Young Logan Lerman Mga Nobela at Kwento

“That is all in the past. There’s one thing you keep failing to understand–it’s the fact that I’m no longer Emily. I’m a new person and I can have you arrested if you keep on pestering me.” “What!—” “---If you keep being such a pest, you’ll have no choice but to learn the hard way.” Logan sighed, brushing his hair with his fingers. I saw several ladies staring at him from a corner, and I rolled my eyes, wondering what they could have seen in someone like him. Logan is undeniably attractive; the type of gorgeous, sexy, Greek god that captures the attention of the majority of women, but he also has an ugly side. A dark side that most people are unaware of.

*** ‘Sir, as you ordered, I drove Miss Jansen back to the office,’ Terence reported, entering the manor. He found Logan standing by the window, a cigarette between his slender fingers, exhaling wisps of smoke. Logan remained silent, his gaze fixed on the blooming garden outside. Terence stood still, waiting for instructions. After what felt like an eternity, Logan broke the silence with a question. ‘Terence, do you think I’m attractive?’ The usually eloquent assistant, caught entirely off guard, stammered out a reply, ‘Um, I-I’m s-sure you are very handsome, sir, but I—’

There was no way anyone could miss another person more than I missed him. "Thank you so much for agreeing to help us, Mr. Logan," I said, forcing a small smile toward the lawyer. My other hand never left Liam's. Mr. Logan was a firm looking man who seemed to be in his late fifties, but that was probably because he carried himself with so much professionalism. The second we sat down, he got straight to business. "I am sorry, Mr. Danson, but getting you out of this one is a little bit tricky."

My voice came out tighter than I intended, but I wasn’t giving him the satisfaction of knowing he’d gotten under my skin. Logan just leaned back in his chair, lazy grin in place , the kind that always made me want to wipe it off his face. He loved moments like this. He lived for them. “I just figured maybe she had a busy night,” he said, stretching the words like he was testing my patience, “a wild one at that. You know, new routines, new… companions.” He tilted his head, pretending to think. “That yoga guy she’s been hanging around? What’s his name? Ethan something? Bet she forgot today existed.”

"Peter's more than a secretary. He's... my big baby. And I don't want him walking around all grumpy. So get your act together, or I'll smack you." I chuckled. "Alright, alright." Logan leaned closer even more, his eyes narrowing. "Now, since we have gotten that out of the way, I wanna ask, what's your deal with Gavin?" I immediately frowned, shifting away. "He's a jerk. A bully." I snapped. Logan gave me a pointed look. "We all know Gavin's a horrible person. But I might as well just admit it, I am in love with him." He said plainly.