Elena
I'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 breath, convinced Logan didn't hear my comment.
I was wrong.
Logan chuckles. "You're so mean."
"I'm not mean."
Logan returns to making my food. He has rolled up his sleeves, and the other servers are whispering by the corner of the kitchen. The ladies working for me certainly have noticed his exposed biceps. Hell, even my mouth is turning dry from watching them.
"What's your deal anyway?" Logan suddenly asks while cooking. He is moving swiftly like a ninja while talking. "Your snide comments and hatred make it seem like you already know me," He pauses then. "We didn't go to the same school, did we?"
My heart stops beating. Lying is the only way out. I can't reveal my true identity to Logan; reliving the shame from that rejection in the past would kill me at the spot.
"No, we didn't go to the same school."
Logan laughs. "Did we date in the past? Is that why you hate me so much?"
Ha. I wish we dated in the past. Back when I thought you had a heart inside that chest of yours.
"Nope."
"I didn't think so either," Logan admits. "I would have remembered a pretty face like yours."
His compliment makes me want to puke. Instead, I execute the perfect grimace, dramatic enough to make him laugh when he steals a glance at me. He is looking off to the side, showcasing his beautiful profile as he glances down at me.
"Is it that bad to receive a compliment from me?" Logan asks.
"Yes," I reply dryly, determined to keep hating him, even if my thundering heart seems incapable of that. "If you don't mind, I will go and sit down by the table. I have some stuff to check on my phone."
"No problem."
I take a seat by the table and scroll on my phone for what seems like an eternity. Unfortunately, I can't focus on the posts on Facebook—I can't even relax!
Logan has taken over my thoughts. He was all that I could think and dream about in the past, and now I'm afraid he has infiltrated my senses again with his bad-boy charm.
Why am I so weak when it comes to that guy?
One juicy glance my way, and my brain cells commit suicide by jumping out through the window, leaving me unable to function around the beautiful man.
"Sorry it took so long," Logan hurries to our table with two plates. The smell of something delicious immediately takes over my senses. "I brought your food and Emma's plate—I will fetch mine once these are down on the table."
I swallow. The plates are arranged perfectly with vegetables, some thick, cold sauce in a tiny bowl, and the filet mignons look perfect. I'm too busy absorbing the colorful plate to pay attention to Emma slipping into a chair next to me.
"Oh, boy!" Emma exclaims, sounding happy. "This looks delicious!"
Logan returns with wine, glasses, and his plate. A huge smile is plastered on his face, and a thin layer of sweat has formed on his forehead. Blonde tousled hair is hanging down into his sparkly eyes, and yet, he looks better than ever.
"Shall we eat?" Logan takes a seat but keeps those mesmerizing eyes on me. It's uncomfortable. "I want to know what you think of my cooking."
I notice he is still sweating, probably warm from still wearing his sweatshirt inside my scorching hot restaurant.
"Isn't it warm wearing that thing?" I remark.
Logan smirks. "Do you want me to take it off?"
Emma gasps, but I don't even react and continue glaring into Logan's mischievous face.
"Are you wearing anything under it?" I ask.
Logan holds our eye contact. "A white t-shirt."
"Then I don't see why you can't remove that sweatshirt and allow your skin to breathe."
Logan flashes me a brief smile and then removes his sweatshirt by raising his arms above his head. I keep chewing on the filet mignon, taken by the excellent taste and then almost choking on the piece.
Logan's tight t-shirt rides up his stomach with the movements of his arms. Too weak to resist, I stare at his rock-solid abs peeking from under his shirt along with the very top of his white Calvin Klein underwear. A visible v-line got the room heating up to tropical degrees.
Holy mother of wealthy billionaires...
This is like live-action porn! And it's embarrassing to admit that I most definitely would pay money to watch this guy dance or do nasty stuff naked while a webcam records him. As long as Logan didn't know I was watching him, I would maybe even tip him, have him bounce that round ass for me.
"That feels much better," Logan says and lowers his thick, muscular arms. I immediately lift my gaze from his crotch area, only to find him searching my eyes with a knowing look on his face. His lips twitch. "How is the meat?"
I clear my throat, hyperaware of his slow-spreading smile. "I was wrong about your cooking skills—this tastes amazing."
Emma fills in with a hum, her mouth full of food. I know it's mean to acknowledge, but to be honest, Logan's killer show almost made me forget about her existence.
"I'm glad you like the food," He smiles at Emma, but then his eyes travel over to me and lingers on my face. It makes me uncomfortable to eat his food, knowing it gives him satisfaction.
"Where did you learn how to cook?" Emma asks with her eyes filled with glitter and hearts. She seems to be developing a crush on Logan.
"It's always been a hobby of mine. I find cooking to be very calming for the soul," Logan explains. "A lot of expectation and eyes have been on me from a very young age. I'm expected to take over my grandfather's entire company. As a result, I've been studying everything necessary to run a world-leading business, which gave me little time to do something I enjoy. But cooking I always had time for, at least once a day."
Emma nods. "Your grandfather owned all the Starlight hotels, right?"
"Now I'm the owner of those hotels," Logan smiles briefly. "Not only that, but my grandfather was also a prominent investor in many projects, some Kickstarter. So plenty of brands are owned by me these days, and it's all thanks to his crazy investments and willingness to risk everything for money."
I finish my food, then turn around to glance at Emma, who looks starstruck and ready to flash her tits for a chance with the billionaire. Seeing her face disappoints me. I didn't think money alone was enough to persuade her.
"Thanks for the food; it was delicious," I get up from my chair. Logan follows my movements with his intense eyes. One could drown in those pools of blue. "But I'm a busy woman and has to get back to work."
Logan smiles. "I get it..." A thoughtful look crosses his face. "Will you answer the next time I call you?"
"I thought we went through every song you want me to sing?"
Logan shrugs. "I thought I could watch your rehearsals, you know, to make sure everything is perfect."
I nod. Somehow I'm not buying Logan's excuse, but I don't want to argue in front of Emma. "Sure, I will pick up my phone next time."
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
LoganPast"So you want me to make friends with the unpopular guy, who you worry is depressed?" I ask while balancing a pen over the top of my fingers.The principal, Paul, is glaring daggers at me, unimpressed by my talented fingers. But he needs me, so he won't tell me to stop playing with his pen. Some kid named Ethan Archer doesn't have a single friend, and a teacher saw cut marks on his wrists. So now the principal wants me to make best buddies with him."Look," Paul is sweating. I can see beads forming on his bald forehead as he tries to find words. "You have poor grades, so you can benefit from making friends with the kid. Ethan's grades are excellent, and even if you're older, he should have no trouble with your subjects."Sweet. I can already see the future flashing past my eyes—top grades in everything, Logan the math genius. I can't wait! Now all I need to do is make sure Ethan can gain from this too. I will be his best friend ever