When they noticed us standing two feet away from the table, both men stood up. My gaze was drawn to the familiar ocean blue eyes that had never failed to captivate me. I gulped silently as I noticed he hadn't blinked since he locked his gaze on me. Logan Watson was dressed in a black notch lapel blazer suit with a plain black shirt underneath and tight-fitted black trousers.
My gaze returned to him, and I noticed a different emotion swirling in his eyes that I had only seen a couple of times before, but I had never been able to put a finger on it. The emotion was so intense that I had to avert my gaze if I didn't want to crumble to my feet right here. I'd forgotten how much I'd missed seeing those eyes in the last few days. Scarlet nudged me to bring me back to reality and drew me to the table.
“Hey, baby girl,” Patrick was on his feet in a flash, approaching Scar. When Patrick took Scar's hand and kissed it while looking at her lovingly, I stood there awkwa
“Heads up!” Logan exclaimed at me before I noticed a piece of cake charging at me. Even though it only took two seconds, it felt like it took a minute as if it was happening in slow motion, but my reflex wasn't working as I stood frozen on the ground with my eyes widened. SPLASH! The creamy substance landed on my forehead before slid down my face and onto the floor. Logan's loud laughter filled the entire kitchen, and I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth in rage. I wiped the frost from my eyes and looked at Watson, who was hunched over and laughing his head off. I took advantage of the situation by taking an egg from the carton and walking two steps up to him before cracking it into his hair. The tables have now been turned. While Logan was glaring at me, I was laughing at him as the slimy egg fell from his head down onto the side of his face. However, I noticed his surprised expression changing into a well-known mischievous one. When I noticed him looking at the bowl of flou
(One month later) Looking out the window of this luxurious car, I have a beautiful view of snow-covered trees and pathways. Few people were out on the avenue, warming themselves with heavy sweaters and jackets, while children in the open park attempted to build snowmen or hit each other with snowballs. I rubbed my icy hands together as I turned the heater up a notch. I sigh and take in the beautiful scenery and the atmosphere that winter creates. The winter season is my absolute favorite. Being inside, slumped on the couch in thick sweaters, a hot steaming cup of coffee nearby, and a really good book in your hand to read. There is nothing more appropriate to ask. That’s how I always used to spend most of my winter days, especially if I don’t have any work to do. But this time, a certain blue-eyed devil named Logan Watson decided to throw a wrench in my plans. I glared at him with all the venom I could muster. He gives me an ‘oh
"Hey, Karrie. I'm hoping everything is in order for tonight." Scarlet's cheerful voice could be heard on the other end of the phone line. I let out a sigh and slid onto the bed. My mind still was playing tricks on me. At one point, I was confident that our plan would succeed and that I would be able to obtain as much information about my parents' murder from Olivier as possible. But right now, I'm not sure I'm confident enough to proceed with this plan. "I'm not sure," I mumbled, my voice strained. "What exactly do you mean by 'you don't know?'" Scarlet inquired. From the other side, I could hear her rummaging through something. I guess she's preparing for the ball, whereas I'm still in dilemma. Before opening my eyes, I took a shaky breath and clenched my fists. "Scar, I'm not sure if I'm up to it. What if our plan fails? I can't put your and Tyler's lives in jeopardy because of me." As my vision became blurry, I said. I held my breath for a moment as the ot
"Ma'am, I'll get you another one."the butler said but I didn't pay attention because I was busy shooting daggers at that mysterious man with his back to me and the glass in his hand as he talked with some couple. Didn't he notice I was about to take it? For God's sake, it's spiked, and I don't want anyone else to drink it except Olivier. I moved closer to him, ready to argue with him about the glass, but I stopped dead in my tracks when I overheard their conversation. "I had a great time working with you as your partner, Mr. Watson," the man said as the woman next to him smiled gratefully at him. "It's been an honor." "Saidthe thick familiar voice." It was the same voice I wished I could hear over and over. So thick and deep. The voice belonged to none other than LOGAN WATSON, aka the person, I should avoid for the rest of the evening. When I realized the drink was in his hand, I widened my eyes. He didn't make a move to drink it until now b
Logan's POV: Everything was going according to plan. Attending the ball, talking business, and waiting for the ball to end so I can return to my love and cuddle to sleep. This night would have been ideal if Lia had been my date instead of Zara. I know my girl has always wanted to attend a ball like this, but her safety comes first. And this place is dangerous for her because of one person in particular - Olivier. I'm also aware that she is upset with me, so I called her before going to the ball. She sounded fine at first as if we hadn't even fought. But she eventually got it and tried to put on a tough exterior. When I called her, I had a strange feeling. I just couldn't put my finger on it. She didn't seem to mind that I was going to the ball without her. Given her personality, I expected her to make things difficult for me. She can be quite stubborn at times. Even after arriving at the ball, I had the nagging feeling that I should call her e
Karolia's POV:The tension in the car was so thick that I could cut it with a knife. I didn't even have to turn my head and look at Logan to know there was a crease between his brows, his lips were pulled down into a deep frown, and knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. Logan was driving me back home as we left the ball half an hour before. Getting a lot of attention from the couples around us, Logan dragged me from the dance floor as soon as the barbie doll stormed off. We soon left the place, not even waiting for the dinner. I protested a lot telling I'll go back with Tyler but it was in vain.I'm angry at him for not informing me about the change in his date. I know he won’t take me as his date at any cost for this ball, but I’m angry and confused why he took Mr. Adam’s daughter who I felt like she’s trying to win Logan’s heart. It wasn’t mandatory to bring a date, at least that’s what I
It has been four days since Logan left for the business meeting. It may sound corny, but I’m already so dead inside without him. I miss him so much. I miss his muscular arms around me, those ocean blue eyes that would look at me ever so lovingly. I feel empty without him. The thought of him being miles away makes me down and depressed. I know I might be overreacting as he’s going to be back soon, but the past days without him were so melancholic and horrible.We talk every day, but it isn’t enough. Nothing is enough when he’s miles away from me. His voice just won’t make me feel complete again as his presence did. Never have I ever wanted something so much except him. I’m horrified at the realization that I’m starting to depend on Logan for everything.I was laying on my bed, lost in my world of thoughts. Mainly revolving around Logan. My phone started to vibrate and a smile spread on my face as the fami
A/N: Saudade is a word for a sad state of intense longing for someone or something that is absent. Saudade comes from Portuguese culture, and it is often expressed in its literature and music. Saudade is described as a kind of melancholy yearning.*****"Daddy, look I'm flying." Five-year-old me cried out in joy as my ice skate glided on the ice surface. I straighten my hands in a horizontal way, like wings of a bird."Good job, princess!" Daddy encouraged me as he skated in my direction effortlessly like a professional. But before he could reach me, I lost my balance and fell down on the cold hard surface. I let out a screech as I felt a stab of pain in my left shoulder and palm."Shit." Daddy cursed before he bends down to my level. His eyes softened as he took in my red face, tears falling down from my eyes nonstop."It hurts daddy." I hiccupped, sniffing loudly."I'm so
“What kind of ending is that?” Grecia whined disappointedly, sitting next to me. I chuckled at her cute pout.“I know right. Why couldn’t they end it without him dying?” Daniella complained a scowl etched on her lips as well. I shrugged my shoulders because I didn’t know the answer to that either. “Or they could have just shown from the beginning itself that he was just her imagination,” Grecia spoke out her suggestion.“Her hallucinations of him are what made her survive and go forward amidst the difficulties. Like that gave her the need to escape.” I explained.“But still, it’s so sad. I regret watching this now. My whole mood is deflated.” Grecia said and Daniella agreed with nodding. I look at Rebecca and we both shake our heads at their childishness.It’s almost around half past 4 in the afternoon and we just finished watching the movie ‘Adrift’. We were all lounged on the comfortable seats of Watson Mansion’s home theatre with some snacks and drinks. The room is on the first fl
Is there any legal punishment given by the Jury for poking someone’s eye out with a sharp-pointed nail or for cutting off someone’s private parts? If it’s there then it will probably be under misdemeanor, right? Huffing loudly with a scowl on my face, I tiredly scan the set of my clothes hanging inside Logan’s closet. The sound of a door closing alerted my ears and my eyes brightened up a little when I realized Logan entered the washroom to take a shower. Quickly dropping the towel I had in my hand onto the floor, I rushed out of the closet and quickly plunged under the blanket and welcomed the sleep once again with a happy smile on my face. The room is still dark, the sun not up yet. It’s normal for Logan to wake up at this unholy hour of the day, at 5 am, and even before that. I usually don’t mind missing his warmth beside me but I do mind when I’m forced to wake up too. Logan did say he will be training me for self-defense and to fight, but I should’ve expected this training to
I gaze at the beautiful snowflakes falling from the night sky while hugging myself tightly with the blanket for some warmth. I was standing on the balcony to get some fresh air. The whole house has quieted down and I presume all went to sleep by now since it’s around midnight. Sleep is long forgotten for me and Logan since there are a lot of things to talk about between us now. Logan is currently taking a shower and that's when I stepped out of the room. I’m expecting a serious talk to take place once he’s done with his shower and this is a way I found to calm myself down and prepare for everything.I heard the opening sound of the sliding doors and knew that Logan had come in. I remained in the same position and soon felt the familiar warmth of him behind me. His two strong arms wrapped around my blanket-covered body and rested his chin on top of my head.“How long have you been standing here?” He asked, rubbing my sides even though I was well covered.“Since you went for the shower,
I woke up with a grunt when I heard my phone blaring the alarm sound. I poke my head out of my blanket and reach towards my phone with my right hand without opening my eyes. Even though the sunlight wasn’t directly hitting my eyes, I could feel the whole room lit with it. As soon as I got my phone I opened my eyes and stopped the alarm at once. The time read 10:00 in the morning and I didn’t have to look at the other side of the bed to know that Logan had already left. Of course, he will have some important meetings at the unholy hours of 6 or 7 in the morning. I released a heavy sigh before getting up from my bed and deciding to go get ready for my day.I look myself in the mirror and find the frown that has been sitting on my face for the past couple of days. I wash my face, hoping the frown will disappear in the process and then continue with my morning routine. I got out of my twenty minutes long shower and then moisturized my whole body before I changed into some warm and comfort
Logan's POV: Being the CEO of a powerful company and once being a part of illegal businesses, I have heard different stories of how people take revenge on others. Some even go to an extent by harming innocent lives to satisfy their hunger for revenge. Lia's case is similar to this. Her whole family was a victim and she suffered the most and is still suffering. I need to bring an end to this whole drama. An end to my girl's misery. They even had the audacity to play against my family. Play against me.My hands stuffed in my pockets, I tapped my feet impatiently waiting for this damn elevator to reach the basement of my office which is a parking lot as well. Finally, the elevator door pinged open and I nodded my head at the security guard before walking ahead. After several turns, I stopped in front of the grey metal door. Two of my guards were standing next to the door as well. One of them opened the door for me and I nod my head in gratitude before walking down the dark hall, my foot
"Tell you?" He chuckled darkly, sending a shiver down my spine."You tell me what's going on, Karolia Kingston,?" My heartbeat slowly started to accelerate when I heard him call me by my full name. This is not good. "What do you mean?" He laughed humorlessly"Oh Lia," he chuckled darkly, running his hand through his hair "Stop with this innocent act."I stood up from the bed and crossed my arms over my chest. "No, you stop beating around the bush," I said, getting angry as well."Is there something you want to tell me?" He asked, stepping closer to me."Uhm...N-No," I gulped slowly as I answered."You stuttered" I racked my brain trying to think of some excuse."That's because your proximity is affecting me." I lied, happy with my excuse. I pushed him away, trying to put some space between us."Why is it so hot here?" I said fanning myself with my hand and looking around anywhere but him. I was getting uncomfortable under his hard gaze."Don't change the topic, Karolia. I want to kno
Third POV: “What would you like to drink?” Olivier asked Karolia, trying to put her at ease. They were seated in a restaurant opposite Radio City Music Hall and the place is packed with people. To anyone else, she looked fine as if she’s comfortable in Olivier’s presence. But he knew well. Behind her tough mask, there is fear. Fear of what this man is capable of doing. He’s still seeing daylight even after killing who knows how many lives, innocent or not. “I didn't come here to have a drink and chat with you Oliver, and you know that,” she said with her voice low. Olivier smirked. He likes the fact that he’s able to instill fear in people’s minds. That he can become people’s nightmare. But only one person isn’t afraid of him. Logan Watson. It’s the other way around. With one swift punch, Logan can knock out even a hefty man. Oliver has to admit, Karolia is one lucky girl that she met Logan out of thousands of people living in New York. "Then, what brings you here, Kingston?” Oli
I watched the New York traffic through the window wall as I waited for Scarlet in the newly opened café. Soft soothing music was playing in the background giving an extra ambiance to this beautiful café with a glass roof and greenery surrounding the place. Lost in the beauty, I didn’t notice Scarlet entering the café until she plopped down on the opposite seat of my table. “Hey wassup!” She greeted, looking cheery as ever. “Hey” I greeted her. We leaned forward and hugged each other which was a bit hard due to the table separating us. "You look ravishing girl" I complimented. Her long hair was curled and left open and a slight natural blush was coating her cheeks. She was glowing. Scarlet gave a cute smile before taking my hands in hers. "I've something to tell you…more like give you," she said. I nod my head encouraging her to continue. “But I don’t know if this is the right time as Grecia is in the hospital.” she bit her lip. It’s been three days since we came back to New Yor
Logan's POV:I tap lightly on top of the cigarette with my index finger to get rid of ash as I stare at the night sky above me. My heart feels heavy, swelling with sadness and anger. Seeing her in this state, fighting for her life makes me vulnerable and weak. I stare at the cigarette as it becomes smaller and smaller and I haven't even taken a puff from it.Mom hates when I smoke, which I rarely do and creates a big scene about it. Today I couldn't bring myself to smoke and I have no idea why I lit this cigarette up. I snap out of my train of thoughts as I heard footsteps coming closer. I stub the cigarette in the removable ashtray that was kept on top of the steel garbage can. Olivier walks up to me and gives me a consoling pat on the back. I nod my head gravely."Did you find out who did this?""No, my men are still searching for him" I replied grimly."You know where to find me if you need any help.""I'll manage