Guys!! What do you think Logan did to him? I'm curious to know
LoganWhen I got back home, Melisaa was already asleep, her eyes looked swollen like she had been crying and I could smell her sadness. I don't know what had happened but I didn't want Melisaa sad. Since the news, I had been reading a lot about pregnancy and I knew that a pregnant woman's emotional state—especially her stress, anxiety, and depression—can change her child's development with long-lasting consequences. I didn't want that for my child. I tried to spend as much time as I could with her, there was no way I was going to miss out on my child's life, I was going to be with Melisaa at every step of the way. After all, I promised I'd take care of her and I intended to fulfil it and it was part of my responsibility too, they both were. My family hadn't said more than the necessary words to me since I told them about the news. They kept pretending like Melisaa didn't exist, and neither did her pregnancy.Melisaa stirred in her sleep muttering incoherent words, I smiled when I s
Melissa “Good afternoon ma'am“ I managed to greet without stuttering and I got no response from her, I wasn't even surprised.“Melissa?” her cold voice and eyes lingered all over my face until they landed on my belly causing me to wrap my hands around it protectively. As it was going to ease the harshness of her glare. What had Logan done? Why didn't he ask me first, I knew at that moment that his family were aware that we were both expecting a child. I looked away from her newly permed hair to her face that was beat to perfection. I took in the light freckles on her cheeks and nose that only seemed brighter under the summer sun that shone through the window. She didn't look like her age one bit. She was wearing a custom navy blue Alexander Wang dress that was made of soft cotton that showed off every curve of her body. Her toned legs were on display as she stood in front of me, taking in my look as if I was a piece of filth compared to her. I could sense the hatred radiating off of
MelissaI woke up to my head feeling fuzzy and groaning slightly as I looked around me. Everything seemed blurry, and everything smelled weird. Slowly I opened my eyes to see a blurry picture of something I didn't recognize, everything was black. The last thing I remember was Diane hitting me with something, was I dead, was this the afterlife?“Hey?” some called out and I had to blink rapidly before my vision cleared.I saw a familiar figure with messy long black hair standing in front of me with those green eyes.“Am I dead?” I said the first thing that came to my mind.I heard that familiar chuckle. “Good to see you too Melissa, how do you feel?” he asked me.“Like shit, my head hurts” I struggled to sit up and he helped me, putting a pillow against the edge of the bed so I could lean comfortably on it.“You had a mild concussion” he explained as he held a cup in my direction.I hesitantly took the cup “Thanks” I said and gulped the warm liquid down. “Ew, what is that?” I returned t
Logan I tried not to think of how sex with Melissa was magic, it was enchanting and I wouldn't lie about not being intoxicated. It felt like the first time whenever our bodies met, I didn't seem to get enough, I didn't want to get enough, I couldn't. Nothing was worth hearing like her moans and soft screams, her pleas for more and more I gave, more I craved.That morning when I woke up, I felt uneasy, everything made me uneasy and I was suddenly worried about Melissa. I shook my head and hurried to the kitchen, hoping to see her but it was just the maids. They were not expecting me, they all paused when they saw me, fear visible in their eyes.“Where is my wife?” I asked. My wife. I liked how those words rolled off my tongue with ease. I watched as all their eyes turned to Luisa, a particular maid who seemed to have bonded with Melissa .“She hasn't been here- in the kitchen today” Luisa finally spoke, her voice a little shaky. She didn't meet my eye, it was as if she was sure I woul
Melissa I woke up with a throbbing headache and with the sun threatening to make me blind, I had no choice but to roll over in bed and close my eyes until the throbbing subsided, at least for the moment. I couldn't even find the words to describe my hangover. I only knew it was bad when my eyes stung like they would explode. The thought of doing anything more than lying in bed made me feel even more nauseous. But I knew that as long as I kept my eyes closed and didn’t move, then I’d be fine for now. But I thought wrong and too fast.This is why saying no to alcohol was the best option, I finally understood that.At least Logan had been there, and he brought me home.Sucker! I thought to myself as that fluttery feeling came back and I let out an annoyed grunt. This time instead of trying to suppress the urge to vomit, I actually felt worse than before, and I really wished I could just sleep for at least another couple hours. I don’t know if I was still drunk, or not hungover enoug
Logan“I want to kiss you” those words flowed through my veins like wildfire, heating every part of my body from top to toe, until they reached deep down into my soul. We were forced to stick with each other as we attended a social event. And I had managed to get her to the car before returning to the driver's seat.I thought I'd never hear such an offer from her or ever think it would be so tempting after the last time. Yet it happened; my mouth watered just thinking about it. I looked away quickly, trying to keep my cool. What she had said wasn't true. The alcohol must've been affecting her because I wasn't sure if I actually heard her right. Or maybe the little alcohol had affected my ability to focus because, at first, I didn't realize the gravity behind her words. She had drunk more than two glasses of wine and she didn't listen when I told her it was enough.If it were some other person, I would kiss them right now, they wouldn't have lasted that long to be in a car with me.I