I stare up into Logan's blue eyes—he looks so angelic, innocent, and all I want is to punch his handsome face and destroy him for future women. He ruined my self-confidence. I was deeply, madly in love with him in the past, and after confessing my love and condition, the bastard said I would never be a real woman. He is the pain, but he sure as hell isn't the goddamn cure!
What is he doing here?
Does he know who I am?
Did he come here to laugh at me?
Logan tilts his head after finding me glaring daggers into his annoyingly handsome face. God certainly gave this idiot everything, money, sexy veiny hands that look good with his watch and now he has even found true love.
Why does God favor this man? Logan deserves to be beaten by a club and buried by a spade! The pain he caused me, its all washing up to the surface, making me see red. I hate him, and yet there is a tiny, little piece of my traitorous heart that still loves him.
I'm pathetic.
I could never have Logan in ways other women could, and yet I entertain the idea of raking my fingers through his hair and kissing his lush lips with abandon. Hating him is complicated when he looks like sex-on-a-stick, but I've heard sex with someone you loathe is the best—it's why women end up on the table under their boss while he unbuckles his belt.
"Is something the matter?" Logan asks.
I sneer, feeling my teeth on my lips. "Did you go to Townsend Harris High School?" I ask, only to make sure I'm not about to pour my drink over the wrong bastard. I'm seething.
"I did." Surprise flicks into his eyes. "Do I know you?"
There is a stirring in my head; Logan doesn't realize who I am! I almost start laughing. Part of me wants to tell him who I am, ask him to take a careful look at me now, and dare him to stay that I'm still not a real woman. I saw him looking at my breasts earlier, which filled me with some sick satisfaction. I. Am. Disgusting.
Still, it gave me confidence. It seems Logan finds me attractive at first glance. Of course, if he knew who I was, that would drastically change, but I can bask in the attention he is giving me for now. It makes me feel powerful.
I exchanged everything I own to turn into this, and although I will always feel flawed because I wasn't born like this, other people glancing my way fills me up with confidence. And Logan's eyes are eating me up at the moment.
"No, I don't think we have met," I tell him and reach out my hand without ever letting my eyes leave his. I smile at him, hoping it won't mirror the war going on inside my head. "I'm Elena... Elena Johnsson."
"Are you Swedish?" Logan asks as he takes my hand. His handshake feels electric—my insides hum in some primal response.
"Why?"
He smiles. "Just answer the question."
I never told Logan that my mother's name was Johnsson before she married her ex-husband and that she is part Swede, so I don't see the point in lying.
And no, I don't intend on letting Logan know my true identity. Pretending I'm not the Ethan that Logan once knew seems like the safest option. My heart won't bleed.
"I have some Swedish blood running in my veins, yes."
Logan nods. "Now that you've confirmed it, it's easy to recognize; you have a beautiful face, very Swedish,"
Wow.
He really doesn't recognize me?
And he called me beautiful?
I gaze into his eyes, hating how I'm already on the verge of tears simply because he called me beautiful. A storm rages on within my heart, but my guardian angel is sleeping, unable to hear my cries for help. I no longer want to stand here—it hurts too much to look at this man.
"Thank you for the compliment." My chest is constricting. I want to run away and cry somewhere where no one can see me. Buying Ben & Jerry's and then watching romantic movies all night while crying and asking why I'm single sounds lovely. "I-I have to change my clothes, but I will keep your card!"
Logan looks at me with readable concern. He is beautiful, more than I could imagine in my dreams, but I never want to see him again.
"Did I say something wrong?" His blue eyes shimmer.
I shake my head, smiling briefly. "Not at all; why do you think you said something wrong?"
Logan takes a step closer, and I'm forced to tilt my head to see his eyes, watch the concern unfold on his face. "Because you're crying,"
I'm buzzing, extremely aware of him. "I'm just tired from my performance; it can be scary standing on stage sometimes." Nervous laughter comes out through my mouth. I have to get away from him before I suffer from a mental breakdown. "It was nothing you said. I'm actually happy that you want me to perform at your wedding, flattered, really."
"So you will do it then?" His voice has taken a lower tone, and he is watching me under the dim light coming from the lamp hanging in the ceiling, probably trying to figure out if we have met somewhere before.
I swallow thickly. "I-I will need some time to think about it!"
"You would make me very happy." His voice reverberates through me. I'm so conflicted, angry, and attracted to him at the same time. Seeing him trying not to look down into my cleavage is driving me mad. "And the wedding will be held on a small tropical island; I will pay for your ticket and even let you bring a friend. All I need is your beautiful voice on the stage. What do you say?"
At this moment, I'm ready to promise Logan anything as long as he leaves me alone. When Logan is around me, I can't breathe, can't think logical thoughts. He is like a virus, something that travels through my entire body and spreads ash and destruction wherever he touches.
"S-Sure," I smile. I can always turn Logan down later. Agreeing to this doesn't mean my words are sealed in stone. "I will call you sometime next week."
Logan is still watching me with his intense, blue eyes. "I will be the one to do the calling." His lips turn playful then, and the curiosity in his eyes can't be rivaled. "I have a feeling you won't actually call me."
I meet his smile. "You got me all figured out, huh?"
He laughs. "Most definitely not. I have met many people during my career, and trust me when I say you seem to be one of those people with a hundred layers."
"Is that a bad thing?" I can't help but glare at him.
"Not at all." He lifts his hand to order one of the same drink, and Emma shoots me a look that says: "who is this?"
I smile at Emma, who comes over with Logan's drink. She offers him a well-practiced smile, stares down at his ring for a fleeting second, and then rolls her eyes. Fuck. She thinks I'm one of those here-to-steal-your-man women!
"Is there anything else you want?" Emma asks after noticing Logan's expensive watch. Good girl! Her game face is on; it's time to make money. "We have a wide variety of snacks."
"I'm good, thank you." Logan hands her a polite smile.
I silently watch their exchange and then move for the door close to the bar desk but stop myself in the doorframe. My fingernails tap against the wall as thoughts circle inside my head.
"How will you call me? I don't remember giving you my number."
He can't be some sort of stalker, right? Logan is going to get married, but I never did hand him my number...
Logan turns around with a smile. "Your face is on the employee wall; I believe you're the owner of this place, correct?"
I blush. "Right..."
His lips curl higher up his face, giving wake to dimples. He looks so good under the dim light with his expensive clothes and styled hair. "Rehearsals will start next week, but I will contact you before then to talk about what songs I would want you to play. I'm keeping it all a secret from my future wife; I want your performance to be a surprise."
I raise my eyebrows. "Are you sure she will like my voice?"
He smiles. "Melodie has heard you sing before, years ago in this same bar, and so I came here to find you." Laughter comes out through his lips. "I got lucky to see you perform."
Melodie, huh?
Well, that is a beautiful name. Despite our history, a tiny part of me is happy that Logan has found the one, but then there is that voice telling me he doesn't deserve happiness after shattering me into oblivion.
Logan broke me to pieces. I was his best friend, and he spat in my face. Hurtful words left his lips; he called me disgusting, and simply remembering makes me glare at him with tears prickling behind my eyelids.
How could he so easily hurt me? Calling Logan a man is an insult to other men because while Logan's face is beautiful, he is ugly on the inside.
Seriously, how could he be so mean to me in the past? How!?
My heart wants revenge, and since Logan is obviously attracted to me, maybe it's possible to mess with his head; he shattered my heart—it's only fair I get to play with his. If I accidentally drop it, then it's on him. He broke me first.
A smile graces my face. "You know what? I look forward to helping you make your wedding into the best day of your life."
The music is disappearing but still rumbling through the walls as I walk further away from it. Customers are laughing, and I can hear whistling—things are getting wild on the dancefloor. But I will not be up all night. All I need is enough alcohol to drown my sorrows or pass out so I no longer can focus on my depressing meeting with Logan. "I'm so stupid..." I whisper to myself repeatedly while walking with a flask of wine in my right hand. My high heels were killing me, so I'm holding them in my other hand. I'm wobbling too; gosh, I probably look like a mess right now. "Why did I promise Logan to sing at his wedding? I'm so stupid, so fucking stupid..." With unsteady legs, I miraculously make it back to the empty changing room. I'm breathing fast, with the past flashing by my eyes. I can hear Logan's past self introducing himself, and it hurts like a knife seeing that damn smile—I have to sit down in the room's corner and hug my knees for comfort.
A cover of Time After Time is playing on the radio as I clean the tables inside my bar. It's late into lunchtime, there are barely any customers inside, which makes it the perfect time to clean. I spray a table with a good amount of Ajax and rub it with a washcloth at a stubborn spot until I hear a deep chuckle behind me. My initial response is to jump a mile before turning around to frown. Logan. What a lovely surprise... I've been ignoring Logan's calls all weekend, and now he is here, standing inside my bar on a Monday while wearing casual clothing and still managing to look as handsome as the devil himself. I shoot him a look over the table, forgetting the world as I get lost in the outlines of his vast muscles visible through his grey hoodie. The cloth is hugging him tightly, drawing my attention to his corded arms trying to bust through the material. Did he intentionally buy the wrong size? I take him in under a few silent seconds, appre
Logan Elena is quite the knockout. She is sitting in front of me, and I'm already having a hard time focusing. I'm staring down at her gigantic, green eyes as they skim through the lyrics to a song. It's one I requested her to sing at my wedding, but I'm more captivated by Elena. From the first time I looked into her eyes, I felt instant chemistry, like a lighting bolt surging through me, but this woman is doing everything in her power to fight what is already there. I wonder why? Maybe it's because I'm supposed to get married? Probably. Elena doesn't know that it's a contracted marriage with no authentic emotions involved. It's a business marriage that needs to last for two years to inherit my grandfather's company and money. My grandfather didn't want me to turn into a playboy billionaire like him. So now, after his death, his testaments declare I need to be married to inherit his money, or else everything will go to my sister, who,
ElenaI'm watching Logan search through the pantries for ingredients and something to cook alongside the filet mignon he will be making.Emma is excited, but I'm not sold yet. His choice of protein is interesting. Don't get me wrong, I'm by no means a chef, but I know filet mignon is lean and free of any tough muscle, making it easy to overcook since there isn't much fat."Consider yourself lucky to be able to taste my cooking," Logan turns around to wink at me saucily.I roll my eyes from my place, leaning my back against a stove that no one is using."I still don't believe you can cook—don't you have servants for that?" I snicker in amusement. "I bet you don't even wipe your ass."I shouldn't have mentioned his ass—now I seem unable to look away from it as he bounces it around for the show."I do wipe my ass. I'm a big boy, thank you very much.""Bet you have someone doing it for you at home," I mutter under my br
After an extended date walking around the river with Trevor, I take off my stinking sandals and step into my room. I had way too many drinks tonight. However, no matter the alcohol, Trever remained boring."What a long ass day!" I'm talking to my cat—it's a habit of mine. Sue me for it being non-attractive. "First, I had that lunch date with Logan, and then I spent the entire night listening to Trevor talking about himself."My Ragdoll cat, Sheba, shows her concern by meowing. Her blue eyes are so thoughtful and intelligent, and the tone of her voice is downright soothing—fuck me, I've been living alone for way too long. I've officially gone nuts for finding comfort in a feline."Trevor is a nice guy, but he just doesn't do the trick for me..." I complain while throwing off my clothes onto what I call "the chair" it's the place where not clean, but not quite dirty clothes go."Maybe we should move out from here—I've gathered it's easier
A bubble of excitement rise within me, bringing a giggle out through my parted lips. I've had too much alcohol, but who cares?"What do you mean by saying you will show me everything?" I stroke my finger over my lips. Here it is, the downfall of the great Logan. Bye-bye, happy marriage.Logan chuckles. "Exactly what I said, but first, I would like to ask you something."My fingers are already down the drain, causing me to eye roll dramatically and sigh even louder—Logan is no fun. I'm horny. Poor me having to answer some stupid question before I get what I want."Fine!" I exclaim. "Ask away!"The man hums into the phone, and I laugh in pain.God, Logan is torturing me. But for some odd reason, I'm warming up to his voice. It no longer makes me angry to tune in to his talk. Instead, I feel hotter than ever. I want to see him naked."Why do you hate me?" Logan asks."Because God gave you everything. You're a rich, spoiled,
Harper is the one curling my hair before my date with Logan. My stomach is in knots, and Harper isn't making it any easier by shaking her head at me whenever we make eye contact in the mirror.She had been silently judging me for an hour."Speak," I tell her. "Tell me what you are thinking."Harper sighs. "I don't think this is a good idea, Elena. You will end up falling in love with that hunk if you date him, not break his heart.""I won't know without giving it a try," I tell her as I focus on my reflection, wondering if I look sexy enough for Logan. "And falling in love with him is out of the question.""Mmm," Harper sighs. "With that body and his 6'5 height, all he needs to do is sling you over his shoulder. You won't stand a chance, darling. He will pound hard into your ass until the idea of another man is fucked out of your system.""HARPER!" My entire body burns in embarrassment.The woman shrugs, smirking briefly. "I'm just te
I'm sitting inside Logan's car, sweating because of anticipation. It's been a long time since I've been on a date, and the other guys couldn't compare to Logan. The attraction I feel towards him is unreal—my panties are already wet from simply remembering our last conversation.Unable to help myself, I let my eyes roam his body—god, he is enormous. He has that kind of physique that would make it easy for him to throw me over his shoulder and kidnap me for his own. I squirm in my seat at the mere idea. Jesus Christ. I'm already turned on, and his abs are making the situation even worse. They are trying to press through the fabric of his grey v-lined t-shirt, dancing every time he turns the wheel."Don't worry, Elena," There it is, that freaking accent along with his confidence and colossal ego. "Once we are at my place, you will get your fair share of this body."I gasp at his arrogance, but Logan hushes me, grinning with a glint in his eye. Any remai