Chapter 01 - The Man Who Hated Missy Sutton (Part 4)

- Why? she asked in surprise.

- Nothing. – Logan growled, shaking his head gently, as if he wanted to get some idea out of his head, before turning his attention to her again and shrugging, his voice acquiring a casual tone again – I forgot your sister mentioned today's date when you talked about it. I just thought this party had already happened a long time ago.

Megan had spoken to Logan about the party? Weird...

- So... – her confused thoughts were interrupted when he continued to speak, almost fearfully – It's at seven, isn't it? I was thinking of catching a ride with Devon and Megan since I don't know exactly where Mrs. Newton...

- You go? The question, spoken with nothing but sheer bewilderment, escaped her lips before she could stop herself.

Logan was going to Lauren's party? But why? It wasn't an event that directly involved the Knights. Of course, she had invited the whole Devon family, because she loved them too and, considering them part of her own family, would love for them to be there, – something Lauren was also completely in favor of, as they were the type rich and influential person she loved to hang out with - but Logan Knight? He could barely breathe the same air as her. Why would he want to attend an event that was only important to his mother-in-law and her boyfriend?

- You do not want me to go?

Seeing him ask that so sadly, almost hurt, Missy's stunned thoughts suddenly turned to regret. Hurrying up a smile, she vehemently denied it, eager to wipe that disconsolate expression off his face, even though it was incomprehensible to her why he would react the way he did.

- Of course not! I would love for you to come! – she stated, widening her smile in the process, happy with the prospect that maybe the time had come when she and Devon's brother could finally live in peace.

However, as soon as she said that, to her complete astonishment, his hitherto serious expression broke into a crooked, almost affectionate smile, and for a minute Missy found herself absurdly dazzled, almost disoriented. Of course, she had noticed how handsome Logan Knight was since she first saw him. But it would be strange if she hadn't noticed. After all, he was easily one of the most handsome men in the world. Megan had even mentioned that he had officially won that title, given by some very famous magazine, and more than once, even. Missy herself remembered seeing his face several times over the years, before he retired, when Logan was still one of the most in-demand models in the world, in numerous commercials and billboards around the country, as a poster boy for famous and luxury brands. She knew that it was with his exceptional good looks that he had made his fame and fortune as a model from an early age, before founding the agency at just 20 years old, making his brothers his partners a few years later. After all, that was a story she had heard Devon tell many times, so proud of his brother.

However, what no one had told her, and which she obviously had never had the opportunity to see with his own eyes until then, was how much Logan Knight was even more impossibly beautiful when he smiled. And not just beautiful, like a flower bud or a cute puppy, but…attractive. Extremely attractive. So absolutely breathtaking that, almost with horror, she realized that looking at him was making her feel…weird.

Damn it, she had to stop this. In fact, she thought she'd managed to let go of that kind of disconcerting feeling at the height of those first few days two years ago when she'd first met him. She'd found boys cute before, but she'd never felt… shivering like she had when she saw Logan's face for the first time. Fortunately, she had managed to suppress those strange and unheard-of reactions, until they had simply disappeared completely and she saw him only as her brother-in-law's grumpy brother who inexplicably loathed her.

Or at least she thought they were gone.

Heavens, she had never imagined such beauty could exist. Or that such beauty could have such strange effects on her.

Wait, what was she thinking? Those reactions had to go away again. She had a boyfriend. How would she feel if she knew Liam was looking at someone the way she was looking at Logan? And feeling... Those indecipherable sensations? Yes, surely she had to get her focus back together enough to look back at him without that weird haze of wonder.

As if she'd taken pity on her, the program finally completed its installation in full, allowing her to get out of there and get her head in the right place.

- Well, I think it's all settled now. – She informed him, trying to disguise her nervousness as she smiled, avoiding looking at him directly, knowing that an intense blush was coloring her cheeks – Next time something like this happens, don't worry. The files will most likely just be in the trash. A single click and they will be restored. – she explained, while getting up – And, of course, any other problem, you can call me. – Moving a few steps away from him, she waved and smiled shyly.

Serious and silent, Logan continued to stare at her intently for several minutes, his expression completely impassive, which only served to make her even more nervous and disconcerted, until he finally spoke again, letting out a deep sigh as he returned to his seat. feel in your chair.

- Thanks for the help, Missy.

- It was nothing. – she swallowed – So, um… See you tonight?

When he looked at her again, he didn't look happy or even angry, just oddly... Sad, maybe? Or maybe it was just the despondency caused by tiredness after a long day at work. Anyway, he just gave a small smile that didn't reach her eyes, like the previous smile had, and confirmed it.

- Of course. Until then.

With one last uncertain smile, Missy made her way out of his office, internally wondering what Megan would say when she learned that Logan finally seemed to have learned to live civilly with her... Well, anyway, that was good news. . Now, all she had to do was learn not to overreact to those incredible, disconcerting smiles...

Okay, maybe the first step would be to simply not think about them, in case she didn't want to feel so inexplicably...

Hot.