Logan I Didn't Do It Novels & Stories

I’m deleting my previous comments now! [So this is what really happened… Sis, I would’ve backed you even if you were wrong, but this is straight-up slander!] Mr. Bonn looked at me and asked, “Owen, what’s going on?” I shrugged casually. “Isn’t it all clearly shown in the evidence? I have a skin condition. When it flares up, it itches, and I need to scratch. That’s basic logic, isn’t it? I even bought ointment from the hospital that day. The receipts and records are there. All of it proves I wasn’t doing anything indecent.

“After all, it’s not like you actually managed to get Logan out of this prison did you?” “Well the joke’s on you because that’s exactly what we did. It was too easy really.” Rouge replied. “Although technically it was just an accident and we didn’t mean to do it.” Vert chimed in. “Not to mention we didn’t actually want to do it but you know how it goes. Once you start, you just can’t stop.” Jaune finished.

Jake spoke up, “The one on the tree at the border disappeared completely so I imagine this one will fade too.” “That can’t be all.” Logan said suddenly, “People don’t slow in their offense and whoever it is already did something bad the last time; what did they do now?” Jake gestured to a note on Logan’s desk. “I picked it up, so I know it’s not going to hurt anyone.” Logan and I took a few steps closer and there in an immaculate cursive were six words. I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET “What the hell do they mean by this?” Logan picked it up and immediately I felt a sharp, searing pain in my skull.

I am not so sure that I am as brave as I was a few seconds ago. "What do you know about me? Who are you to judge me if you don't even know me? Who says I am a gigolo? Who says that I am not in love with a woman?" Logan asks softly, but his voice is full of anger. "It is who you were when we were young. I am just stating facts. Besides, it was only a one-night stand. It meant nothing to me, and I do not believe it meant anything to you either," I say. I'm trying to stay calm. I do not want him to come closer to me. I have never seen Logan like this. Perhaps he is a dangerous man. I am certain to think that he is much more dangerous than I thought before.

Logan's heart was tripping already, he is grown up enough to know when his father is about to lose his patience, and when t act fast. Well, it seems like he has forgotten it too soon to take the concrete actions to what he needed to say out of trouble. "Father, I didn't do anything," Logan lied.

It didn't have a grip on me anymore. I stepped into the light without looking back—never knowing that, at the exact same moment, Maverick jumped from the rooftop.

Spencer remained silent and lit a cigarette. Connor reached out his hand and grabbed one for himself. Spencer tossed the lighter to him. Then, Connor asked, "Where's Jojo?" Spencer took a drag of the cigarette and exhaled. The smoke swirled around him, blurring his expression. Connor hit the steering wheel. "Say something! Are you mute?" Spencer suddenly asked, "Do you know 'The Little Green Frog'?"

I needed clarity. Logan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “We were involved in a merger. Big money, high stakes. But there were… irregularities. Things I didn’t catch until it was too late. Liam blamed me, and maybe he was right. I didn’t handle it well, but I wasn’t the only one making bad choices.” There was a pause, a moment where Logan seemed to be weighing whether to say more. His eyes flickered with something I couldn’t quite read—regret, maybe, or guilt.

“I didn’t know this was going to happen. I swear to you, I was careful with her. That child… it could still not be mine.” I swallowed hard, sniffing back more tears. “If you’re so sure,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, “Then answer me,did you use protection, Richard? Did you use a damn condom?” . “Payton… I’m sorry—”. “Answer the question!” I snapped, my voice rising. “Did. You. Use. Protection?” He looked down, ashamed. “No. I didn’t. But I didn’t finish inside her. I know for a fact I didn’t. Like I said before, we’ll do a DNA test. It will prove it isn’t mine.”

I meant to watch it later, but just as the car rolled over a speed bump, my finger slipped, and the video opened. On screen, Jason was drinking with his buddies. Their topic of conversation? Me. "So Jennifer really caught the two of you together? Damn, she must've flipped!" Jason let out a cold laugh. "This slap mark on my face is from her. That temper of hers is no joke." His friends were incredulous. "She actually dared to hit you? I thought Jennifer was your lovesick puppy!" "Hey, you think if she finds out you're getting married, she'll try to crash the wedding?"