anytime,” I wrote back. I returned my phone to my pocket and blew my nose. I wiped the rest of my tears and stepped out of the stall, feeling at least a little better than when I had gone in. 

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and pulled it out again. Rachel had written back: 

“He’s down! Friday at 8?” 

I suddenly felt very nervous. Was I actually ready for this? I told myself there was only one way to find out. “8 works, just let me know where,” I sent back. Rachel heart–reacted to it. 

I wished there was a vomiting reaction I could send, to convey just how nervous I felt at the thought of jumping back into the dating pool again. 

I walked back to my desk. Logan’s last words to me popped in my head. He was right, I did owe Dylan an apology at the very least. I had never responded to his party invitation, and I felt terrible about it. But how was I going to explain to him that me attending the party was really not a good idea. He would’ve asked why and I couldn’t bear to tell him that I was “married.” Not yet, anyway. I needed time. 

Chapter 0105 

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I pulled out my phone and opened Dylan’s messages. I wondered what was appropriate to say in this Situation, but I kind of felt like maybe no one else had ever been in my shoes before, so there was no set 

precedent for it I imagined. 

“Hey,” I sent first. Then I typed: “I’m really sorry about leaving you on read on Friday night.” I pushed send. 

I was about to set my phone on my desk when I felt it buzz. That was fast, I thought. 

“Hey you. It’s okay. Is everything alright? We sure missed having you there,” he said. He had typed all that very quickly. I was kind of impressed. 

“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it. How was 

“It wasn’t the party Logan hoped it would be, but it was still a good time. Maybe you could join us for the 

next one?” He sent. 

“Yeah, maybe.” I wrote back, then shoved my phone into my purse so I wouldn’t hear or feel it. I hadn’t really given Dylan an explanation, which I felt guilty about. But an apology was a good start, I felt.