All Chapters of SORRY, NOT YOURS ANYMORE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

MelissaLogan stormed out without me. He left me standing there in front of his father and I wanted to cower and hide from the man’s glaring eyes and I could hear my breath coming out heavily through my nose. But my pride didn't let me. But eventually, just when I wanted to turn away slowly, he stopped me.“We need to talk,” there was still anger in his voice but he wasn't yelling now. The anger that had been in his eyes before was gone and replaced with an odd sense of calm as if he understood something about what I was feeling.I was confused by his statement for a few seconds.“How much?” He asked. His words were calm and quiet but there was a certain intensity in them that made me look up at him again. He seemed like a person who didn’t get impatient very often.“Huh?” my brow furrowed as I tried to process his question. Did he want to know how much this situation meant to me or did he want to know where we stood now. “How much do you need to stay away from my son? To leave this

LoganWhen she was done with the phone, she put it back on the side table where she had taken it, avoiding my gaze.The air was still heavy with sexual tension and I could tell there were things we wanted to say to each other but couldn't. So instead we both stood quietly, waiting for the other to speak first. “When are we going to start making an heir?” I blurted out not oblivious to the fact that my words reeked of desperation.She looked up in surprise. “Why didn't you say I would beg?” Her words held sarcasm now.“For someone who doesn't want to be around me, you are sure enjoying this push and pull episode” I matched her energy as best I could. My voice was rough but at least my face didn't show how my bruised ego.I walked towards her and she did the same as if we were daring each other . She came to a halt just inches from me and I could catch the fragrance of her hair.Our breaths mixed together in the stillness of our proximity and for a split second everything was calm. The

MelissaThe next morning, when I woke up the next morning to find myself curled up against Logan’s chest – my head on his shoulder and his arm slung across my stomach with the hand resting lazily at my hip - I felt a bit like someone had hit me over the head with a frying pan, or thrown me down a flight of stairs. I was lying, it felt so good. But I quickly sat up and untangled myself from his arms without saying a word. My eyes wandered around his chest down to his cock that was swollen from morning erection, the realization of what we had done last night sent warm heat coursing through my veins, and my cheeks burned red hot like a virgin.I made my way to the bathroom and locked the door. I turned the shower on full blast and let the water run for a few minutes before I began to wash off my skin in an attempt to wash away any memory from the night before – even though I knew that the memories wouldn’t be entirely gone if I scrubbed hard enough at them.I didn't want them exactly go

Melissa “No…” his lips brushed my ear “but it won't be hard for you to keep quiet” He whispered.My eyes fluttered closed as his lips touched my neck and he trailed kisses down my shoulder. My legs trembled under their weight, and I reached behind myself to touch his shoulders, desperate. My fingers dug into his flesh, and when he finally pulled away from the tender spot, I moaned quietly, craving more.“You little slut” His lips landed on mine in a fierce kiss, sending waves of pleasure through my body.I broke the kiss abruptly, pushing him off me. “Slut right? Fuck off” I spat, glaring at him.His eyes widened comically. “What the fuck? You can't talk to me like that, Melissa.”I scoffed and walked towards the door. I heard him start to follow behind me, and he pulled me back.This was becoming a routine. And honestly it was starting to piss me off.“Don't walk out on me,” He growled.“I'm not, I'm going to bed,” I lied, responding tiredly.“Liar,” he snarled.I turned to glare at

Melissa“She does a lot of things for attention all the time,” Ellen said through laughter as if it were the most normal thing.The older Mr and Mrs Fitzgerald looked between us, so did Logan’s sister. “And I suppose you do too?” Mrs Fitzgerald asked. Ellen looked like she had been slapped across the face, and I looked away, embarrassed.Eventually, she left after breakfast and I had never felt more relief from my day off. That was before Mrs Fitzgerald called me over.“You asked to see me ma'am,” I said politely. It seemed that no matter how good you are at hiding it, people still can tell when you’re uncomfortable. She nodded. “Yes, I need to talk to you. You see, I will be hosting a group of elite women today. I need you to stay locked up wherever you usually stay,” “Excuse me?” I looked at her uncomprehendingly. What kind of meeting is this?“All I am saying is that I don't want you to be seen by any of those women. You are ready an embarrassment to this family, I don't want