I hadn’t had the luxury of closing my eyes in sleep even a bit ever since we saw a drone recording us by the window.
There was something fishy about the radiance of that red blinking light seen as the drone hovered at the most critical moment of out retreat; our bonding moment. How precise it was in timing, targeting when we were all over each other and ruining the moment left me confused.
As for Leigh, I was able to persuade her to go back to sleep, while I do the thinking for the both of us. But that sleep didn't come without a strange nightmare disturbing her, but she went back to sleep again almost immediately without telling me what it was.
I sat downstairs not comfortably, as my mind filled with reflections of what we had passed through the last couple of weeks, and what could happen if none of that is arrested. The mug of coffee in my hand had gone cold when I finally remembered it.
I went ahead to surf th
Leigh’s POVHe stood there without saying anything at first.Which gave me the strong feeling that something was definitely wrong.Logan Hunt never for once adopt the measure of shutting up when he has something important to hide from me. He won't waste time in being overcompensate. He always made it his duty to distract me with sarcasm, or maybe plant few forehead kisses, or bring out some ridiculous tricks which would come in form of him pretending to "accidentally" stroll pass me totally shirtless. I noticed this has been happening each time there's a serious conversation between us.But reaching tonight?None of that happened. There was nothing.Today, there was just silence.And I have closely observed that silence with him was never to be chosen as it's more deafening than any storm present.“Logan,” I called, after standing for ages right in the middle of the bedroom, my arms folded ti
Logan’s POVI hadn’t had the luxury of closing my eyes in sleep even a bit ever since we saw a drone recording us by the window.There was something fishy about the radiance of that red blinking light seen as the drone hovered at the most critical moment of out retreat; our bonding moment. How precise it was in timing, targeting when we were all over each other and ruining the moment left me confused.As for Leigh, I was able to persuade her to go back to sleep, while I do the thinking for the both of us. But that sleep didn't come without a strange nightmare disturbing her, but she went back to sleep again almost immediately without telling me what it was.I sat downstairs not comfortably, as my mind filled with reflections of what we had passed through the last couple of weeks, and what could happen if none of that is arrested. The mug of coffee in my hand had gone cold when I finally remembered it.I went ahead to surf th
Leigh’s POV“This to me is giving kidnapping vibes,” I muttered as Logan skillfully pulled off the main road, diverting onto a lonely and also snow crusted path that from the look of things, hadn’t experienced a salt truck in the past days.“If that's what it is,” he said, his eyes still very much straight ahead of us, “I think I should let you know how much I've craved to hold you hostage and deliberately feed hot chocolate.”I dramatically rolled my eyes. “That’s not the comforting words I'm waiting to hear.”“I did you a favor, also brought marshmallows to keep your mouth entertained.”“Now you’re talking, that's the spirit.”I glanced through the car window to see the tires crunching through fresh snow as we sped up toward a small log cabin, carefully tucked between two strong pine trees. I observed smoke puffing gently from one end of t
Leigh’s POVWell, I couldn't wait for Logan before I could do something. Not that I don't trust him to handle it, I just couldn't sit back and watch things go south without being in control.It started from growing up, I never liked being pitied. Appearing on irrelevant headlines wasn't any of my plans for my career.You know this caption, “She survived against all odds.” “She bounced back.” “She fought and proved them wrong.”They always put it in a way which made it look like I one didn't pass through a lot of traumatizing situation before making back up.But I never agreed that I failed, no, I never failed. I earned everything by merit, never bribed my way, or endangered anyone's life just to benefit me.I was only pushed to a breaking limit.And right now?Right now I wasn't just returning coming back to be pushed to and fro ever again. I was returning with fac
Logan’s POVI had suspected something fishy, that the meeting as they informed was a trap when the message was sent as a formal request through and in the most ridiculous firm, a printed envelope.I read no much meaning to it, I just went ahead and did my thing.And when it was time to honor their call, I walked with authority into the boardroom that morning, I stared in disbelief as every suit in the building had gathered and were already seated, silent, and ridiculously sipping overpriced coffee like they were ready to offer me a life changing deal.“Mr Hunt,” said Mr. Connors immediately my feet stepped into the hall. He was the head of external relations, regularly incharge of alot of things, including to the ones out of his job descriptions. He's a bald man. Always have the looks of someone battling indigestion. “We are honored to have you here, and we appreciate you coming.&
Leigh’s POV“Tell me again the reason I’m not figeting and hiding under your warm bed with a box containing cookies and a blanket created out of denial?”Logan strolled to my side, handed me a mug containing strong coffee, the kind that could possibly raise the dead and within seconds, cancel regrets.“Because you’re no other person but Leigh Maverick,” he said, sitting comfortably beside me on the couch, “and from all I know Leigh Maverick doesn’t run. She's addicted to rewriting the damn story.”“I want to take to my heels this time,” I muttered joking while sipping the coffee“That's fine,” he grinned, slowly draping one of his arms over my shoulder. “But let it be known to you that if you run, I’m wasting no time in running with you. And this time, it would be matching hoodies, flirting with fake names, and I w
Logan’s POVWe were still very much tangled together.Still wrapped up, drowning aimlessly in the afterglow of something that I wasn't sure would pass through the test of time.Leigh’s head was still resting peacefully on my bare chest, I lay quietly as her fingers traced nothing but lazy circles over my skin. I wasn’t really sure if what she was doing was her way of soothing me or just another way to brand me to her taste, either way, I didn't care, all I wanted was to be close to her.The room but now camouflaged by smelling just like her. Like her sweet vanilla and vindication sweet aroma.Then, as we tried resting...We heard a bang on the door. It came three times, making us jump out of our skin.“I swear, I will definitely break someone's head if that happens to be Mason again...” Leigh groaned clearly annoyed, reaching out to grab the blanket and clutching it protectively to help
Leigh’s POVI wasn’t supposed to come near, talk of knocking on his door.I had convinced myself I was only taking a stroll past his street to clear my head, that it wasn’t intentional that I picked his street, but because of its quiet nature.But somehow, my feet managed to make the decision even before my heart had the chance to make it's mind up.But before I knew, there I was.Standing outside, holding out my hand to ring the bell in his penthouse door.I didn’t even succeed in knocking again.And the door opened somehow opened before I could. Like it has been expecting me, like it had been mandated to do so on sensing my aura.And when I looked up, there he stood, completely barefoot, checking him out, I noticed he was wearing a grey T shirt and joggers. I was shocked on seeing him on simple outfit. Isn't this the Logan Hunt that put fesr in many, even caused trouble in boardrooms.
Logan’s POVThey warned me not to do it.The PR team of my company. The board members as a whole. Even Mason wasn't left out as he stared at me weirdly like I had without doubt lost my last functioning brain cell.“You want to of all things, issue a public statement concerning what?” he lamented, arms crossed, and could be likened to a disappointed mentor. “Logan, this is not how personal matters are supposed to be handled, especially with the involvemeny of the company."“She’s shouldn't be considered as a personal matter,” I snapped angrily at him. These days, I had done nothing but scream like an angry bird at a little provocation. “She’s exactly the reason I got to pay attention to any of this. And from all I know, she deserves to be heard. She deserves her name to be restored back.”So, without listening to side talks, I just went ahead with i