I take a drink of steaming hot coffee and turn the page of the novel I'm now reading. The book isn't one of those that pique my attention and makes me want to stay in this room until I finish it. It's more of a case of "I don't have anything else to do, so let's give it a shot."  The sound of the evening breeze could be heard through the open window in my room, prompting me to sink further into the couch. I didn't realize a week had passed after Grecia left because the last two days went so nicely. Apart from the odd mood swings from Logan, living with him wasn't all that unpleasant. But, contrary to my expectations, we didn't regularly bite each other's heads off. Unless we have dinner together, we rarely see each other in the house. Logan has always seemed to enjoy my food, so I always cook for both of us. Logan would usually get home late at night, but there were times when we would eat together in silence in the dining room. I had asked him the day b

Munching on my cereals, I concentrated on my essay, which was due the following Sunday. Today's class was just like any other day; to put it simply, it was dull. I was desperate to return to the mansion as soon as possible. Fortunately, the last class I had was free because our professor was away for an emergency, so I was able to return much earlier than expected. I sigh before putting down my pen and stretching my back muscles, which relieved me. I've been working on this for two hours and think I deserve a break. I rose from my position on the bed, where I had curled up like a cocoon wrapped in a blanket. I had forgotten that I needed to do laundry today, so I went to gather all of the clothes that needed to be washed. At the very least, I can make my break productive by doing some cleaning. Before leaving my room and going down the stairs, I gathered a bunch of my dirty clothes and threw them in a basket. I looked around the living room, expecting to see Log

“What the fuck are you doing in my room?” I heard him say before he towered over me. My pulse quickens as my fear grows stronger. Oh shit! I didn't dare to open my mouth for fear of revealing the truth. I clenched my fists around the hem of my T-shirt. My eyes were as big as saucers, and my heart was in my throat. When I remained silent, he grabbed my arm and drew me closer to his bare chest. Logan likes to be shirtless most of the time when he's in his room, and fate loves to put me in these situations. My eyes began to burn slightly. “Lia, answer me,” he chastises, his grip on my arm tightening. When I looked down at the floor, my eyes welled up with tears. I have no idea why I'm crying!? Maybe it's because I knew I was making a mistake but still went along with it, or maybe it's the fear of being caught red-handed or the fact that everyone here will find out I sneaked into Logan Watson's room in the middle of the night. He connects our eyes by lif

The leaves fell to the ground, adorning the streets and sidewalks with their vibrant gold and red hues. Through the glass window of Logan's sleek black Audi A4, as he slowly weaves through New York traffic, I watch the trees dance in the autumn breeze. The small world inside this car, the world that only consists of me and Logan, is packed with a tense and dull atmosphere, in contrast to the calm and happy spirit that followed the world outside the car. I haven't said anything to him except nod when he asked if he could drop me off at University because I was running late this morning. I would have taken a ride with Scarlet if she hadn't had to leave with Patrick so early this morning. I'm not angry with Logan for yesterday's prank; I believe I showed my displeasure by slapping him, but I've decided that from now on, it's better to give him the cold shoulder because Natasha's words kept nagging at me the entire time. 'You don't even have a right to b

It’s not the years we count, it’s the days we spent with them   Hammering, Banging, Pummeling, you name it. All of those things are happening to me at the same time. I groaned loudly before opening my eyes, but I winced immediately when the harsh rays of sunlight hit my cornea. I sat up straight, my hand on my pounding head, and blinked my eyes repeatedly until my blurry vision became clear. When I realized I was back in my room at Watson Mansion, I looked around the room and frowned in confusion. What the hell is going on? I don't remember much from the night before, other than getting dressed up to go to the pub to fulfill Scarlet's request and taking shots with her. My stomach began to clench and my legs began to shake. I jumped up with wobbly legs and dashed to the bathroom. I puked after hurling my head into the toilet, emptying the contents of my stomach. I flushed the toilet after wiping away my tears, and then washe