I didn’t utter even a word throughout the entire ride home.
The recorder, which I kept hidden inside my pocket, buzzed nonstop as we drove down to Logan's penthouse.
Logan was quick to open the penthouse door, but surprisingly, before I could reach out to knock before me, he stood like a statue that never moved even an inch from the spot where he bet me goodbye until my very return. His eyes quickly scanned my whole body for bruises or any hurt incurred from harsh words.
“You sure you okay?” he asked.
I nodded, moving past him and entering inside.
He followed me inside without saying anything; as I sat down to rest on the couch, I remembered the recorder, so I pulled it out of my pocket.
“I got everything he said all recorded here,” I said, my breath a bit shaky.
He arched a brow. “You mean everything?”
“Oh, yeah, that's what I said. He admitte
Logan’s POVI should’ve known today wouldn't be like other days the very moment I stepped into the kitchen, only to find my housekeeper. Seriously ironing my boxers on the kitchen table.“Mrs Calen,” I called, blinking to be sure I wasn’t still sleeping. “Why the hell are you pressing my very expensive Calvin Kleins next to raw eggs?”She didn’t even flinch like I was talking to anyone.Without directly looking at me, she said, “You mentioned that today is an important day, sir. And from experience, I would tell you for free that wrinkled briefs reflect nothing but a wrinkled life."I blinked again in amazement.”I quietly left the kitchen as I had entered.How do you stop a woman bent on ironing your briefs just to show her commitment and also wish you well, especially the one that possesses the wisdom of an old prophet?>>>
Leigh’s POVI didn’t utter even a word throughout the entire ride home.The recorder, which I kept hidden inside my pocket, buzzed nonstop as we drove down to Logan's penthouse.Logan was quick to open the penthouse door, but surprisingly, before I could reach out to knock before me, he stood like a statue that never moved even an inch from the spot where he bet me goodbye until my very return. His eyes quickly scanned my whole body for bruises or any hurt incurred from harsh words.“You sure you okay?” he asked.I nodded, moving past him and entering inside.He followed me inside without saying anything; as I sat down to rest on the couch, I remembered the recorder, so I pulled it out of my pocket.“I got everything he said all recorded here,” I said, my breath a bit shaky.He arched a brow. “You mean everything?”“Oh, yeah, that's what I said. He admitte
Leigh’s POV“I don’t have a good feeling about this,” Logan said, arms crossed, as he quietly watched me zip up my coat in preparation to leave.“I know how you feel.”“He’s been playing you, even now.”“Probably, I'm not ignorant of that.”“And you’re still going to meet him anyway?”“Definitely, that's the plan.”He sighed, then ran a frustrated hand through his ruffled hair, pacing like that would make me rethink what I need to do.“Leigh, this is Graham, my cousin, and I have lived with him from childhood to know that he doesn’t just talk. He manipulates those around him. He ensures to lay traps where you least expected.”“Then the good thing is we are both good at laying traps,” I said, tapping my handbag for him to see.His eyes narrowed in shock. “You plan on recording him?
Logan’s POVMy mother, since I know her, never knocked.She always has the habit of just appearing, like a storm you totally forgot you have with you until you suddenly cross paths again.“Nice penthouse you have there,” she started, stepping inside with the authority of someone who owns every corner of the house. “It's not childish, but warm and somehow stylish. Though I could tell it's slightly haunted by your guilt.”“ Mother!”“Yes, Logan!”She smiled, but it was obvious it didn’t reach her eyes. It never does, just smiling for the camera. She looked as expensive as always, but this time exhausted, though she looked exactly the way she was fifteen years ago, like a woman in charge of time, and can't be pushed into aging.Leigh stood in front of me in shock, not believing her ears.“I didn’t come all the way to this place to
Logan’s POVI should’ve known from the beginning that it wouldn't be so easy to get Mikel down.Cockroaches like him, as small as they are, never agree to die on the first attack; they go into hiding, constantly changing places to fit their descriptions.Julian, ever since we started working together, has been very loyal to me, and as I was still going through some files, he called first.“Logan,” he said immediately after I picked up the call, his voice grim, “I made my findings on Mikel’s lawyer, and I discovered they didn’t just pop out from the middle of nowhere. This guy is loaded with money. It's giving the vibe of; someone’s crazily funding a PR legal assault. That's how much money I'm talking about.”“From where exactly?” I asked in confusion.“That’s really the fun part of this whole arrangement. You won't believe he’s being fully funded and ar
Logan’s POVLeigh read out the name, and for a second, the name sounded so familiar.Then it clicked, I knew him, he's very close to me.I couldn't believe my ears that he could do that.“That’s no other person but my cousin,” I finally whispered.And this time, it isn't the distant, twice removed type, constantly not available type, the ones you can only afford to see at funerals and awkward family get together and Thanksgiving dinners. No, that wasn't the case.It was Graham Hunt.The very one that I had beautiful memories with, right to the point of stealing brownies with him at family events. The one I bonded so well with to the point of teaching him how to knot a tie. The one who developed the habit of calling me “Bossman” with a wide grin plastered all ovr his wide mouth, not knowing he was pretending to be happy for me, and was just concerned with being near the throne alone.It tu