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, by the way, is married with children already.
Melodie is aware of this and wants some of the money for herself. I can't complain. She knows not to fill in for divorce within two years, and I would lie if I claimed my cock didn't twitch at the thought of her.
Melodie is hot, and she definitely likes me, but Elena has taken over my brain for the past few days. I can't get the way she looks at me out of my head. She seems so offended every time I say her name, as if she expects me to hurt her, and I want to know why.
"I like this song," Elena comments.
I smile, unable to help myself. "It's one that I can relate to."
A shy smile spreads onto her lips, but her eyes are still glued to my phone as the song plays. "I didn't expect you to be the kind of guy who listened to love songs—I was wrong."
When I don't immediately answer, she licks her lips in a nervous response and lifts her chin to look at me, and my dick is already hardening in reaction to seeing her wet, beautiful lips.
Do that again.
Fuck me.
Elena, you're gorgeous.
I want to see your tongue on my skin—imagine those soft lips wrapped around my cock. If I could remove that conservative blouse without consequence, I would be on the buttons in a flash to expose that delicate skin around your neck. I wouldn't mind sucking it.
"I hope I didn't offend you!" Elena exclaims.
"Not at all," I breathe. "Why would I be offended?"
My eyes travel back to her insecure eyes, and I ask myself how such a beautiful woman can have such lousy self-confidence. Elena seems to be that kind of person who apologizes for everything; she did when I caught her admiring my dick, and then she acted as if I would find that fact repugnant.
In reality, I loved watching Elena relishing the picture of my dick. I don't know why I'm so taken by her. Usually, I can get whoever I want. When I first meet an interesting lady, I put on the charm, and if my smile doesn't go home, I flash my Dubai First Royal MasterCard and Voilà, panties thrown at my face every time.
"I don't know..." Elena admits. Her cheeks are flushed; am I making her nervous? "Anyway, I don't think I can sing this song." She points at some lyrics with a grimace. "My voice won't go that low without it sounding incredibly fake and lackluster."
I smirk. "How low can your voice go without you sounding lackluster?"
Elena and I have a bit of a staring contest. She seems to smolder in her seat, which makes me want to laugh. Flirting with this woman is different; every dirty remark or comment earns me a glare. Elena isn't easy to impress—I love that.
"I won't answer that question." Elena returns to staring down at my phone, and that server from the other night appears by our table.
The server is young and beautiful, with a tight ponytail keeping her hair in place. Her eyes silently trail me up and down appreciatively. But, unfortunately for her, I only have eyes for Elena.
"Elena..." The young server seems to be anxious about something. She won't stop opening and slowly closing her mouth. "Um... I know you wanted to order lunch from the kitchen... But..."
Elena looks up from my phone. "What's the matter, Emma?"
Emma stares down at her feet, hanging her head in shame. "Audrey kinda went home early, and Jenna isn't here yet. I texted her, and she said she will be here in thirty minutes, but..."
Elena looks ready to explode. "What is with this place and everyone thinking they can call in sick at the last minute and go home early whenever they want?!"
Emma swallows thickly. "I know..."
Elena growls and plants her face on the table with her arms parked around her head. "Sorry... I'm not mad at you, Emma; I'm just so frustrated with this place sometimes..."
Emma nods. "Me too... I haven't eaten yet, and now I can't order lunch from here."
I glance down at Elena, hear her gurgling stomach, and then get up from my chair with newfound determination. It's been ages since I cooked something for a woman. I usually take my dates out to some flashy restaurant before inviting them to a hotel room.
"I'm not a MasterChef," I say and smirk in amusement when Elena lifts her chin to stare at me in confusion. Maybe this will be my chance to win her over. "But I'm skilled in the kitchen. Give me a pan, and I cook us lunch."
Emma is already celebrating. Her eyes take me in for several moments; she looks like I offered her a new car. It would probably be easy to get her down in bed with me, but I'm fishing for bigger fish.
"You can cook?" Elena doesn't sound convinced.
"Of course, all the well-equipped men know how to cook." I wink at Elena, satisfied when I see her irritated face catching color. I'm about to rock her world with my cooking. Embrace yourself, Elena. "Show me to the kitchen, Emma."
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
I'm sprawled out on the bed like a flower, feeling my chest rise and fall as I lock eyes with Logan's hungry gaze. His pupils are dilated, taking over the stormy blue color in his eyes. His lips part to form a confident smirk, and I watch him throw off his t-shirt, revealing a shredded chest. Dear lord—I didn't know men like this existed outside of fashion magazines for underwear. I can hardly breathe from expectation. Logan sinks onto the bedsheets on all fours, making the mattress creak underneath his weight. I lie back, gazing up at him and his bulging muscles, my breath trapped inside my chest—I'm afraid of where this will lead, but also soaking wet for this gorgeous man. Large hands grip around my waist, violently pulling down my jeans until only my wet panties are left. Logan then dips down with a sharp intake of breath, kissing my inner thighs—his lips are so warm and electric I swear I momentarily see heaven's doors. "You smell like flowers an
I'm staring into the wall, my thoughts racing until the split-second Logan's hand grabs my ass. Startled, I sit up in his bed, head hurting because of his cologne invading my senses. I shouldn't get cozy with him. Getting too comfortable with someone you can never have in the way you want is like asking for a disaster. "I have to go." My voice is weak, and I crawl away from him, conscious of his eyes tracking my movements. There is an ache inside my chest, one that tells me my heart is breaking apart. "This was a mistake." "Excuse me?" Logan glares at me. Anger is visible on his features until he sees the tears prickling their way out of the corner of my eyes. Then his face softens with a gentleness that appears just meant for me. I swallow tears. He got the kind of blue eyes that pierce right through me, and I wonder if he can see my soul and if he knows I wasn't born a woman. Logan sighs and palms his neck with his hand. "What's the matter?" He chuc
Logan I'm dragging my fingers through my hair for the billionth time, hoping the woman in front of me will disappear when I open my eyes—I'm not that lucky. Melodie is there, glaring at me with pouting lips and fist clenched so hard she could extract blood with her nails. "I've changed my mind!" Melodie announces. "We are no longer free to sleep with whoever we want!" "Mmm," I sigh. "What happened to Julian and Max? And that doctor, what was his name, Victor?" Melodie's face crumples up in sadness. "I only slept with them because..." She sniffles—here comes the salty crocodile tears. Her mouth opens up again, ready to give me a guilt trip. "I wanted your attention, Logan! You never even look at me!" "Our marriage was supposed to be business only. You agreed to there being no feelings involved." "That was before I fell in love with you!" She says it like she has practiced that line in front of the mirror. I resist the urge to sc