Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected By The Billionaire: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 29

Logan I've done many stupid things in my life; who hasn't done something they regret? I've jumped from scarily high cliffs while my friends waited on my yacht and eaten scorpions. Bungee jumped even though I'm afraid of heights. Everything was a rash, stupid decision. But me asking Elena to marry me? That felt right. I'm happy, and even though Elena is doing everything in her power to focus on the conversation she is having with Harper, I know she can sense my presence. Shivers are prickling over her flawless skin as I'm sitting ridiculously close to her in a McDonald's booth. It's been ages since I sat in one of these. Most women I've dated would have laughed at me coming here, saying it's too low class, but not Elena. I like that about her. For a long time, it's been like I've forgotten who I am, but with her, I relax and be myself. I thought she was easy prey in the beginning, and boy, was I proven wrong. My mother probably won't approve of

Elena I'm about to marry Logan, and as I stare down at my custom dressmaker, the reality of things is finally sinking in. My childhood crush, not to mention my best friend of the past, is about to become my husband, and he doesn't know my true identity—I'm such an asshole. Gosh, should I go through with this wedding? Logan needs me to marry him so he can keep his company and money, but the idea of playing him and pretending to be a stranger is making my stomach roll in and out in anxiety. I'm a terrible person. My mind is spinning in circles. And I swear my brain cells are puking in the corner of my mind, desperately trying to keep up with everything that is happening in my life right now. I'm happy to marry Logan, excited to share a bed with the gorgeous, always-smiling man, but also terrified of him finding out the truth and rejecting me yet again. "You have a tiny waist—perfect for dresses," Monique, my dressmaker, beams up at me from the hewn of t

ElenaLogan gazes at me with furrowed eyebrows. His soft eyes are locked on mine, and guilt eats me up alive. I should tell him who he is about to marry, but I'm so afraid.I've tricked him into this—he might have asked me to marry him, but he doesn't know my true identity. The right thing is to tell him before the wedding, so he knows.He can decide what he wants to do after I've told him the truth. Logan will probably marry me either way since he wishes to keep his company and money, but the two of us will fall apart.The emotions in his eyes will fade to grey.His voice will grow cold.And he won't love me anymore.Tears burn in the corner of my eyes, and when one falls, Logan takes it away with his finger. He is so gentle with me that I quip for air and fall against his chest, wishing I didn't have to tell him."Hey, hey—" he whispers soothingly and hugs me to him, running his large hand down my back. "What is t

ElenaMy breaths are heavy, and I jerk on top of the bedsheets, lost to the sensation of Logan's lips kissing the insides of my thighs. I'm sweaty and close to seeing stars.I wish for Logan never to stop.But as if having read my thoughts, he stops pleasuring me and murmurs against my skin. "Tell me, has someone ever kissed you down here?"I'm panting. "Why does it matter?" Continue to kiss and lick me! Why is he talking right now? I swear he is the devil!"Because I'm possessive, Elena—I have to make sure you're mine and kiss every inch of your body until you're claimed," his tone turns darker, thicker. "I want to own you. You're mine. Only Mine."His words are hot and scary at the same time. He sounds so dark and severe, like he means every word.Does he?I have no time to ponder. Logan dips down his head, and insane pleasure wrecks my body.Holy shit...His head is between my legs, a large hand gripping