Chapter 8

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,