Novel & Cerita Logan Lee Lookism

I hate getting sweaty all the way, just for some petty activities. “See? Here they are.” “Who? Me? Of course I am the coolest guy in Brixtons University.” Logan said, while taking the balcony entrance. “Talking about narcissism. It’s simply spelled like L-O-G-A-N.” Loki growled. So, here’s my asshole friends, breaking into my peacefulness. “Look at that guy, huh. He was crazily watching his girl.” “Yeah, I've been telling him that, just earlier.” Logan tapped my shoulder, real hard. I elbowed him in his side.

He seethed, instantly cutting her off. Wow... Noticing the anger in his voice, she backed off and returned in her seat, letting it go. But now someone else took her place, a guy, to be more specific, looking about the same age as Logan’s and same height, only he was thinner than Logan. “But why don’t you tell us already who they are!” He demanded with his arms crossed, taking a step towards us. Logan’s body suddenly tensed at the guy’s sudden movement and moved closer to me, gripping my arm a little firmer but not enough to hurt me and slowly dragged me behind him, seemingly somehow trying to shield me from the guy.

Let’s not even talk of the brewing work politics. ‘’I’m also lost myself, Lena.’’ Logan sighs heavily as he loosened his tie and dropped his weight on the couch in the living room. ‘’This must be what they mean by unpredictability at its best.’’ ‘’Did any of your colleagues have a grudge on you or something?’’ I couldn’t help but ask. Logan may have offended someone without knowing. With his straight face and brooding image, he had always been misunderstood by many as an arrogant person.

The participants in the front row, of course, sometimes giggle, they talk about how handsome, cool and intelligent Mr. Logan is, especially when sitting at the table, they said..he looks like Song Joong Ki, the most handsome Korean actor. What the hell! If Logan is equated with Oppa Joongki?! From end to end ... Heck...he is not the same at all! Just look at Logan's eyes! His body is also more muscular, his chest is stocky, Logan's smile is not sweet, let alone cute. Far!' I objected...of they said that he looks like Joong ki!'

“Oh my god! Do you want to die, woman? You wished I touched your butt.” He glanced around and saw some people looking at them. Logan had gotten off his flight and put on some ugly makeup in the car ride over there as a disguise. The low lighting of the club and Henry’s choice of table meant few people paid attention to him. However, the shouting match between him and the woman made heads turn. His makeup was ugly but not to the point of disfiguring. From his stature and presence, someone in the crowd recognized him. “Isn’t that Logan Graham, the movie star?”

“Because it looks like you’re only interested in Aria again to piss me off. This isn’t about her—it’s about me.” That got my attention. I looked up, meeting his glare head-on. “This has nothing to do with you.” Logan scoffed. “Right. Like you haven’t spent the last five years trying to one-up me at every turn.” He jabbed a finger toward me. “Aria’s just your newest move.” I pushed back my chair and stood, the tightness in my chest flaring into something hotter. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I know you, Liam.” Logan’s voice dropped, quiet but dangerous. “You’ve always had a thing for control. And now you see her as something to win, like everything else.”

Logan stares at him with dull eyes, his mellow mind probably struggling to get into motion. “She … sss … gotta have a sexy ass. Like, drop-your-phone, walk-into-traffic ass. And tits, but not too big, and not too small,” Logan states slowly, rubbing a bruise on his left arm. Like Aria’s Ds, I think to myself. “She sends nudes. But classy ones. Like, in a museum. Or during a thunderstorm,” he finishes off. Not bad for a pickled brain. I should get Aria to do that. Sounds sexy.

A part of him told him that he should get Liam out of prison, but another part of him told him that this was the only way Cameron would grow up and stop being irresponsible. Logan sighed and washed his face, and then stared at his reflection in the mirror. Logan could not deny that he was good looking- he knew it, and everybody else knew it. His good looks were the reason why he changed women more than he changed his tie and handkerchief. He had a reputation of a “bad boy” - a player; he slept with a different woman each day and threw them like trash after that. Women ran after him, so why would May Smith be any different? He smirked as he dried his hands, and then he went back to his office

he chuckled and I really wanted to punch him in the face if not for Lottie being here in front of us. “Alright then, I’ll leave you to your dinner. Thank you for your number. I’ll contact you soon.” And he left with another wink for Lottie. “Lottie, you might not know this, but Logan is a playboy. He’s famous for switching girlfriends like he is changing his clothes,” I couldn't help but tell her about Logan’s bad reputation. Yeah, I knew I was acting like a jerk by badmouthing my competition, but what could a man do in such a situation?

- Liam laughed, making Logan's blood freeze on the screens for a second, before starting to hammer with hatred. Was he talking about...? - You're lucky, man. – the other photographer had laughed – The quiet ones tend to be the most fiery. Of course, Suzan is also very hot, but I already had a good look at her at Sutton a few times. – From where he was, Logan saw the man elbow Liam with a perverted smile – If sometimes even those clothes are not able to hide the size of her breasts and ass, then surely you must have done well.