As the diced potatoes boiled in a saucepan, the steak sizzled in the skillet. I watch Logan as he cuts up the carrots with ease while laughing.
“Seriously? “No way,” he laughed, his shoulders trembling. While he laughs, the skin around his eyes wrinkles. I nod my head, munching on a carrot while sitting on top of the kitchen counter, where he is preparing our dinner. Logan said he'd cook today's dinner after our moment on the patio, and here we are.
“Yes, seriously,” I replied, laughing along with him. “For a week, no matter how hard I scrubbed, the blue paint refused to leave my body. Everyone at school made fun of me by calling me a Smurf.” He threw his head back and laughed loudly.
“But I bet you were a cute Smurf,” he said as he tapped the tip of my nose, and I blushed lightly before rolling my eyes as he laughed again.
We were now playing a 20-question round, and he asked about the most embarrassing moments in my life. Despite the fact that
“Ahem… I apologize for the interruption.” When we heard Grecia's familiar voice, we pushed each other away as if we were going to burn each other and stared at the person in front of us with widened eyes. My heart was still pounding against my ribs, but it was now much faster. This sensation of being caught doing something heinous (not like being caught stealing a cookie) is new to me, and it is not pleasant. I fixed my gaze on Grecia as if I'd seen a ghost. As I stared at her unreadable face, my voice became stuck in my throat. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun and she was dressed in a knee-length petal pink summer dress and matching heels. Logan's face appeared nonchalant as usual, but the fact that he is speechless indicates that he is also in shock. “Grecia, W-What a shock. It's great to see you again.” As I stuttered, I mentally slapped myself. I stood there awkwardly as she alternated her gaze between me and Logan. “Well, the surprise is on me,”
I dragged myself to the kitchen, sluggishly. I took a carton of milk from the refrigerator and poured it into a glass. After that, I sat on the barstool in front of the countertop table. My thoughts wandered to the morning event as I stared at the milk. I haven't heard from Logan in several hours. No matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn't figure out what I did wrong to make him angry at me. All we did last night was cuddle, which was not to my liking, but I didn't mind either. I even texted Logan several times, asking what was going on, but I received no response, despite the fact that he saw all six of my messages. I sighed and gulped down the glass of milk. My phone began to vibrate in my pocket. When I took it out, my heart rate increased as I realized it was a message from Logan. He has finally decided to speak up! 'We have to talk. It's important.' What? Nervousness and fear infiltrated my body. I'm not sure what's going on, but my gut t
Logan said, "Sit down," and walked to his black leather office chair. He shook off his black coat suit and hung it on the chair's back. He's dressed in a crisp white shirt, a black skinny tie, and tight-fitting suit pants. He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows before approaching the bar. I sat in a chair, nervously fiddling with my fingers. Logan poured himself a drink and turned around to face me. I sucked in a breath because they were so intense. “So,Miss Kingston. What’s your next plan?” With a cold undertone in his voice, he inquired. My brow furrowed in bewilderment. Next plan? What plan? “What exactly do you mean?” I inquired. While staring at me, he chuckled darkly and rubbed his thumb along his bottom lip. In any other situation, his action would have turned me on, but now he just looks menacing. When he slammed the glass on the counter, the alcohol spilled out, I jumped a little. “Stop pretending to be innocent.” He s
“Oh my goodness!” Grecia jumped up from the couch and dashed to his side. Logan groaned loudly as he wiped the blood from his lips. “Why are you up this late?” he asked, an exasperated tone in his voice. Logan changed from his morning outfit to grey joggers and a black sweatshirt, his hair was messier than usual. I got up from the couch as well, but I couldn't move any further. It felt as if an unseen force was pulling me backward. Grecia examined him by holding his face in her hands. To see his face clearly, she had to stand on her toes. Of course, he's 6ft tall, and Grecia only needs to stand on her toes to see his face; I'll need a stool for that. Logan said, "I'm fine, Ma," and took her hands off his face. Logan's lips had been slashed, and blood had congealed at the red lips' corners. His face was already starting to bruise, and there was a trail of blood running down his nose. His hands were also swollen and red. All of this points to the conclusion that he los
“The only thing worse than not knowing a secret is discovering one...” A heavy silence encircled us, but not so tightly that we were suffocated. I stared out the car window, watching the buildings and trees go by in a blur. Logan and I were deep in thought. To say that breakfast in the morning was awkward and uncomfortable would be an understatement. We both tried to make excuses to Grecia to avoid being in each other's company, but she was adamant that we all eat together. The elephant in the room was as obvious as the fact that fish live underwater, not in the cloud. As the tension between me and Logan grew, Grecia decided enough was enough and forced us to talk things out between us. We tried yet again to persuade her that we were extremely busy today. But she didn't listen to our excuses. So, here we are!I also have no idea where he was taking me because we haven't said anything to each other, but I assumed it was out
(A/N: Anne-Marie & James Arthur - Rewrite the stars) Say you were made to be mine Nothing could keep us apart You’d be the one I was meant to find It’s up to you, and it’s up to me No one can say what we get to be So why - Someone's fingertips briefly touched my earlobe before one of my earbuds was pulled out of my ear. With startled eyes, I turn my head to look at Logan. “Yes?” I asked, pausing the music on my phone. Logan returned his gaze to the road after a brief glance back at me. “I said we'd stop at the gas station to get some supplies for the trip. “Are you fine with that?” He inquired, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel to the beat of the song on the radio. “Sure,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. We began our
(5 days later) I sigh deeply and wipe the small beads of sweat that have formed on my brows with the back of my hand. I re-scan the room and consider calling Scarlet to assist me with moving all of the furniture and boxes. But, on the other hand, I don't want to bother her; she was with me almost all day yesterday. Where the hell is Tyler?He said he'd be there in an hour. He's always late! Ugh, I really need to stop eating like a pig and start exercising. All of this weightlifting work is wearing me down and making me sore in all the places. ‘Find a job first, idiot,' my inner voice yelled. Right, I forgot I had to look for work as well. Purchasing all of the necessary furniture and household items resulted in me going bankrupt.Yaay, fun life! It's my first day in my new apartment, and I still have a lot of work to do. For the time being, I can only live here with the necessities, but I'll
A/N: This chapter by no means is to trigger anyone in any shape, size, or form. This is a fictional story and all scenes and actions are only for entertainment purposes. Please do not take any words or thoughts seriously and act upon them. (Third POV) Logan's car raced down the streets of New York like a flash of lightning, pressing hard on the gas pedal. Logan doesn't care if he's going over the speed limit or if he'll get a ticket; all he cares about right now is getting to Karolia as soon as possible. Logan's heart was pounding at a rate of ten miles per second. He had no idea what had happened to her, which made him even more conflicted. Karolia assured him that there were people around her and that she was in a reasonably safe location, but this did not calm Logan down. Hearing her sobs only fueled his desire to slam on the brakes. When he saw the name EAT-OUT in big bold letters, he