Logan woke up with a jolt, his eyes snapping open as golden morning light flooded the room. His brain scrambled to catch up, trying to process the unfamiliar setting. He blinked a few times. The first thing he noticed was the bed. This was no ordinary bed. This was the kind of bed that made you feel like a king who could command armies—or at least a guy who could afford a ridiculously expensive mattress. The sheets were silky, the pillows plush, and the mattress? It felt like he was sleeping on a cloud… but a cloud made of money.
Logan stretched—and then immediately regretted it. There was something heavy on his arm, cramping it painfully. Ugh. What the hell is that? He tried to pull his arm away, but the weight didn't budge. Blinking, he turned his head to investigate. And there it was. A woman's head resting peacefully on his arm. The bedspread covered her body, but the long, dark hair spilled across the pillow, confirming his suspicion.
Wait… is that… Megan Fox?
Logan rubbed his eyes. Nope. It wasn't a dream. She was there, asleep like a goddess in his bed. What the hell happened last night?
Before he could even process that, he turned to the other side—and there she was. Another woman, also asleep, her dark hair spilling out of the covers. He squinted. Gal Gadot?! Seriously? Both of them? In his bed?
Okay, I must have won some kind of bizarre lottery last night.
Logan stared at them in a daze, his mind unable to catch up with the reality of the situation. Megan Fox and Gal Gadot... two of the hottest women alive... and somehow, they were both passed out next to him. What kind of weird alternate universe did I wake up in?
Then, a wave of panic hit him. Last night. He tried to piece together the memories but felt like his brain was swimming through molasses. But one thing was clear. He had not been shy last night. Oh no. No, no, no. Logan had gone full throttle.
His grin spread wide as flashes of last night's... cardio session came rushing back. Damn, I might get a nose bleed just thinking about it. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Late morning. He looked down at Megan, who was still fast asleep, her head nestled comfortably on his arm.
He carefully tried to pull his arm out from under her. C'mon, don't wake up, don't wake up... With the precision of a ninja, he managed to slide his arm out without disturbing her too much, but as he did, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead. Why? Because he was a gentleman. And also, because he could.
Standing up, he looked around the room. Holy crap. Everything screamed luxury. The room looked like it belonged in a five-star hotel—no, scratch that, a ten-star hotel. The carpets were plush, the chandeliers looked like they cost more than his entire life savings, and the view outside was—wait for it—an actual panoramic view of the city skyline.
Logan walked toward the balcony, feeling like a man who had just fallen into an expensive dream. He opened the tinted glass doors, the glass must be tinted for a reason—especially considering what had happened last night. If anyone saw him, he was sure the whole brotherhood would be hunting him down. But heck, he thought with a smirk, I get to do what they can only daydream about.
He stepped outside. The cool morning air hit him like a refreshing slap in the face. He took a deep breath. Yeah. This is real.
And then his eyes wandered down. Holy hell. He was standing on the highest floor of the Burj Khalifa. He had just had a wild, absurd night with two of the most beautiful women in the world—and he did it on top of the tallest building on Earth. No wonder the girls were able to take him to the highest point last night.
As the sun rose, Logan felt a strange sense of peace. How did this happen?
The beauty of the rising sun filled him with a sense of peace he hadn't felt in ages. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Logan was amazed at how his life had changed in just two weeks. The best of all, I'm no longer part of the Brotherhood of Virgins.
CJ Unitilarian, [7/24/2025 3:55 AM]
Ahem! Being a virgin had been his greatest regret. He had honestly thought he would die without ever knowing what it was like to be with someone. But last night, that had all changed. He had done what so many guys only dream about, and, to top it all off, he had done it with two of the hottest women alive.
Don't look at me with those eyes filled with ridicule and contempt, he thought, because I'm sure you, yes you, the one reading this right now, are also a virgin. So, jokes on you, because I managed to bed both Megan Fox and Gal Gadot. And let me tell you, they were everything I imagined and more.
It was the ultimate release from the agony of his past. The pain, the suffering, the endless days of being stuck in his bathroom, doing one-handed calisthenics while imagining Megan Fox. He was no longer a prisoner of his loneliness. Now, he was doing intense cardio with her, and to top it all off, he had Gal Gadot too. And she—well, she was definitely a Wonder Woman.
Logan didn't care if people called him an uncultured swine. He didn't care about all that bros before hoes nonsense. For him, it was hoes before everything—especially if they belonged to two of the most famous women in the world, both of whom were currently sleeping in his bed.
You want to know how I went from zero to hero? How I went from a sad virgin to... well, a guy who's pp just might never recover? Well, buckle up, buttercup. It's not a long story, but I think you'll want to hear it. And don't worry—I'll be ready to enlighten you virgins in a minute.
On second thought, I'll enlighten you now, after all I still need some time for my pp to recover from my previous... activities
For now, though, brace for the impact. After all, not everyone gets to live the dream.
But I sure as hell do.