บททั้งหมดของ Never meant to be: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

LoganThe drive to Isabella’s apartment was quiet, though I wasn’t sure what I’d expected. She’d gone from sarcastic and fiery at the pub to silent and brooding in the car. I glanced at her a few times, but she was staring out the window, her expression unreadable.At least she seemed sober enough now. Her rambling had stopped, and she no longer wobbled in her seat, though her silence felt like a ticking time bomb. I parked outside her building and stepped out, moving quickly to the passenger side to help her out.“I’m fine,” she muttered as I reached for her arm.“I’ll be the judge of that,” I replied, steadying her anyway. I was not going to let her collide with the pavement in those absurd heels.She sighed but didn’t argue further, letting me guide her to the entrance of her building. As we climbed the steps, I noticed her fumbling in her bag for her keys. When we reached her apartment door, she finally pulled them out and unlocked it with shaky hands.“Okay,” I said, stepping back

Isabella I woke the next morning feeling like I’d been hit by a truck. A very attractive, Logan-shaped truck. My muscles ached in ways I didn’t know they could, and for a fleeting moment, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Then, as I stretched, something cool brushed my shoulder, and I realized two things in rapid succession:  I was completely, gloriously naked under the sheets.  Last night I had slept with Logan.  My heart rate spiked. Slowly, cautiously, I glanced around the room. My clothes and undergarments were strewn all over the room; the bed still had the faint traces of his cologne. “Oh no,” I whispered to the universe. As if on cue, the

Isabella -  I hated how much those words unsettled me—and how much they thrilled me, too.I took a step back, needing to reclaim some of my space and my sanity. My hands clenched at my sides as I glared up at him. “It was a mistake. One night of… whatever that was, and it meant nothing. I need you to forget about it.”His expression didn’t waver. If anything, his smirk deepened, like he was enjoying this ridiculous confrontation far too much.“Forget about it?” he repeated, his tone dripping with skepticism. “Is that what you really want?”“Yes,” I snapped, my voice firm even as my heart raced. “It was stupid, reckless, and completely out of character for me. Besides, I hated you for years, remember? How could I even think of sleep

Isabella -I fixed Logan with my best death glare.“If you want me to work for you,” I hissed under my breath, “then you’re going to have to be professional, Logan. No more of this... whatever this is.”Logan arched a brow, the picture of unbothered amusement. “Professionalism. Got it.”But the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth told me he’d gotten exactly nothing.The party was already in full swing, a mix of elegant chatter, clinking glasses, and the soft strains of classical music floating through the air. I expected it to be tedious, the kind of corporate event where you smile until your face hurts and make small talk until you want to scream.I was wrong.Logan, of course, immediately became the center of attention. And not just because of his unfairly handsome tuxedo-clad presence.He began explaining the collaboration with the Japanese company to a captivated group of executives. His tone was confident but not overbearing, and the way he described the new gaming project w

Isabella - I closed my eyes, feeling his lips brush against mine, teasing and tasting. His hands were on the small of my back, and my hands were in his hair. I pushed into him harder and slipped my tongue into his mouth, enticing him to push me back, kissing me harder and pinning my arms against the wall. Somehow he had pushed me inside my flat and kicked the door closed with his legs.Dirty, desperate thoughts caused a longing throughout my entire body.I bit his lower lip gently, sucking on it just for a second before kissing him deeper. My hand moved into his hair, and I scratched the back of his head gently with my nails. He responded, his tongue probing my mouth, searching for my own.My hands gently grasped his neck as his kiss became rougher, his breath hot against my skin. His tongue dipped into my mouth with a hunger that matched my own. I loved the way he tasted.Hi