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
"You know, I saw you the last time you were at the bar," he says with a smile on his face.I gasped, not expecting anyone who knew me to have seen me there. "You did?" I ask, my eyes wide with surprise."Yes, I did," he replies. "And I saw Logan too. I could tell he was trying to keep it together when he saw that guy dancing with you. He was so jealous. You should have seen the way he looked at you when you weren’t looking. Logan is smitten, and if I may say so, he can’t do without you.”I give him a sharp look. "Can’t do without me?" I ask, recalling the conversation Nathalie had with Logan on the phone while I was hiding in his office."Umm, hmm, but he doesn’t know," Lucas replies, with a smile playing on his lips.I shake my head, dismissing the thought. "No, Logan just cares about me, that’s all.""Believe that at your own risk," he says with a shrug as we make our way inside. I feel my cheeks flush at his words. The idea of Logan being jealous or even obsessed with me is some
I've been spending a lot of time at the hospital, checking on Logan. It's been tiring and starting to wear me down. I've tried my best to stay strong and not let anyone notice my pregnancy, but sometimes I feel like I'm not doing a good job of hiding it.Logan's recovery has been slow because the bullet hit an important part of his arm. Most of the time, I avoid looking him in the eye because I’m afraid of what I might see. We haven’t talked much about where we stand or our agreement. I don’t know if I’m ready to let go of the contract like I said I would before the incident or if I should stay a little longer to see how things turn out between us.I keep replaying everything in my mind, trying to figure out what I want. Part of me feels like I should walk away and stick to what I planned, but another part of me isn’t so sure anymore. The way Logan looks at me sometimes makes me wonder if there’s something more between us, something worth holding on to.But then I’m scared. I'm sc
LoganMy time at the hospital has been the worst of my life. I know I have enemies who want to bring me down at any moment. That’s why I insisted on Nadine having bodyguards with her. I know I haven’t been the best to her. I know I’ve made her doubt me. I’m glad I’m the one in the hospital bed and not her. I don’t think I’d survive it if it were the other way around.I never expected her to stay with me despite my behavior, but I was shocked to realize that she was the one keeping me strong during this tough time. I’m starting to see things more clearly. I see how much Nadine has done for me, even when I didn’t deserve it. Every day, I see how much effort she puts into making sure I’m comfortable and safe. It’s more than just physical care; it’s the emotional strength she brings that I didn't fully appreciate until now. When Richie came to visit, I asked him to look into the shooting. From what we know, it seems like a sniper was involved. Seeing Nadine stiffen when I touched he
I was stunned when he asked the question, staring at him in shock. I knew I couldn't fool him; he was looking down at me, trying to gauge my reaction. But I wasn't ready to let him know about my pregnancy. I don't think we're there yet. Even though he seems to be warming up to me, I need to guard my heart.I smiled softly, trying not to give anything away. "Why did you ask? Did you see any baby pictures in your dreams?" I asked with a nervous laugh.He smiled and pulled me closer. His eyes darted around my face as if searching for something only he knew.I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, wondering if he already knew, if he could somehow sense the life growing inside me. He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch gentle. “Just curious,” he said softly, his voice laced with something I couldn’t quite read. “You seem different lately… I thought maybe there was something you weren’t telling me.”I forced myself to keep smiling, though inside, my thoughts were spin
"W...what is this?" I stuttered, staring at the picture on her phone that she shoved in my face. I looked closer and realized it was a picture of me with another man.I gasped, holding my hand to my mouth. "What is the meaning of this?" I asked, trying to steady my voice so I wouldn't feel intimidated by what she was showing me."Either you're dumb or too blind to see. I think I'll go with both," she sneered, dropping the phone from my face.For a moment, I lost my sense of reality, unable to comprehend what I had just seen on her phone."No, that isn't me," I muttered, shaking my head in disbelief. "It can't be.”Samantha crossed her arms, a smug look on her face. “Oh, it’s you, I wonder what Logan would think if he saw this.”The woman in the photo looked exactly like me, but I knew it wasn’t me. “This has to be some kind of trick,” I said, still shaking my head. “I don’t know who that is, but it’s not me.”“Then who is this?” she demanded, stepping closer with each word. I backed
LoganI didn't know what came over me to want to kiss Nadine. I know we aren't there yet, but I miss how her lips fit so perfectly with mine. I miss the taste of her lips on mine.I thought she wanted it, too, because I could feel her heart pounding, and her nerves were all over the place. Her eyes showed she felt the same way. But when she refused, my heart sank, and I didn’t know how to react.She’s still here, but that doesn’t mean we can go back to how we were before Samantha came into the picture. Could she be pregnant? The thought didn’t sit well with me. Based on her explanation and the terms of the contract, she wants to be pregnant so she can have the baby and leave. I wasn’t sure if I imagined it, but I thought I heard her say something like, "I and the baby want you alive." Maybe I was hallucinating.I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was off. I should be happy that she’s still here, but instead, I feel this growing unease. Samantha’s presence in the house
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