Semua Bab Your Lips to Mine #1: The Billionaire's Sassy Girl: Bab 31 - Bab 40

As I sat at our table, sipping the last bit of my coffee, I glanced at my watch. Logan had excused himself to the restroom nearly five minutes ago, but something just didn’t feel right. He wasn’t the type to linger, especially on a day like this. Concern creeping in, I stood up and made my way toward the back of the cafe. As I turned the corner, I found a small crowd gathering near the restrooms. In the center of it all stood Logan, his face a mixture of frustration and disbelief, and a woman I didn't recognize who was loudly accusing him of harassment. “He grabbed my arm and wouldn’t let go!” she cried out, her voice laced with anger and something suspiciously close to dramatics. A few people in the crowd gasped, casting judgmental glances at Logan. My blood boiled instantly. There was no way I’d let someone try to ruin his name. I strode forward, pushing through the small crowd until I stood between Logan and this woman. “Excuse me,” I said, my voice cold and cutting. The woman

As Aliyah stepped out of the room, leaving Logan and her father alone, a comfortable silence lingered for a few moments. The beeping of the machines in the hospital room filled the space between them, but the tension that had been there earlier now dissipated, replaced by something more solemn.Her father, Mr. Whitmore, shifted in his hospital bed, his gaze resting on Logan. The man before him had always seemed composed, confident, and sure of himself, but now there was a sense of weight in the air, a silent understanding between them. After a long, drawn-out breath, Mr. Whitmore spoke, his voice low and deliberate."Logan, I know you care about my daughter," he began, his eyes steady as he watched Logan. "And I’m glad she has someone like you in her life. But you need to understand something—Aliyah... she’s been through a lot. She's had her own share of heartbreak, of betrayal, that’s made her cautious, especially when it comes to matters of the heart."Logan remained silent for a mo

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as Logan’s words settled in. I had always prided myself on being in control, on never needing anyone, especially a man. But there was something about him—something in the way he spoke, the way he looked at me—that made me question everything I thought I knew about myself."You've always been so sure of yourself," I said quietly, my fingers still tangled with his. "I never imagined you could feel like that."Logan chuckled softly, and the sound sent a ripple through me, vibrating against my bones. "I'm a lot of things, Aliyah, but sure of everything? Not so much." He paused, his eyes flicking to mine, his gaze deep, thoughtful. "I’ve always been good at keeping control, at being in charge. But with you… it’s different. I want to be better. For you. I want to show you that I’m someone you can depend on."His words were like a soft punch to the gut. A mixture of warmth and vulnerability hit me in a way I wasn’t prepared for. It was impossible to

The restaurant was a picture of elegance, its polished floors and glittering chandeliers creating a serene atmosphere. Logan had outdone himself picking this place. The soft melody of a live pianist set the mood as Logan and I were seated at a corner table, tucked away from the buzz of the dining room. As I sipped on my glass of wine, I couldn’t help but glance at Logan. He was calm and composed, his sharp features softened by the dim light. “So,” I said, breaking the comfortable silence. “Are you going to tell me why you chose this place, or do I have to guess?” Logan smirked, leaning back in his chair. “I thought you’d like it. You deserve a bit of luxury after the week you’ve had. Besides, I’ve been meaning to spend more time with you outside the office chaos.” I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto my lips. “Smooth, Pierce. Really smooth.” Before he could respond, an all-too-familiar voice interrupted the moment. “Well, well, look who’s

The past three days had been a whirlwind of discreet calls, whispered plans, and sleepless nights. The moment Evelyn had voiced her suspicions about Victor and his mother, Logan and I knew there was more to uncover. This wasn’t just about business anymore—this was about justice for a man who had been taken far too soon. Logan and I worked quietly but relentlessly. With his extensive network of trusted contacts, Logan initiated an investigation that ran through channels only someone like him could navigate. I tapped into private investigative services, feeding them the little information Evelyn had given us and pushing them to work faster without compromising thoroughness. Every step we took felt like treading on glass; one wrong move, and the culprits could realize we were onto them. Finally, after three agonizing days, an unmarked courier arrived at Logan’s penthouse with a manila envelope in hand. He handed it over without a word, his expression giving nothing away, and left as