ログイン~~~Rhea~~~By the time I got home, the sky was already bruised orange and purple, like it was ready to call it a day. Same, honestly.I pushed the front door open, dropped my keys in the bowl, and kicked off my heels with a groan that came from somewhere deep in my soul. My feet were screaming. My head was worse."RHEA!!!"I jumped so hard my bag slid off my shoulder and hit the floor. My hand flew to my chest. My heart took off like I'd been shot out of a cannon.Addie stood at the end of the hallway with her arms spread wide, grinning like a lunatic. Messy bun, oversized hoodie, a bag of chips tucked under one arm. Of course.I closed my eyes. Counted to three. Opened them."Would you ever change, Addie?" I snapped, scooping my bag off the floor. "I almost had a goddamn heart attack.""Aw, babe, that's called cardio." She popped a chip in her mouth, crunching loud on purpose. "And no. Never. You'd be bored.""I'd be alive."I rolled my eyes so hard they almost stuck and brushed past
~~~Rhea~~~"Good morning, Mr. Blackwood."He didn't lift his head. His eyes stayed on the documents in his hands, a pen tapping once against the desk. "Good morning, Miss Rhea. Do you need something?"My heart picked up, hard and fast, like it was trying to climb out of my chest. I had rehearsed this in the elevator, in the hallway, on my way here few minutes ago. Now every word had gone missing.I had never asked anyone for anything like this. Not once. I'd always figured out a way, always held my own, always told myself I didn't need anybody. But the statement in my bag said otherwise, and pride didn't pay interest.Will he say yes? Please. God, please let him say yes."Miss Rhea?"His voice cut through the noise in my head. He had looked up now, a small crease between his brows, and I realized I'd been standing there in silence like an idiot."Yes. Yes, sir." I straightened, forced my shoulders down, and stepped further into the office. The door clicked shut behind me, and the soun
~~~Rhea~~~“Goodbye, ma’am.”Cyrus’s voice followed me as I stepped out of the car. I didn’t bother answering. Just gave him a cold little nod and slammed the door harder than I needed to.My shoes hit the pavement and I started stomping toward the house like the ground personally offended me. Every step was sharp. Angry. My jaw was locked so tight it ached. All of it—every single drop of this irritation—was because of that bloodthirsty psychopath with the stupidly beautiful name.Logan.I almost scoffed out loud.I shoved the front door open and walked in. The whole family was already at the table, plates clinking, the smell of dinner hanging in the air.“Hey, baby,” Mom called out the second she saw me. “You weren’t home last night.”I didn’t stop walking. Didn’t even slow down.“I’ll talk to you later,” I threw over my shoulder, voice flat. “I’m tired.”I forced a quick, empty greeting at the rest of them without making real eye contact and kept moving. My bedroom door was the only
~~~Logan~~~I never expected her to care.That was the first thought that settled in my mind as I stared at her sitting on my lap, wrapped in my blanket, eyes wide with something that looked dangerously close to genuine concern.Rhea.My little moon.The same woman who spent most of her time insulting me, denying me, and pretending she hated every second of my attention… had just asked me why I stopped stalking her.She noticed.She noticed the silence. She noticed the change in my mood. She even risked coming all the way to my office dressed like a boy just to check on me. And now she was sitting here, cheeks still faintly red from my teasing, demanding to know what was wrong.Something warm and vicious twisted in my chest.I had spent the last few days drowning in rage. I had forced myself to stay away from Rhea during that time. She had already been through enough. The last thing she needed was me dragging my darkness into her space.But I never stopped watching her.Not once.And
~~~Rhea~~~After a while, I wrapped the blanket tightly around my body and stood up.Logan had already dropped the call. He was still standing near the window, completely naked, shoulders tense, staring out at the city like he was trying to burn a hole through the glass.I walked over quietly and tapped his arm.“Logan.”He turned around.For a second his brows creased in genuine confusion, like he hadn’t expected me to actually come to him. Then that familiar, irritating smirk slowly curved across his lips.Psycho.Tch.“Oh… my baby,” he said, voice low and laced with amusement as his eyes dragged over the blanket wrapped around me.I rolled my eyes so hard it almost hurt and hissed,“I’m not here to act all lovey-dovey with you.” “Then you want some more cock?”My face went red so fast it felt like my skin was on fire.The fuck is this man? Jesus! I know he’s insane and completely unhinged. Who just asks that with a straight face after everything that already happened?I glared at
~~~Rhea~~~Something was inside me.It felt thick. Heavy. Uncomfortable in a way that made my brows furrow even before I was fully awake.What the hell is that?I opened my eyes slowly. Harsh sunlight cut straight into them and I winced, turning my face away from the window. The second I tried to shift, the thing inside me dragged against my sore walls.Jesus.What is that?I tried to move again. It didn’t budge.That was when the rest of my body caught up with my brain. A solid, burning-hot chest was pressed against my back. An arm was locked tightly around my waist like a steel band. Slow, even breathing brushed the back of my neck.Logan.And that thing inside me…It was his cock.Bloody hell.He didn’t pull out.This bloody thirsty psycho of a man actually slept the entire night still buried inside me.I froze, listening. His breathing was still deep and even. Thank God. He was still asleep.This was my chance.If I could just slip him out of me and get off this bed without waking







