Chapter Seven

By the end of the day, I felt sick. My eyes hurt from looking at different brands and colors of clothes, accessories, bras, bikinis, lingeries, G-string pants, colognes, hair dyes, jewelries, nail polishes…just name it.

I am sure there were a thousand of brand owners at Logan’s extravagant living room when Leah had come into my room to drag me down. 

Apparently, Logan had told her that he did not want me hopping from one boutique or fashion store to another.

I was at the brink of fainting from trying out dresses upon dresses when Leah asked for a break when her phone rang. I could not have been happier!

Phew! Does the lady ever get tired? Well, I am sure Leah is already accustomed to this kind of lifestyle. I walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of milk so that I could at least, balance the micro organisms running furiously in my head from too much stress.

Beside school and hanging out with a few friends and Samuel, I have never experienced anything else and I must admit that this kind of lifestyle is too much for me.

I still haven’t set my eyes on Logan, and if I am being honest with myself, I am craving to catch a glimpse of him at least, even though a voice in my head keeps reminding me each time I get that urge that the only reason I am craving to see him so badly is because I want to see the face of my enemy. 

I have also had dreams about our love making and kissing, and I woke up very wet…so wet I had to quickly get out of bed, shower and change my panties in the middle of the night.

I know I shouldn’t be having wet dreams about the heartless man who had my brother killed. I know I should not let my hands reach my lips often just to graze it and feel the sensation of his lips on mine. I know I should not want to see him so badly, and have my nipples strong and erect at his sight.

Arrggghh! I really need to stop thinking about Logan D’Nores!

Thankfully, the milk was cold enough. Without looking for a glass, I took the bottle and gulped down as much milk as I could. One of the things about being a local girl is that etiquette means really nothing, and it’s all just formality. I lifted myself and sat on the kitchen table.

Fuck, I need to catch my own damn breath before it leaves me!

I stayed in the kitchen for almost half an hour, and Leah did not come looking for me; well, she most likely will still be on her call, but why hadn’t any of the sellers in the living room look for her?

Having regained some of my lost energy, I hopped down and strolled into the living room…and that was when I discovered what had kept all of them occupied; Logan D’Nores was showing onscreen!

I have seen this movie a million times when he was still my celebrity crush and this scene especially when he was having a good time at the beach. I understand why all the ladies are drooling over his naked body.

Logan was naked in the beach. His tanned skin shown like diamond, his broad shoulders, abs, six-packs, slim waist and thick long legs were all on display. In fact I would pause, rewind this particular scene over and over again just to memorize his gorgeous body to heart.

The best part is when Logan dives into the ocean and swims up shore slowly, allowing the water to glide down his wide haired chest, down to his lower abdomen. With the way the brand owners were staring and drooling at Logan’s body on screen, I am very sure that they are all wet in their panties right now, just like me.

I cleared my throat and walked into their middle. Also, the scene had been taken away; that was when they noticed me.

“Oh, Logan’s bride to be!” One of them said ecstatically, and on purpose, especially after what they had seen.

I faked a smile.

“You are the luckiest girl on earth! What?!” Another one screamed excitedly.

Yeah right…if only, I mused within me.

“How did you two meet? The blogs don’t have that story yet, and I am dying to hear it! Tell me how you met and secured a god like Logan D’Nores, please!” Another pleaded, she was almost falling on me just to get close and plead with her eyes as well. 

I know also that there was a question that accompanied the one she asked, but she would not dare to say it out loud. In fact, I am hundred percent sure all of them and half of New York City are asking the same questions in their mind, but none of them would be bold enough to ask me such, especially these ones in Logan’s living room. Should they dare voice it out, their business deal would be called off, and their career flushed down the toilet like it never happened. 

Now, aside losing a business deal with the one and only Logan D’Nores of all people, who would want the business they have spent years and sweat and blood building to vanish into thin air, who?

I bet nobody.

“How did Logan D’Nores meet a local girl like you?” That’s the hidden question at the tip of everyone’s lips.

Anyway, the color drained from my face when she asked that question, and although someone nudged her for asking, the deed had already been done. The question reminded me of how I got here in the first place, and why I was being forced to marry a man who had killed my only sibling, Samuel in cold blood. 

They did not know why I lost the color in my face, but only I know, and the image and memories all came rushing back, but I did not get the chance to recover when we all heard Leah scream at the top of her voice, almost tearing down the mansion…

“Alice Morgan!”