Bratayley Caleb Logan Novels & Stories

Logan said, his voice sounded collected like he was in no form of tension at all "Calab?" Caroline asked inquiring who that was "My son, his over there with my wife Rhea" Logan made it known "Your son? Wow!!!" Caroline exclaimed "I can see you've got kids as well, wasn't i supposed to have one?" Came his question again and their exchange of words continued

"So, he's just a delusional housekeeper. That's ridiculous! People will really do anything for money these days, huh?" "That girl looks pitiful, though, with the kind of father she has." "Kids raised like that always know how to play the victim. Don't be fooled. They're not as innocent as they look." Logan smiled with satisfaction. He crouched down beside the boy, Caleb Stone, and said, "See this, Caleb? You have to study hard, or you'll end up embarrassing yourself like that man there." Caleb lifted his chin, his eyes carrying a sharpness far beyond his years. "Hey, bastard. Why are you arguing with my dad?"

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I don't think I can go through that pain again. I sink into my seat, realization hitting me like a firing ball. I've once again belittled myself in front of him. Caleb Da Stephano. The disgustingly rich, handsome, drop dead gorgeous grandson of a prosperous family. Caleb had been the second reason for my depression growing up. I'd only known him for three years in elementary school and those had been the worst days of my life. Well..... Before Michaela Featherstone. Caleb had been the bane of my existence, the only agony I'd known as a young girl. At such a tender age, no one should ever have to be subjected to the cruelties he'd subjected me to.

I was still taking it in when the car door opened and a figure appeared beside it. Young. Tall. Dark-haired and wearing a short-sleeved shirt that was doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact that he had the kind of arms that belonged in a fitness advertisement. "You must be Ivy Laurent," he said, reaching for my bags before I had fully stepped out. "We've been expecting you. I'm Caleb—I handle logistics and security for the facility." I let him take the bags and looked at him with genuine appreciation. "Caleb." I tilted my head. "You know, I was fully prepared to be miserable for the next six months. You have single-handedly improved my outlook."

I can’t do that again. “Logan. For real. Don’t say anything to her. Promise me, please?” Logan heaves a huge sigh but finally agrees, like it’s the hardest thing he’s ever done. “What else did you want to debrief on? The guys were funny, except for James. Something is up with him. Did you ask him later on if he was okay?” Logan looks at me like I’m weird to suggest it. “No, he’s a grown man. He’ll talk about it if he wants to. You handled Elias well, and it seems like you’ll get along well with the Triple Threat.”