Chapter Eighteen: I’m In Between

Logan’s POV 

I had some late night work to do at the office since tomorrow myself, Emily and two faced will be having our first shoot for the brand opening. 

Maybe I was giving myself an excuse and I was trying to overwork myself just so I would not have to see two faced in my sleep. I was getting tired of it and for some reason the dreams were getting better. 

The other night I knocked myself out hoping it would work and it didn’t. I only ended up suffering from a hangover. 

I wanted to be alone, so I sent my secretary and assistant home. It was over work hours and the building was quieter than it normally is. I stood at the window side of my office. The view was excellent. It used to be my late brother's office. 

Even if most people say a CEO should be at a bigger office, I didn’t mind. I loved the place since it makes me feel close to Marcus and it happens to be the last place I saw him. 

The glass of Scotch in my hand tasted better than it has in a while. I had to think of the best way to get my revenge on Two faced and hurting Arthur’s business was not part of it. He is a good man that got conned into thinking he has an angel for a daughter. 

As for the time being, I have to put up with her. I need our relationship to create paths for me to enter the bigger picture and plus my parents are not willing to fully make me their heir only if they are sure that my marriage with two faced is real. It was kind of a tradition from my ancestors. 

Everyone might not know this, but when my father was in charge he was the acting CEO not until my grandmother spied and did her investigations on him and my mom and actually found out they love each other and their marriage was working right she gave him full control of the properties and companies. 

And now as the only son of the Maxwells that tradition applies to me and it has somehow come to bite me in the ass. 

I may already be a made man and the youngest billionaire in the city and I might as well choose not to care about inheritance, but at the same time I don’t throw my loved ones under the bus. 

My grandparents worked hard to build all of this and so did my parents and I have every intention to honor it. If it requires taking Two faced out more often and pretending we get along is what it is going to take to make everyone happy and continue to keep the legacy in my family, I would do it. 

I figured out that a private investigator hired by my grandmother has been spying on us. He isn’t someone I am not aware of since it’s not the first time he is spying on me. Although he doesn’t know that I know. 

Even if a lot of women would lie at my feet, I have never been a ladies man. I would rather stick to one woman and as much as I hate to admit it two faced has been the only woman that met up to my standards but it was all a lie and an act. She sure as hell fooled me. 

Two faced  is not the only person I have gone out on dates with; she just happened to be the one I ended up getting married to. I had to go on several dates at my grandmother's request as the only son of the Maxwell family. Now that I am finally married it’s a dream come true for her.  

Lost in my thoughts but, I didn’t have to turn back before realizing someone was walking towards my office. 

It was late hours and no one was supposed to be in the building by this time. I made my turn and leaned against the wall close to me, trying to send a message to whoever it was that I was ready. The door opened gently and I saw Emily make her way in. 

“Emily.” My face was straight. I wonder what she must be doing here. 

“Hey.. Logan.” She slowly made her way towards me. I could read the air already. 

“Do you need something?” I asked bluntly. I am in no mood for her games, and plus how did she know I was here. 

She has a habit of telling people that we dated but we didn't. She has been all over me for years and when she accidentally mentioned it to two faced, which I knew that it wasn’t by accident I didn't mind. Two faced could feel jealous for all I care.

When she called me that morning that she would be the brand ambassador instead of the original model Gina Gomez I knew something was up and she pulled some strings, but I chose to look the other way since Gina Gomez herself texted to inform me she wasn’t currently fit for the job. 

For old time sake between her father and mine, I decided to play along and plus I loved the drama between her and Two faced but I wouldn’t stick around to see her try to harass her. That is my thing to do and no one else has the right to do it. If she was a man I would have broken her face. 

“You know Logan…” she walked closer and closer.

“I’m here to surrender myself to you.” That was straight. She took a step back and tried unbuttoning her dress and I held her hand immediately. 

I gave her a knowing look. 

I didn't need any of that from her. I have no idea what she was thinking would happen when she gets here but I am sorry to disappoint her. 

I saw the anger in her eyes. 

“Why that bitch. I mean look at me I’m prettier and every man would die climbing up my tree.” She slowly bit on her lower lip but I didn’t flinch. 

Did she really come all the way here to do this same thing I have regretted for years. 

“What do you say? We have a little fun tonight.” She placed her hand on my chest and slowly dragged her fingers down and leaned in to kiss me. But I didn’t even wait for her to finish placing her fingers on my body. 

In one swift movement, I grabbed her by her neck and held her against the wall. I might not acknowledge Two faced as my wife, but it didn’t mean that I would cheat on her. 

“Le..Let go please.” She struggles to say the words, her eyes tear up. Her face turned purple immediately, but I wasn’t moved by it. I looked deeply into her eyes that were already popping out of her face. 

“For old time sake I will leave this go.” I whispered. Instead of freeing my hand, I tightened it without realizing it. 

“If you ever try to pull off something like this again, I will make sure you cease to exist.” I let go of my grip. I am not the type to hit women and I would never hit a woman, so I just let her go. 

I had no intention of sticking around and watching her trying to catch her breath back. I picked up my suit jacket from the chair and left.