MasukThe weight of his dick filled my palm, hot and heavy. His breath caught at the first touch, and his stomach tightened under my knuckles. I looked up at him through my lashes and smiled when I noticed how he was still fighting this. You would think he was about to be executed by how hard he was clenching his fist. “Logan —”“Shut up.” I stroked him slowly from root to tip. “You came to my flat, knocked on my door, and asked me to forgive you.” I tightened my grip and his dick throbbed against my palm. “This is how I forgive you.”His cock was thicker than it was that night when he had snuck into my room. The head was slick with a bead of moisture, and I swiped my thumb across it, smearing it on the tip. He groaned, and my dick twitched against my thigh.His hand shot out and caught my wrist. His eyes bored into mine. “Must it be sex?” “What? Did you think I wanted to go down on you?” I released his cock and shifted on the bed. My naked thighs brushed his at the action. I was already
LOGANWith my heart slamming hard against my ribcage in excitement, I led him into my room, to a place I had been dying to take him to. I pushed him down on the bed the moment we got into my room, and he frowned. “What are you doing?”“What do you think I'm doing?” I smiled.He gulped. “We're not having sex, are we?”My smile turned to a frown instantly. “Isn't that why you came to me?”He shook his head. “I didn't come for sex. I just thought we would —”“So, you're not here because you want to sleep with me?” I folded my arms and narrowed my eyes at him. “Wasn't that why you confessed to me?”He gulped, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. He ran his fingers through his hair and puffed out a breath. “I don't even know why I did that. The only thing I knew was I didn't want to make you angry.”My lips curved into a smile. “So, you'll do anything to make me happy?”He frowned, but still nodded. “Then, it's settled.” I climbed on his thighs and wrapped my fingers around his neck.
I spent the next two hours staring at the ceiling of my shitty flat. My phone sat on the nightstand like it had been abandoned. The only time I reached for it was when I got a call from my daughter. Aside from that, I didn't touch it. It had been three days, seventy-two hours of nothing from the one I so badly wanted to talk to. Logan was really hellbent on not talking to me, and I didn't want to be the first one to break. I wasn't going to call him. I would not beg. I wouldn't be Jules if I did just that. After all, I wasn't the one who started this first. He was the one who flipped out when there wasn't even a reason. I had only asked a question. If anyone should break, he should be the one. I did nothing wrong. I shouldn't always be the one extending an olive branch. I won't break. I won't let him have the last laugh.Yet, despite my resolve not to be the first to break, I stood outside his door at 11:45 PM, knocking like a possessed man. I didn't get a response, but that didn't
JULES What the fuck is going on with him? I thought we had gotten a bit closer, but it all ended after that conversation. I was only joking. There was no way I would have done the things I did just because of the payment I got from his father. If it were the case, I wouldn't have fucking fed him. I did that because I really wanted to, not because of anything. Yet he took it the fucking wrong way. Can't he take a joke?“Drop me here. I'm meeting Queenie for a drink,” he said when we drove past a cafe on our way to his school. Frowning, I stopped the car. “Why? I thought you had an early morning lecture —”“My class isn't until noon. Queenie wanted to discuss an assignment with me.” He removed the seatbelt and reached to open the door, but I stopped him. “Are you still angry at me?”He turned. “Angry? At you?” He frowned. “Why should I be angry at you? Did you do anything to piss me off?”I really didn't like his tone. He was doing it again. This was exactly how he had sounded befor
LOGANIf I knew being sick was all it took for Jules to act all caring towards me, I would have faked it a long time ago, like yesterday. Would he have cancelled his plans with that woman if I was sick?Thinking of that bitch, I gritted my teeth when I recalled the picture he had deleted a few seconds after uploading it. It was just my luck that I saw it before he deleted it. Jules was freaking smiling. I had never seen him smile that brightly, and he looked like he was where he wanted to be with her. That might have been the start of my illness. Seeing him, all cosy with that woman, made me want to bash something; her head, preferably. “Dinner is ready,” Jules announced as he walked into my room with a tray. He smiled when I made a face at him, and my heart skipped a beat. Even though he had looked happy with that woman, I felt special knowing he was here with me.But what if he's only doing this because your dad paid him to?I shook off that dark thought before it could take hol
I deleted the photos almost immediately. You could say I chickened out after sending it, and Carissa teased me about it all night long. She didn't even give me a freaking breathing space.And by morning, I was done with everything about her. I even threatened not to return home again. Well, we both knew I wouldn't keep those words, not when my Carie is living with her. I would always come home to her. I took Carie to school before I drove back home. I got a call from Paul, letting me know Logan didn't go to school. He didn't know what was wrong with him since he didn't let him into his flat, and when I asked if anything happened the day before, he claimed nothing out of the ordinary occurred. Logan just asked for a drive, then he ate at a diner before he took him home. He hadn't left his flat since they returned, which was odd. Paul was waiting outside when I got in. “You can leave,” I said to him as I headed to the lift. My stomach twisted with worry as I watched the numbers go up


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