29. Haunting Memories

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