All Chapters of The Heiress And The Billionaire's Revenge : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Logan’s POV Mornings in Paris were not new to me. I’d been here plenty of times but it's was always boardrooms instead of cafés and suits instead of sightseeing. I remember coming here with my father back when I was still learning the business. Those trips had built most of my connections with the big names in France. The room smelled faintly this morning of Amelia’s perfume;light, sweet, lingering in the air. I didn’t know the name of it, but I knew I liked it a lot. It was intoxicating. We’d slept on opposite sides of the bed last night. Nothing happened, which was …..good, safer. The sound of running water came from the bathroom interrupting my trance. Amelia was in the shower. Steam rolled lazily from under the door, curling into the cooler air of the room. Perfect opportunity. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and dialed. It rang twice before Zach picked up. “Logan, my brother,” he greeted, his voice already filled with that smug tone. “How’s Paris?” “Good

Logan's POV Amelia's arms brushed mine as we stepped in. The warm lights from the crystal chandeliers lit the place up. CEOs, investors and other high profile owners were everywhere. Waiters in crisp white shirts moved through the crowd, carrying trays stacked with drinks. The scent of wine, cologne, and expensive perfume hung thick in the air. One passed by and I took two glasses of champagne from his tray, handing one to Amelia. She took it, fingers brushing mine lightly, and gave me a small smile. It was faint, polite… but it made my chest tighten anyway. I took a sip from my glass, trying to look casual while my heartbeat picked up for no reason other than her. From the corner of my eye, I spotted a familiar figure striding toward us, one of my Paris investors. Tall, broad shoulders, his suit perfectly tailored, blonde hair slicked back nicely. “Monsieur Durand,” I greeted with a small smile. “Good to see you.” “Logan.” He nodded, then turned to Amelia, his accent smooth a

Amelia's POV I woke up with a long yawn and stretch. That was a good sleep, I wasn’t going to lie. It was a new day which meant another day to see what Paris holds. Logan wasn't in bed when I turned, though the sheets were still warm. He probably is around somewhere. My mind drifted to last night, it was hectic and a storm of emotions. Going to bed was very weird for both of us considering what almost happened. Logan was never going to use the medium sofa in the room anyways and neither did I so we both slept like nothing happened. Taking a deep breath, I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. By the time I was done showering, I felt fresher. I slipped into my clothes and stood in front of the mirror blow-drying my damp hair when the door opened. Logan walked in carrying a tray. He wore a black singlet and loose shorts, his hair messy in the most unfairly attractive way. My stomach twisted. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop a smile from slipping. What is the possibility

Logan’s POV It was finally time for the event of the night: the Dinner Cruise. Amelia hadn’t said a single word to me since this afternoon. I couldn’t even blame her. I was the one who convinced her to let Jake come along, and now everything was spiraling. But that didn’t make the silence any easier to handle. Especially when she looked… like that, all beautiful and dressed up. She wore a satin floral gown that hugged her body just right, flowing yet delicate, the kind of dress that made me want to pull her into my arms and never let go. Instead, I kept my eyes down, focusing on buttoning my shirt like it mattered. The plan hadn’t gone smoothly today, thanks to Jana’s little stupid drama but at least Amelia was definitely tired of her ex. That counted for something. My phone buzzed on the table, Snipe was called He must have landed in Paris by now. I glanced at Amelia as she adjusted her earrings, carefully. There was no way was I answering his call right now. I cut it o

Logan's POV Her eyes were locked on mine, sharp but unsure, and for a second I almost stepped back. Almost. But then my hand brushed her cheek, and she didn’t push me away. God, she didn’t push me away. Her lips were right there, and I couldn’t stop myself. My chest tightened and every part of me was screaming to close the distance. So I did. And then my lips touched hers; just soft, barely there, like a permission. I wasn’t sure if she’d let me, if she’d turn her head and leave me hanging. But she didn’t. “Logan..” she breathed, the smallest breath left her mouth against mine, shaky, and it was enough to break me. "Tell me to stop, and I will," I said as I pressed closer. She didn't say anything so I kissed her, moving slowly because if I rushed I’d ruin it. I savoured the taste of her lipstick and I loved every part of it. My tongue flicked with hers, playing with each other. I heard the slight chuckle she let out. Her hands clutched at my shirt tighter, pulling