After my encounter with Logan, I try as much as possible to avoid him. I'm grateful that he seems to feel the same way, as he's usually out for work before I even wake up. When I come down for breakfast, Kayla always tells me that he's already left for the day.Most nights, he returns home late. Samantha is still around, which makes me even angrier because he encouraged her to stay. But who am I to complain? This is his house, after all.I focus on keeping to myself and avoiding unnecessary confrontations, though I find ways to distract myself. Kayla tries to lighten the mood, but it's clear that she's walking on eggshells too.There's a part of me that dreads the moment we might cross paths again, yet I can't help but wonder what he's thinking. I push those thoughts aside, reminding myself that it's easier to keep my distance and maintain the balance we've created.My heart plays tricks on me, as I can still feel his lips on mine after that dangerous kiss we shared. Every night, I
Logan and Nathalie treat me this way, toying with my emotions as if I were some object. Isn't it enough that I have already suffered so much pain from not being accepted by my father, even though I gained the love of a mother?Tears stream down my face uncontrollably. My heart aches for Jake. We were both pawns in this sick game orchestrated by Logan and Nathalie. They know each other, but my mind drifted back to the time when Logan mentioned Nathalie as if he knew her. When I questioned him, he vehemently denied it, insisting he didn't know her. Now, everything starts to make a twisted kind of sense.The file contains an agreement between Nathalie and Logan. Logan has been in love with me for as long as he can remember, while Nathalie had her eyes on Jake. Logan knew about her obsession with Jake and proposed an opportunity to Nathalie since Jake had what Logan wanted. They both wanted the same thing, so the only way to take me out of the picture was for Nathalie to strike a dea
His phone is now on speaker, and I recognize the voice. I can't be mistaken about who Logan is talking to, but I wonder who the other person is on the line. I hold my breath, making sure nothing gives away my location."What the fuck is wrong with you?" Logan says, his voice booming with anger. "I don't know how your picture got out with Ethan; I swear I'm not responsible for it." His voice booms with such intensity that it makes me shiver where I'm hiding. I almost let out an exclamation, forgetting that I was supposed to be hiding, but I quickly covered my mouth with my hand, holding it tightly to keep silent."That picture isn't me! I've never met Ethan in my entire life, so however you did that Photoshop, I don't care. You better fix this mess because it's caused a rift between Jack and me. And if you don't, I'll expose you to Nadine—you know how obsessed you are with her," the voice on the other end of the line says, filled with fury. I’m not mistaken by the voice I hear; it
But she looks at me with disdain. I wonder what she is doing in my room. Then it occurred to me that she must have been watching me when I rushed in, panicking.I'm grateful I didn't say anything out loud, or she would have known the reason for my haste.“I wonder where Logan found a rabid dog like her as his wife. She is no match for him at all. I thought he could do better, but I can see that leaving him cold at the altar made him settle for someone less. I once believed in his potential to find someone who truly matches him. Instead, he seems to have settled for someone who doesn’t deserve his attention. It’s disappointing to see him compromise on what could have been a better future.” Samantha seethes in anger coming close to me.Everything in my room turns red as I hear her calling me a rabid dog and wondering where Logan found me. She gloats about leaving Logan cold at the altar on their wedding day. I want to lunge at her in fury, but I hold back. I need to give her a piece of
He is rooted to the spot. He looks at me with an emotion I can’t quite put into words. Logan is strange, and I can’t seem to fit him into any single category. Thoughts about the conversation I overheard flood back, and it occurs to me that it’s high time I address the elephant in the room.Before I can speak, his voice booms in anger, staring down at me. "What the hell did you say to Samantha?”"Say to Samantha?" I ask again, just to make sure I haven’t heard him wrong. "Why the hell are you asking me this question? What exactly are you expecting me to do to her?"He moves closer, towering over me, and I feel myself cowering in fear. "Don't play dumb with me, woman," he growls. "She came crying, telling me about the shit you said to her.”"What I said to her is none of your concern, but if you must know, I told her exactly what she needed to hear."His eyes narrow. "You had no right to speak to her like that," he snaps, his voice cold."And she had no right to barge into my room,
"What the fuck were you doing in my office? I made it clear that you would not interfere in my affairs, and I wouldn’t interfere in yours. So what the hell were you snooping around in my office for?""Don't you dare turn this around on me, you manipulative scum of a man! You don't care about anyone except yourself.""Yes, it's true. So why the fuck are you acting like I put a gun to your head to sign the contract? You wanted something, I gave you what you wanted. I wanted something, and you’re yet to give me a fucking heir. And now you’re here calling me scum?”I feel a surge of anger boiling within me, but I force myself to stay calm. "You think this is just about signing a contract? You think this is just about an heir?" My voice shakes with the effort to control my emotions. "This isn’t about what we agreed to. This is about how you twisted everything, how you used me to get what you wanted."Logan’s face hardens, with a cold expression."You knew what you were getting into, Nad
My mind races as I stare at Logan lying on the floor, blood pooling around him. It’s like a nightmare. The room spins, and I grab onto the edge of the table for support, trying to steady myself. I should do something—call for help, scream, anything—but my body won’t move. I’m frozen, watching helplessly as the man I just told I hated clings to life."Logan..." I whisper, my voice trembling. He doesn’t respond; his eyes are barely open, and his breath is shallow. Panic sets in as I realize how dire the situation is. I drop to my knees beside him, my hands hovering over his chest, unsure of what to do. The blood is everywhere, staining my hands as I press down, trying to stop the bleeding. But it’s too much, too fast."Stay with me, Logan. Please," I plead, tears streaming down my face. My anger, my hatred—all of it fades away in the face of this brutal reality. All I want is for him to live. "Don’t you dare die on me. Not like this."His eyes flicker as if he’s trying to say somet
She strides right in front of me, not wasting any time.“I knew from the day I set my eyes on you that you were trouble, but I never imagined the trouble you would bring would almost cost him his life.”I stare at her. "This isn't the time for accusations, Samantha. Logan is fighting for his life. If you have something to say, now isn’t the moment. And I didn’t do anything. We were just arguing," I say, trying to defend myself.She mimics me. "Just having an argument that cost him being shot three times? If anything happens to Logan, I’ll hunt you down wherever you try to hide and gun you down," she says, moving past me.I don’t know how to handle this situation. Samantha thinks I’m responsible, and God knows what she will tell Logan’s family when they eventually hear about this. I need to find a way to contact them.I’m about to rush out of the hospital when I see Florence walking toward us. "Thank goodness," I mutter silently.I look at her and notice that her eyes are puffy; she ha
Nadine's POVThese past few weeks have been the best of my life. Shawn knows Logan is his dad, and it’s been a smooth ride. He sticks to Logan's side all day, and Logan, being the doting father, has no other obligation than to satisfy his son’s desires.Our dates are magical, and we’ve been on so many more since then. Logan spoils me silly, making every moment feel special. During one of our outings, he asked me to be his girlfriend, and I couldn’t care less about the label because I knew he wanted to woo me—that’s how he puts it.Logan’s family is eager for us to bring Shawn around so he can get to know his father’s side. I see pure love in their eyes as they bask in Shawn’s presence. Later, I find out that the blonde Logan pointed out at the restaurant with Chris is Lucas’s girlfriend. I feel a flush of embarrassment when I remember how I wanted to march up to her and stake my claim on Logan. Thank goodness I didn’t do that! I turn to Logan and playfully smack his chest. “Ouch!” h
Logan's POVI can’t get enough of Nadine. She’s like a soothing balm for my aching heart, and after giving her multiple orgasms, I feel like I’ve been on one hell of a ride.I want every part of her to bear my mark, so no man dares to come close to what is mine. I trail kisses over her body as she slowly opens her eyes. “No, not again, Logan,” she murmurs, feeling my erection pressing against her.I can’t count the number of times I’ve had an erection just from kissing her, and each time, it leads to amazing sex—an explosion of pent-up desire finally released. “I need to see my boy,” she whines, making her way toward the bathroom.I smile as I watch her. I want to see my boy too, but I dream of us being a family, all under one roof. Waking up each morning with Nadine by my side, peppering her with kisses and sending her into ecstasy before I head off to work. I imagine my son jumping up and down on my bed, trying to wake us up. The picture brings a smile to my face.Suddenly, I real
Nadine's POV.He pulls away and asks me a question I wasn’t expecting. Things are moving faster than I thought, but I know we’ve been avoiding our feelings for too long. We’ve both suffered in denial.“Go on a date with me,” he says softly, his eyes searching mine for a reaction. But I know I’m ready to take that leap of faith for us.I smile warmly, letting him see just how open I am to his request.“Of course, yes.”The smile that lights up his face is beyond ordinary, it’s captivating, pulling me in like a spell. He draws me closer and kisses me gently, and I savor the bliss that washes over me. Then it hits me—I need to call Rosa to let her know I won’t be home tonight.There’s no way I’m leaving here; I just want to stay in his arms all night.He notices the shift in my mood and asks, “What’s wrong?”“I need to call Rosa.”“Oh, how’s our son doing?” he asks, watching closely, testing if I’ll show any vulnerability.“He’s fine, but he wasn’t too happy with us leaving so suddenly.
I can’t believe what I just heard. My heart leaps with joy, pounding so hard I feel it might burst from my chest. “I’m right where I should be,” she whispers.It feels surreal. “Say that again, Nadine,” I urged, my face lighting up with happiness.“Oh, stop, Logan,” she replies, covering her face with her hands.Unable to contain my excitement, I scoop her up in a bridal carry and head up the stairs.“Drop me! I can walk by myself!” she laughs, but I can’t help my joy as I carry her with happiness.“Where are you taking me?” she asks, laughing.“To my bathroom. Remember that day you had your bath here?” She nods her head against my chest, a playful smile on her lips.I can’t seem to have a bath without thinking about that day. I kick the door open and step inside, gently lowering her to her feet under the shower.As the warm water cascades around us, I slowly start to remove her clothes, then peel off my own until we are both naked, feeling the heat envelop us.I take a moment to ad
He moves his hand down, sliding my pants aside, and finds my clit with his fingers. I shudder, arching my back as he continues to press deeper. He adds another finger, fucking me with it, but it doesn’t come close to satisfying the longing that’s consumed me for years. No amount of self-control can hold back the desire that surges through me.His fingers alone can’t quench my thirst. All I want is his dick inside me, filling me, while my clit clench around him.He slams into me with all the raw power I remember from our first night together, igniting a fire deep in me.That night is etched in my memory, and each time I use my toy, I picture him, as I thrust in and out reliving the raw connection I feel that reckless night.As he drives deeper, sensations flood back, every gasp, every moan, every brush of his skin against mine. I remember the way he looked at me, his eyes dark with desire, as if I were the only thing that mattered in the world.I think of how desperately I craved him
"Nadine," he calls my name, and my knees go weak. I can’t help myself; I lunge at him, pressing my lips to his. He swings into action immediately, without hesitation, as if he’s been waiting for this moment. What does this man do to me? He kisses me back, matching my intensity, pouring as much desire into the kiss as I do.I know this man. His presence etches itself into every part of my being. I can’t stay sane without him. I know it sounds cliché, but it’s the damn truth. He owns me, and I’m sure he feels the same. My encounter with Chris is a wake-up call, reminding me to hold on tight to what I have. Rosa’s words echo in my mind, even if she thinks I didn’t hear: I shouldn’t let a good man slip away.“Oh, Nad,” he whispers, his hands roaming over my body, cupping my butt. I wrap my legs around him, keeping our lips locked.He carries me to the couch, laying me down gently before finally pulling away.“What the hell, Logan?” I snap, frustration bubbling up like a child denied th
Nadine's POV I'm still reeling from Logan's sudden appearance and departure. My heart was racing, and my body trembling with desire. How does he do this to me? I feel like I'm trapped in a web of longing, unable to escape.The way he touched me, his fingers tracing my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His eyes, burning with intensity, seeing right through me. And that whispered question, 'What do you want?'... It's as if he knows I'm powerless against him.I try to shake off the feeling, telling myself I'm on a date with Chris, but Logan's presence has awakened something deep within me. I can't deny the connection between us.Chris... poor Chris. He has no idea what's going on. I feel guilty, about using him as a distraction from Logan. But Logan's games are exhausting. Why can't he leave me alone?As I return to the table, Chris notices my flushed cheeks and asks if I'm okay. I force a smile, trying to brush it off, but he sees right through me.'Everything alright?' he asks, con
Logan's POVI keep tabs on her, my men tracking her every move. But tonight feels different. I'm told that she’s going on a date with Chris Meyers, the kind of guy who can charm his way into anyone’s heart. I know he won’t stop until he has Nadine under his spell, and the thought twists my heart with disgust, a sharp pang of jealousy tightening my chest.Even from afar, I sense her unease. Her eyes darted around, searching for someone, anyone, watching her. Little does she know, it’s me.Kelly, my brother Lucas’s girlfriend, is nearby. Lucas has been pushing me to meet her, and as soon as he steps away to take a call, I know it’s my moment to move closer.When I point at Kelly as my date, I see it in her eyes—she’s ready to tear her apart from miles away.Returning to my seat, I feel Nadine’s gaze follow me, tracking my every move. When she finally stands, I slip away, quietly following her.She heads toward the restroom, and I follow, keeping my distance as I move discreetly in the
The past few weeks have been a wild ride, just as I expected. I've spent more time at my flower shop and squeezed in several dates.Some of them? Total snooze-fests. They drone on about themselves—their accomplishments, their families without ever asking what I want.One guy bragged so much that you'd think I was lucky just to be sitting across from him.Another couldn’t stop talking about his mom and his pet, which screamed a red flag from a mile away.Logan’s been away a lot, but he still checks on Shawn when I’m not around, always making sure to send flowers. This time, though, he didn’t come by in person to place the order.But his absence is obvious even Ava can't stop talking about the gorgeous man who ordered flowers which I know she is referring to Logan Even Shawn has noticed, asking where Logan’s been. I just shrug, unsure of the answer.He followed up the flowers with a sweet message that had me grinning from ear to ear.Lately, I’ve been exploring more—going on dates, unw