Devour me, Logan: Entangled with My Boyfriend's God-father 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

~~~Rhea~~~After a while, I wrapped the blanket tightly around my body and stood up.Logan had already dropped the call. He was still standing near the window, completely naked, shoulders tense, staring out at the city like he was trying to burn a hole through the glass.I walked over quietly and tapped his arm.“Logan.”He turned around.For a second his brows creased in genuine confusion, like he hadn’t expected me to actually come to him. Then that familiar, irritating smirk slowly curved across his lips.Psycho.Tch.“Oh… my baby,” he said, voice low and laced with amusement as his eyes dragged over the blanket wrapped around me.I rolled my eyes so hard it almost hurt and hissed,“I’m not here to act all lovey-dovey with you.” “Then you want some more cock?”My face went red so fast it felt like my skin was on fire.The fuck is this man? Jesus! I know he’s insane and completely unhinged. Who just asks that with a straight face after everything that already happened?I glared at

~~~Rhea~~~ “Goodbye, ma’am.” Cyrus’s voice followed me as I stepped out of the car. I didn’t bother answering. Just gave him a cold little nod and slammed the door harder than I needed to. My shoes hit the pavement and I started stomping toward the house like the ground personally offended me. Every step was sharp. Angry. My jaw was locked so tight it ached. All of it—every single drop of this irritation—was because of that bloodthirsty psychopath with the stupidly beautiful name. Logan. I almost scoffed out loud. I shoved the front door open and walked in. The whole family was already at the table, plates clinking, the smell of dinner hanging in the air. “Hey, baby,” Mom called out the second she saw me. “You weren’t home last night.” I didn’t stop walking. Didn’t even slow down. “I’ll talk to you later,” I threw over my shoulder, voice flat. “I’m tired.” I forced a quick, empty greeting at the rest of them without making real eye contact and kept moving. My bedroom door was

~~~Rhea~~~By the time I got home, the sky was already bruised orange and purple, like it was ready to call it a day. Same, honestly.I pushed the front door open, dropped my keys in the bowl, and kicked off my heels with a groan that came from somewhere deep in my soul. My feet were screaming. My head was worse."RHEA!!!"I jumped so hard my bag slid off my shoulder and hit the floor. My hand flew to my chest. My heart took off like I'd been shot out of a cannon.Addie stood at the end of the hallway with her arms spread wide, grinning like a lunatic. Messy bun, oversized hoodie, a bag of chips tucked under one arm. Of course.I closed my eyes. Counted to three. Opened them."Would you ever change, Addie?" I snapped, scooping my bag off the floor. "I almost had a goddamn heart attack.""Aw, babe, that's called cardio." She popped a chip in her mouth, crunching loud on purpose. "And no. Never. You'd be bored.""I'd be alive."I rolled my eyes so hard they almost stuck and brushed past

~~~Rhea~~~ “Carson!!!” We screamed it together, in perfect sync, loud enough that a man walking his dog across the street jumped and glared at us. I didn't care. Addie was already bouncing on her toes, squealing, and I pressed both hands over my mouth, laughing and half-crying like an idiot. Carson threw his head back and laughed, loud and warm and exactly the way I remembered. Addie shot straight up on her toes, both hands flying to her cheeks. "Oh my God! Rhea, it's Carson!" Her voice cracked, high and wobbly. "William fucking Carson?" He grinned at us through the open window, that same lopsided grin, and the car door clicked open. He climbed out, taller than I remembered, broad in a dark jacket, and barely got both feet on the pavement before we hit him. I threw my arms around his neck. Addie slammed into his side. The impact knocked him back a step, and he laughed, a deep, rumbling sound I felt through my ribs, and wrapped both arms around us, squeezing tight enough to lift

~~~Rhea~~~I called him on Sunday morning.It took me three tries. The first time I hung up before the first ring. The second time I stared at the black card on my desk for ten full minutes, my thumb hovering over the screen, my stomach folding in on itself. The third time, I squeezed my eyes shut, hit the call button, and held my breath.He picked up on the second ring."Rhea." Just my name, warm and a little rough with sleep, and I could hear the smile in it. "I was hoping it'd be you.""Yeah," I said, and my voice cracked. I cleared my throat. "I thought about it. I'm in.""Good." No hesitation. "Café by the Rotterdam warehouse. Eleven o'clock?"Now it was five minutes to eleven, and I was standing on the pavement outside, smoothing my hands down the front of my navy blouse for the fifth time.I'd changed outfits four times. Addie had texted me an hour ago: Wear the black pants. Hair down. Stop being weird. GO GET THAT MONEY BABE. So I'd worn the black pants. Hair down. I still fel