Logan sent the house cleaner to call me from the bedroom to come downstairs to the living room. She delivered the message with her nose up, which is really condescending, especially coming from a maid. Anyway, I made a mental note to handle her case.When I got downstairs, the miniature man, Ethan was there, and so is Logan.“Finally, she came downstairs,” Logan said to Ethan, loud enough for me to hear. I smiled. I deliberately wasted some time, just to aggravate Logan.“Yes?” I asked, my hands on my waist.“Could you sit?” Logan asked me, his eyes pleading with me to not be an ass in front of Ethan.I flopped on the couch without a single care in the world. “So…I am seated now.”“You have been registered at a new college in town now, and…” Logan started to say, but I interrupted him.“What?!” I yelled. “Why wasn’t I informed?”“it’s…” Ethan tried to explained, but I faced Logan.“Why wasn’t I informed about this for crying out loud?” I asked Logan again.“Because I made the decision

The first day I went to my new school, I was amazed. Although I had already Googled about the school the night before, I did not expect it to be as beautiful as what I am seeing now.The day before, I asked the house cleaner to bring my stuff from the attic and I took some of my clothes that I can still wear out.But standing in front of my school now, and watching students hurry into the building, I felt out of place with what I was wearing. Taking a deep breath and giving myself a pep talk, I walked into school and into class.The school is the most expensive college around, and so only rich kids attend it, and which is why everyone minded their business.The first class we had was Geography, and even though I tried to pay attention, I could not stop thinking about my reality now.I mean, if not for Logan D’Nores, what would Morgan’s daughter be doing in a school such as this?After the first three classes, I noticed the students each had cliques of their own.Nobody made any attemp

I woke up late that morning; it is Saturday, thankfully, which means I do not have to get dressed and go to that damn school. When I got into the shower, I noticed I was very wet in my pant, and then I remembered that I dreamed of being sucked on my boobs, although the dream felt really real.“Mr. Logan is back,” Tia told me the moment I came out of the room, dressed in one of my baggy jeans and shirt. My eyes widened in surprise. “He is in his study,” she supplied.I turned and headed towards the study. The door was ajar, and I saw Logan sitting in the mahogany chair, flipping through one of his books on businesses. “When did you get in?” I asked, surprised that that is the first thing that came out of my mouth.Logan raised his head up and looked at me. He has not shaved, and his stubbles are quite obvious, but still, he looks ruggedly handsome. “Oh, you are awake.” He said and I took that as an invitation to go in. “Do you always wake up this late? When do you get to school, then?”

It appears that Logan did not bother coming into the room that day at all after the confrontation, or even at night, because when I woke up, the door is still locked from inside. I am still pissed off, so I did not even bother wondering where the wandering man passed the night.The D’Nores’s mansion is very large and spacious, and so he can easily have passed the night in any of the empty rooms, or even his bloody mini casino. I took my laptop, powered it on and did something I have been dreading to do since I made the discovery: I typed “Kozlova” on Google, This is very wrong, I know, but I have gone past the stage of wrongs and rights now, and I am sick and tired of just sitting around doing nothing with the useful information I have while foolishly hoping that we will fall in love and live happily-ever-after just like in the bloody romance movies he features in.The pictures of Kozlova appeared, and also information about him. He is tall, huge and wears an eye-patch. Apparently, o

I sat down that afternoon over a bowl of popcorn to catch any show that might be showing on TV, only for me to stumble upon a show on celebrities. I was going to scroll past, because most times, all they do is talk about celebrities and shred them into tiny pieces when I heard Logan’s name being mentioned. The hosts, two vain women sat leg-crossed as they talked.“The D’Nores seems to be going through so much at this time,” One of them said.“And it is just too pathetic; they have not even been married for up to a month, and Logan is already cheating on her. The poor thing,” the other one sighed pitifully.All of these people can go to hell and burn for all I care. Like really? How do they sleep at night after tearing down people’s lives and happiness? But then again, if Logan hadn’t truly been frolicking with Emma, they wouldn’t have something to gossip about in the first place.And to think that he hasn’t even been courteous enough to apologize or even explain, yet, all he does is t