Logan drove around the corner into the familiar picturesque and sophisticated neighborhood. “Logan,” I said, sitting up straight and resting my hands on his shoulders. The heavy rain has stopped and it is now just drizzling.
“Please take me to Scarlet's apartment,” I requested. He ignored me and drove down the streets until we arrived at the gate leading to Watson Mansion. I shook his shoulders in frustration because he was ignoring me.
He grumbled, "Couldn't you have told me when we were on the main road?" He entered the gate passcode, and the massive gate slowly opened to reveal the stone path.
“It slipped my mind,” I admitted, feeling guilty. I was so engrossed in the ride that I completely forgot about it. “I told Grecia I was going to spend the night at a friend's house, and she will be suspicious if she sees me for breakfast,” I said quickly.
“Then don't leave the room until mom leaves,” he said impassively as he parked the Ducati in the opulent
"If you take more than two minutes to finish that small burger, I'll leave you here and be on my way." Logan's arms were crossed as he glared. "It's not my fault you ate the food as soon as it arrived," I mumbled as I cut a small piece from the burger and placed it in my mouth. I raised an eyebrow when he gave me a strange look. What! We can also eat a burger like this. "Lord," he said as he threw his napkin on the table and stood up, taking his keys and phone with him. "What are you doing?!?" "Enjoy your leisurely time here," he said sarcastically. "I've got work to do," he said as he walked away. After taking one more bite, I huffed and stood up, sprinting to catch up with him. "Such a jerk," I mumbled as I wiped my fingers with tissue paper. "Heard that," he said as I walked alongside him, and I rolled my eyes. As if Icare! "Karrie!" When I heard someone yell my name, I turned around in disbelief. Scarlet waved from af
WARNING: There are a few thoughts on the idea of cutting. So read it at your own risk. Sorry :) "Kill you, kill you, kill you," the green-eyed man yelled into my ear repeatedly. I tried to cover my ears with my hands, but I couldn't move them. They were all tied to a pole above my head. I tried to scream, but there was no sound coming out of my mouth. I tried to move my legs but couldn't feel them move. I tried everything, but my body was numb and unresponsive. I'm feeling helpless. The green-eyed man scowled at me and drew a knife from behind. The knife's silver color glistened in the bright moonlight, its sharp edges sending shivers up and down my spine. He raised his hand to the sky before stabbing me in the chest. But I didn't feel any discomfort. I didn't have any feelings. It was as if souls had been reversed. My mother was the one who was tied to the pole instead of me. She screamed as he pierced her chest with th
"T-not that's fair," I yelled, throwing my hands in the air. This attractive six-foot-tall demon is cheating and acting like he's fighting. Everything is unlawful and unjust. Logan rubbed his temples, an annoying smirk creeping across his lips. "You're cheating," I said, pointing. "I'm not, you just don't know how to play," he said. I gasped and glared at him.If my eyes had the ability to generate lasers, he'd be the first to vanish. Logan and I were sitting on the couch, playing chess. This is our second time playing the game, and he has won both times. Scarlet and Patrick were laughing as they played video games. Now I wish I had chosen video games instead of this brain-teasing game. "How dare you accuse me in such a way? When I play with my neighbor's son in Worcester, I always win "I declared proudly. "Keep in mind that her 'neighbor's son' is ten years her junior." Scarlet pointed from her vantage point, and I gave her a deathly gla
I take a drink of steaming hot coffee and turn the page of the novel I'm now reading. The book isn't one of those that pique my attention and makes me want to stay in this room until I finish it. It's more of a case of "I don't have anything else to do, so let's give it a shot." The sound of the evening breeze could be heard through the open window in my room, prompting me to sink further into the couch. I didn't realize a week had passed after Grecia left because the last two days went so nicely. Apart from the odd mood swings from Logan, living with him wasn't all that unpleasant. But, contrary to my expectations, we didn't regularly bite each other's heads off. Unless we have dinner together, we rarely see each other in the house. Logan has always seemed to enjoy my food, so I always cook for both of us. Logan would usually get home late at night, but there were times when we would eat together in silence in the dining room. I had asked him the day b
I knocked on Logan's door, biting my bottom lip in worry, hoping he wasn't sleeping. I shift my weight from one leg to the other, debating whether to knock again because there was no response from the other side. As I raised my knuckles again, I was relieved to hear the sound of the lock turning before he opened the door. I gulped as I saw what was in front of me. Logan was shirtless, rubbing a towel through his silky hair. His muscles shook beneath his skin. I swallowed and cleared my throat. “Yes?” he inquired huskily. “Uh…” I began, and he raised an eyebrow at my lack of response. I cleared my throat once more before continuing, "The ceiling light in the restroom isn't working." “Would you please look into it?” I spoke softly. Unlike the master bedrooms, which have a plethora of small bulbs in the bathroom, my room, which is one of the guest rooms, has only one ceiling light to illuminate the space above my toilet. “I'll call someone tomorrow to fix it.”
Munching on my cereals,I concentrated on my essay, which was due the following Sunday. Today's class was just like any other day; to put it simply, it was dull. I was desperate to return to the mansion as soon as possible. Fortunately, the last class I had was free because our professor was away for an emergency, so I was able to return much earlier than expected. I sigh before putting down my pen and stretching my back muscles, which relieved me. I've been working on this for two hours and think I deserve a break. I rose from my position on the bed, where I had curled up like a cocoon wrapped in a blanket. I had forgotten that I needed to do laundry today, so I went to gather all of the clothes that needed to be washed. At the very least, I can make my break productive by doing some cleaning. Before leaving my room and going down the stairs, I gathered a bunch of my dirty clothes and threw them in a basket. I looked around the living room, expecting to see Log
Five minutes! Five minutes have passed since the woman, whose identity I have no idea, arrived. Her long auburn wavy hair and curved backside were all I could see. She appears to be tall, almost reaching Logan's nose, and she has a body that I could only wish for. Perfect like a model. She exudes a rich and confident aura around her as if she knows people will stop to give her a second look, which I'm sure happens frequently. I think I've seen her somewhere. I wish I could just look her in the eyes to confirm my suspicions. The way she clings to Logan and how he responds to her demonstrates their familiarity with one another. She even addressed him as L, which confirms they've known each other for a long time, but I'm curious about their relationship. I confirmed my suspicions when she turned around to instruct her driver to retrieve the luggage. She's the same girl I saw in the picture with Logan and Patrick. She's more mature now than she was in the p
“What the fuck are you doing in my room?” I heard him say before he towered over me. My pulse quickens as my fear grows stronger. Oh shit! I didn't dare to open my mouth for fear of revealing the truth. I clenched my fists around the hem of my T-shirt. My eyes were as big as saucers, and my heart was in my throat. When I remained silent, he grabbed my arm and drew me closer to his bare chest. Logan likes to be shirtless most of the time when he's in his room, and fate loves to put me in these situations. My eyes began to burn slightly. “Lia, answer me,” he chastises, his grip on my arm tightening. When I looked down at the floor, my eyes welled up with tears. I have no idea why I'm crying!? Maybe it's because I knew I was making a mistake but still went along with it, or maybe it's the fear of being caught red-handed or the fact that everyone here will find out I sneaked into Logan Watson's room in the middle of the night. He connects our eyes by lif