14: Poking the beast

SCARLETT

It was finally Mom’s wedding day and like she said, it was a small wedding with less than 20 people, including us in attendance.

It was a garden wedding and while they were setting up the garden, I got dressed, and on setting out of my room, my body collided with a strong one full of hard planes and muscles. The woody and strong masculine scent that wasn't familiar filled my nose as I moved back.

It was Logan Vaughn and he had a scowl that seemed to be permanent on his face.

It was the first time I had seen him outside of breakfast and dinner since I moved here. He was dressed in a grey suit when he should have worn a black one.

That's the one that'd match his heart and soul.

Then he sidestepped me and started to walk away.

My anger came back in full force that he had ruined my life and he didn't even have the common decency to apologize.

“You’re really not going to apologize, are you?”

He turned back slowly, eyes vacant and so deep it felt like gazing into an ab