5

"I don’t lie," I said, sucking in a slow breath, locking eyes with Logan like I actually had a chance at keeping my cool.

He didn’t say a word. Just stood there, staring me down with that lazy, cocky gaze, dragging it over me like he was taking his sweet time unwrapping a present. His eyes dropped to my lips, and just like that, I forgot how to breathe.

Oh, hell. I knew that look. That I am two seconds away from ruining you look.

And the worst part? I wanted him to.

I clenched my thighs, suddenly feeling an indescribable heat down there. If he kept staring at me like I was the last slice of cake at a party, I was going to lose whatever little dignity I had left and drop to my knees for him, right here, right now.

"Regret," he muttered, one brow lifting like he was amused. Then came that slow, arrogant smile, white teeth flashing, sinful and confident. "Never liked that word. Sounds like an excuse."

He ran a hand through his hair, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Like he could feel the way my body was practically vibrating in frustration.

I gulped as he took another step forward, closing the space between us like a damn predator. Instinctively, I stepped back, only for my back to hit the wall. Trapped.

His fingers brushed against the corner of my lips, light as a feather. "Regret sounds like an excuse,"he murmured, voice low and dangerous. "An excuse to pretend last night didn’t happen."

My pulse pounded so loud, I was sure he could hear it.

Nope. No. I needed to get out of here before I did something really stupid.

"I am done with this conversation," I snapped, turning to leave before I could grab him by the shirt and beg him to pin me against this wall and ruin my life. Because at this rate? I just might.

But, of course, Logan wasn’t letting me go that easily. He suddenly held my wrist again, and before I could even think about escaping, he yanked me closer, so close that my boobs were now smashed against his chest, zero space left between us. 

Oh. My. God. 

His breath was warm on my face, his lips dangerously close to mine, and I swear my brain stopped working. If he just leaned in a little bit more… if he just took the damn hint and kissed me, I wouldn’t even pretend to fight it.

 "Did you regret that kiss too?" His voice was low, teasing, full of trouble. "Did you regret how my lips felt on every single inch of your body?" 

I parted my lips to say something, anything but quickly shut them again, terrified that if I opened my mouth, an embarrassing moan might slip out instead. Especially with his hands now sliding down my back. 

Lower. And lower. 

Until his palm suddenly held my ass like he owned it.

 "Did you regret it when I touched you here?" His fingers squeezed my ass, making me forget how to breathe temporarily. "Because from where i am standing, it doesn’t look like you regret anything right now."

 "Logan..." I breathed, no, more like a whimper.my entire body on fire. He tilted his head, brushing his so lightly against mine. Was it a tease? A warning? A promise of What he would do if I don’t behave? 

 "I don’t regret anything," he murmured, his voice deep and full of sin. Then his eyes locked onto mine. "And get ready, sweetheart, because this doesn’t end with last night."

 Oh, hell. I was so screwed. He smirked, clearly amused at how wrecked I already was, how I could barely think, let alone breathe. And then, just like that, he shifted away from me. "I am dropping you off at school," he said casually, like he hadn’t just flipped my entire world upside down. 

Then he turned and walked off like he didn’t have a single care in the world, while I stood there, completely frozen, my forehead damp with sweat, my heart pounding like I had just run a marathon. 

I bit my lip, watching the way he moved. That stupid black jacket. That effortless confidence. Even from behind, he was unfairly perfect. Like he was put on this earth solely to mess with my sanity.

True to his word, Logan drove me to school that morning.

And true to my nature, I spent the entire ride staring out the window like an awkward loser. Too shy, too dumb, and way too sexually frustrated to risk starting a conversation.

Because let us be real, what if I said something stupid? Or worse, what if my stupid mouth somehow convinced him to pull over and fuck me on the side of the road?

God, I needed help. Or dick. Probably both.

Logan, completely unaware of my horny crisis, drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "You good?"

No, sir, I was not good. I was fighting for my life. But instead of admitting that, I cleared my throat. "Yeah. Just, uh... taking in the sights."

He snorted. "Right. Because this boring-ass road is so scenic."

I clenched my thighs together. Jesus, even his laugh was sexy.

Thankfully, we pulled into the school parking lot before I could embarrass myself any further. The place was packed, students walking in pairs, laughing, flirting, and generally looking like they had their shit together. Unlike me.

And holy hell, this place was massive. Bigger than I expected, which only made my anxiety worse. Would I fit in? Would people talk to me? Would I end up sitting alone in the cafeteria like a tragic rom-com heroine?

But my biggest problem? Everyone here was rich. Like, disgustingly rich. Luxurious cars lined the lot, designer outfits everywhere, limited-edition Birkin bags swinging on delicate arms like they weren’t worth more than my entire existence.

This was not my world. I was new to this kind of wealth, and I hadn’t even figured out the basics yet. Like, was Chanel considered casual? Did people actually wear Gucci slides to gym class? And most importantly, how the hell was I supposed to make friends here?

Hopefully, someone else was struggling just as hard as I was. Preferably someone normal. And hot. And maybe a little dumb. Because at this point, I needed a distraction before I did something reckless.

Like begging Logan to turn this car around and take me home… or just take me.

“You will be fine,” Logan said, turning to me with that cocky, panty-melting, i know you would let me ruin your life smirk. His voice was smooth, effortless, like he wasn’t the reason my thighs were clenched together. “First days suck for everyone, but trust me, you will fit right in.”

Easy for him to say. He looked like he walked straight out of a Calvin Klein ad.

“Yeah, yeah. Words are cheap,” I muttered, pushing the door open and stepping out.

Logan got out too. I had half a second to make my escape before he said something else. But just as I took a step—

“Logan!”I heard a girl voice called 

I turned toward the voice, and boom. Instant inferiority complex.

This girl wasn’t just hot, she was a Victoria's Secret model meets I*******m baddie meets every guy’s wet dream.

Long, perfect legs. A tiny waist. Boobs that probably defied gravity. skin that looked airbrushed, and platinum blonde hair that probably smelled like expensive vanilla perfume. Oh, and the blue eyes? Yeah, real-life Barbie.

She ran toward Logan like he was a five-star meal and she hadn’t eaten in days, throwing her arms around him and pressing her whole body against his.

Then, because the universe clearly hated me, she pulled back just enough to kiss him. On the lips.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

I didn’t know what it was, but something inside me snapped the second her lips touched his.

Was it anger? Jealousy? 

Honestly, I had no clue. But what I did know was that Logan wasn’t exactly fighting her off. If anything, he looked way too comfortable with her tongue in his mouth.

Wait.

Did this man have a whole-ass girlfriend this entire time?

And even if she wasn’t his girlfriend, let’s be real, there was no competing with that. 

“I saw your car pull up, and I just couldn’t help myself,” she purred, practically pressing her tits against him.

I should’ve walked away. Should have acted like I didn’t care.

But no.

I stood there, watching like a dumbass, probably looking like one of those sad puppies in adoption commercials.

“Yeah, just got here,” Logan replied like this was just another Tuesday and not the moment my delusions shattered.

Then Barbie Extra Deluxe turned to me with a curious smile. “Oh, I don’t think we have met before.” She looked at Logan, then back at me. “Who is she?”

Finally, a chance to introduce myself. Maybe say something cool. Something that screamed main character energy.

I opened my mouth—

“Let us just leave it at nobody for now,” Logan cut in.

Excuse me?

I snapped my head toward him, eyes wide. Nobody?

Did this motherfucker just erase me from existence?

But instead of explaining himself, he just threw me a smirk before slinging his arm around her shoulder like she was his favorite toy and saying, “Come on, let us go to class.”

And just like that, she gave me a little wave and walked off with him like I was nothing more than background noise.

I stood there, fists clenched, my entire body burning with something I couldn’t explain.

What was this feeling?

Was this jealousy?