Elena
I'm watching Logan search through the pantries for ingredients and something to cook alongside the filet mignon he will be making.
Emma is excited, but I'm not sold yet. His choice of protein is interesting. Don't get me wrong, I'm by no means a chef, but I know filet mignon is lean and free of any tough muscle, making it easy to overcook since there isn't much fat.
"Consider yourself lucky to be able to taste my cooking," Logan turns around to wink at me saucily.
I roll my eyes from my place, leaning my back against a stove that no one is using.
"I still don't believe you can cook—don't you have servants for that?" I snicker in amusement. "I bet you don't even wipe your ass."
I shouldn't have mentioned his ass—now I seem unable to look away from it as he bounces it around for the show.
"I do wipe my ass. I'm a big boy, thank you very much."
"Bet you have someone doing it for you at home," I mutter under my breath, convinced Logan didn't hear my comment.
I was wrong.
Logan chuckles. "You're so mean."
"I'm not mean."
Logan returns to making my food. He has rolled up his sleeves, and the other servers are whispering by the corner of the kitchen. The ladies working for me certainly have noticed his exposed biceps. Hell, even my mouth is turning dry from watching them.
"What's your deal anyway?" Logan suddenly asks while cooking. He is moving swiftly like a ninja while talking. "Your snide comments and hatred make it seem like you already know me," He pauses then. "We didn't go to the same school, did we?"
My heart stops beating. Lying is the only way out. I can't reveal my true identity to Logan; reliving the shame from that rejection in the past would kill me at the spot.
"No, we didn't go to the same school."
Logan laughs. "Did we date in the past? Is that why you hate me so much?"
Ha. I wish we dated in the past. Back when I thought you had a heart inside that chest of yours.
"Nope."
"I didn't think so either," Logan admits. "I would have remembered a pretty face like yours."
His compliment makes me want to puke. Instead, I execute the perfect grimace, dramatic enough to make him laugh when he steals a glance at me. He is looking off to the side, showcasing his beautiful profile as he glances down at me.
"Is it that bad to receive a compliment from me?" Logan asks.
"Yes," I reply dryly, determined to keep hating him, even if my thundering heart seems incapable of that. "If you don't mind, I will go and sit down by the table. I have some stuff to check on my phone."
"No problem."
I take a seat by the table and scroll on my phone for what seems like an eternity. Unfortunately, I can't focus on the posts on Facebook—I can't even relax!
Logan has taken over my thoughts. He was all that I could think and dream about in the past, and now I'm afraid he has infiltrated my senses again with his bad-boy charm.
Why am I so weak when it comes to that guy?
One juicy glance my way, and my brain cells commit suicide by jumping out through the window, leaving me unable to function around the beautiful man.
"Sorry it took so long," Logan hurries to our table with two plates. The smell of something delicious immediately takes over my senses. "I brought your food and Emma's plate—I will fetch mine once these are down on the table."
I swallow. The plates are arranged perfectly with vegetables, some thick, cold sauce in a tiny bowl, and the filet mignons look perfect. I'm too busy absorbing the colorful plate to pay attention to Emma slipping into a chair next to me.
"Oh, boy!" Emma exclaims, sounding happy. "This looks delicious!"
Logan returns with wine, glasses, and his plate. A huge smile is plastered on his face, and a thin layer of sweat has formed on his forehead. Blonde tousled hair is hanging down into his sparkly eyes, and yet, he looks better than ever.
"Shall we eat?" Logan takes a seat but keeps those mesmerizing eyes on me. It's uncomfortable. "I want to know what you think of my cooking."
I notice he is still sweating, probably warm from still wearing his sweatshirt inside my scorching hot restaurant.
"Isn't it warm wearing that thing?" I remark.
Logan smirks. "Do you want me to take it off?"
Emma gasps, but I don't even react and continue glaring into Logan's mischievous face.
"Are you wearing anything under it?" I ask.
Logan holds our eye contact. "A white t-shirt."
"Then I don't see why you can't remove that sweatshirt and allow your skin to breathe."
Logan flashes me a brief smile and then removes his sweatshirt by raising his arms above his head. I keep chewing on the filet mignon, taken by the excellent taste and then almost choking on the piece.
Logan's tight t-shirt rides up his stomach with the movements of his arms. Too weak to resist, I stare at his rock-solid abs peeking from under his shirt along with the very top of his white Calvin Klein underwear. A visible v-line got the room heating up to tropical degrees.
Holy mother of wealthy billionaires...
This is like live-action porn! And it's embarrassing to admit that I most definitely would pay money to watch this guy dance or do nasty stuff naked while a webcam records him. As long as Logan didn't know I was watching him, I would maybe even tip him, have him bounce that round ass for me.
"That feels much better," Logan says and lowers his thick, muscular arms. I immediately lift my gaze from his crotch area, only to find him searching my eyes with a knowing look on his face. His lips twitch. "How is the meat?"
I clear my throat, hyperaware of his slow-spreading smile. "I was wrong about your cooking skills—this tastes amazing."
Emma fills in with a hum, her mouth full of food. I know it's mean to acknowledge, but to be honest, Logan's killer show almost made me forget about her existence.
"I'm glad you like the food," He smiles at Emma, but then his eyes travel over to me and lingers on my face. It makes me uncomfortable to eat his food, knowing it gives him satisfaction.
"Where did you learn how to cook?" Emma asks with her eyes filled with glitter and hearts. She seems to be developing a crush on Logan.
"It's always been a hobby of mine. I find cooking to be very calming for the soul," Logan explains. "A lot of expectation and eyes have been on me from a very young age. I'm expected to take over my grandfather's entire company. As a result, I've been studying everything necessary to run a world-leading business, which gave me little time to do something I enjoy. But cooking I always had time for, at least once a day."
Emma nods. "Your grandfather owned all the Starlight hotels, right?"
"Now I'm the owner of those hotels," Logan smiles briefly. "Not only that, but my grandfather was also a prominent investor in many projects, some Kickstarter. So plenty of brands are owned by me these days, and it's all thanks to his crazy investments and willingness to risk everything for money."
I finish my food, then turn around to glance at Emma, who looks starstruck and ready to flash her tits for a chance with the billionaire. Seeing her face disappoints me. I didn't think money alone was enough to persuade her.
"Thanks for the food; it was delicious," I get up from my chair. Logan follows my movements with his intense eyes. One could drown in those pools of blue. "But I'm a busy woman and has to get back to work."
Logan smiles. "I get it..." A thoughtful look crosses his face. "Will you answer the next time I call you?"
"I thought we went through every song you want me to sing?"
Logan shrugs. "I thought I could watch your rehearsals, you know, to make sure everything is perfect."
I nod. Somehow I'm not buying Logan's excuse, but I don't want to argue in front of Emma. "Sure, I will pick up my phone next time."
After an extended date walking around the river with Trevor, I take off my stinking sandals and step into my room. I had way too many drinks tonight. However, no matter the alcohol, Trever remained boring."What a long ass day!" I'm talking to my cat—it's a habit of mine. Sue me for it being non-attractive. "First, I had that lunch date with Logan, and then I spent the entire night listening to Trevor talking about himself."My Ragdoll cat, Sheba, shows her concern by meowing. Her blue eyes are so thoughtful and intelligent, and the tone of her voice is downright soothing—fuck me, I've been living alone for way too long. I've officially gone nuts for finding comfort in a feline."Trevor is a nice guy, but he just doesn't do the trick for me..." I complain while throwing off my clothes onto what I call "the chair" it's the place where not clean, but not quite dirty clothes go."Maybe we should move out from here—I've gathered it's easier
A bubble of excitement rise within me, bringing a giggle out through my parted lips. I've had too much alcohol, but who cares?"What do you mean by saying you will show me everything?" I stroke my finger over my lips. Here it is, the downfall of the great Logan. Bye-bye, happy marriage.Logan chuckles. "Exactly what I said, but first, I would like to ask you something."My fingers are already down the drain, causing me to eye roll dramatically and sigh even louder—Logan is no fun. I'm horny. Poor me having to answer some stupid question before I get what I want."Fine!" I exclaim. "Ask away!"The man hums into the phone, and I laugh in pain.God, Logan is torturing me. But for some odd reason, I'm warming up to his voice. It no longer makes me angry to tune in to his talk. Instead, I feel hotter than ever. I want to see him naked."Why do you hate me?" Logan asks."Because God gave you everything. You're a rich, spoiled,
Harper is the one curling my hair before my date with Logan. My stomach is in knots, and Harper isn't making it any easier by shaking her head at me whenever we make eye contact in the mirror.She had been silently judging me for an hour."Speak," I tell her. "Tell me what you are thinking."Harper sighs. "I don't think this is a good idea, Elena. You will end up falling in love with that hunk if you date him, not break his heart.""I won't know without giving it a try," I tell her as I focus on my reflection, wondering if I look sexy enough for Logan. "And falling in love with him is out of the question.""Mmm," Harper sighs. "With that body and his 6'5 height, all he needs to do is sling you over his shoulder. You won't stand a chance, darling. He will pound hard into your ass until the idea of another man is fucked out of your system.""HARPER!" My entire body burns in embarrassment.The woman shrugs, smirking briefly. "I'm just te
I'm sitting inside Logan's car, sweating because of anticipation. It's been a long time since I've been on a date, and the other guys couldn't compare to Logan. The attraction I feel towards him is unreal—my panties are already wet from simply remembering our last conversation.Unable to help myself, I let my eyes roam his body—god, he is enormous. He has that kind of physique that would make it easy for him to throw me over his shoulder and kidnap me for his own. I squirm in my seat at the mere idea. Jesus Christ. I'm already turned on, and his abs are making the situation even worse. They are trying to press through the fabric of his grey v-lined t-shirt, dancing every time he turns the wheel."Don't worry, Elena," There it is, that freaking accent along with his confidence and colossal ego. "Once we are at my place, you will get your fair share of this body."I gasp at his arrogance, but Logan hushes me, grinning with a glint in his eye. Any remai
I'm sprawled out on the bed like a flower, feeling my chest rise and fall as I lock eyes with Logan's hungry gaze. His pupils are dilated, taking over the stormy blue color in his eyes. His lips part to form a confident smirk, and I watch him throw off his t-shirt, revealing a shredded chest. Dear lord—I didn't know men like this existed outside of fashion magazines for underwear. I can hardly breathe from expectation. Logan sinks onto the bedsheets on all fours, making the mattress creak underneath his weight. I lie back, gazing up at him and his bulging muscles, my breath trapped inside my chest—I'm afraid of where this will lead, but also soaking wet for this gorgeous man. Large hands grip around my waist, violently pulling down my jeans until only my wet panties are left. Logan then dips down with a sharp intake of breath, kissing my inner thighs—his lips are so warm and electric I swear I momentarily see heaven's doors. "You smell like flowers an
I'm staring into the wall, my thoughts racing until the split-second Logan's hand grabs my ass. Startled, I sit up in his bed, head hurting because of his cologne invading my senses. I shouldn't get cozy with him. Getting too comfortable with someone you can never have in the way you want is like asking for a disaster. "I have to go." My voice is weak, and I crawl away from him, conscious of his eyes tracking my movements. There is an ache inside my chest, one that tells me my heart is breaking apart. "This was a mistake." "Excuse me?" Logan glares at me. Anger is visible on his features until he sees the tears prickling their way out of the corner of my eyes. Then his face softens with a gentleness that appears just meant for me. I swallow tears. He got the kind of blue eyes that pierce right through me, and I wonder if he can see my soul and if he knows I wasn't born a woman. Logan sighs and palms his neck with his hand. "What's the matter?" He chuc
Logan I'm dragging my fingers through my hair for the billionth time, hoping the woman in front of me will disappear when I open my eyes—I'm not that lucky. Melodie is there, glaring at me with pouting lips and fist clenched so hard she could extract blood with her nails. "I've changed my mind!" Melodie announces. "We are no longer free to sleep with whoever we want!" "Mmm," I sigh. "What happened to Julian and Max? And that doctor, what was his name, Victor?" Melodie's face crumples up in sadness. "I only slept with them because..." She sniffles—here comes the salty crocodile tears. Her mouth opens up again, ready to give me a guilt trip. "I wanted your attention, Logan! You never even look at me!" "Our marriage was supposed to be business only. You agreed to there being no feelings involved." "That was before I fell in love with you!" She says it like she has practiced that line in front of the mirror. I resist the urge to sc
LoganPast"So you want me to make friends with the unpopular guy, who you worry is depressed?" I ask while balancing a pen over the top of my fingers.The principal, Paul, is glaring daggers at me, unimpressed by my talented fingers. But he needs me, so he won't tell me to stop playing with his pen. Some kid named Ethan Archer doesn't have a single friend, and a teacher saw cut marks on his wrists. So now the principal wants me to make best buddies with him."Look," Paul is sweating. I can see beads forming on his bald forehead as he tries to find words. "You have poor grades, so you can benefit from making friends with the kid. Ethan's grades are excellent, and even if you're older, he should have no trouble with your subjects."Sweet. I can already see the future flashing past my eyes—top grades in everything, Logan the math genius. I can't wait! Now all I need to do is make sure Ethan can gain from this too. I will be his best friend ever
Logan My fingers are interlocked with Elena's as we walk to the limousine waiting for us by the curb. Jared, my driver and personal investigator is leaning against the car together with Harper. Harper is grinning at us knowingly, holding up a drink she must have mixed up herself inside the car. There is a tiny umbrella in it, and I'm pretty sure she is wearing my shades. She takes another sip and then waves at us. "Look at you! Mr. and Mrs. Williams are walking hand-in-hand! You finally got your shit together, eh? About fucking time!" Elena momentarily freezes, and when I glance down at her, she blushes and averts her gaze. Cute. I turn my attention to Harper. "I didn't see you on the plane. Where were you?" The crazy woman shrugs. "I have connections—I was enjoying a cocktail inside the cockpit. The captain was an old classmate of mine." "Oh, I see..." I swear Harper is the most confusing woman I've ever met. I'm glad
ElenaMy breaths are heavy, and I jerk on top of the bedsheets, lost to the sensation of Logan's lips kissing the insides of my thighs. I'm sweaty and close to seeing stars.I wish for Logan never to stop.But as if having read my thoughts, he stops pleasuring me and murmurs against my skin. "Tell me, has someone ever kissed you down here?"I'm panting. "Why does it matter?" Continue to kiss and lick me! Why is he talking right now? I swear he is the devil!"Because I'm possessive, Elena—I have to make sure you're mine and kiss every inch of your body until you're claimed," his tone turns darker, thicker. "I want to own you. You're mine. Only Mine."His words are hot and scary at the same time. He sounds so dark and severe, like he means every word.Does he?I have no time to ponder. Logan dips down his head, and insane pleasure wrecks my body.Holy shit...His head is between my legs, a large hand gripping
Elena After I've shouted out my sentence, eerie silence and tension fill the atmosphere. Logan isn't speaking, and my chest painfully constricts—the fantasy I had about us getting our happily ever after crashes and shatters to pieces. But I can't run forever. Slowly, I open my eyes, daring to look up at Logan's face. I'm afraid of the emotions I might find there: disgust, loathing, maybe even hatred. Instead, I find Logan blinking at me. Seconds pass, and when his eyes narrow slightly, I get up from my seat. Panic is swirling inside of me, and the instinct to flee kicks in. I don't want to hear his thoughts, but he grabs my wrist as I try to pass his passenger seat, and his intense, blue eyes glare into mine. He looks angry, which is a given. I understand him for being mad at me, but I don't think I can handle it. His voice comes out as an order. "Sit." My heart squeezes at the coldness in his voice, and I sit back down on the
ElenaLogan gazes at me with furrowed eyebrows. His soft eyes are locked on mine, and guilt eats me up alive. I should tell him who he is about to marry, but I'm so afraid.I've tricked him into this—he might have asked me to marry him, but he doesn't know my true identity. The right thing is to tell him before the wedding, so he knows.He can decide what he wants to do after I've told him the truth. Logan will probably marry me either way since he wishes to keep his company and money, but the two of us will fall apart.The emotions in his eyes will fade to grey.His voice will grow cold.And he won't love me anymore.Tears burn in the corner of my eyes, and when one falls, Logan takes it away with his finger. He is so gentle with me that I quip for air and fall against his chest, wishing I didn't have to tell him."Hey, hey—" he whispers soothingly and hugs me to him, running his large hand down my back. "What is t
Logan We aren’t flying in first class. Elena refused to let me spoil her, and therefore, we are flying with other people. I hate every minute. A man hasn’t stopped to check out Elena’s legs from across our seat, and I’m the jealous type, so pretending to be happy is rather challenging when I want to hit him in the face. Eventually, I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him as if to tell him, “I know you’re salivating at the sight of my future wife,” and the fucker looks away. Perfect. I’ve won this round, but Elena is gorgeous, even if she doesn’t see it herself, so there will be other men trying to win her heart. But no one can have her because the woman is mine. I can’t wait until I’ve put an enormous diamond on Elena’s finger. I’ve had the biggest, most expensive one picked out, so no one can miss her wearing it. Call me obsessive; I don’t care, as long as she is mine. Everyone needs to know she is taken
Elena I'm about to marry Logan, and as I stare down at my custom dressmaker, the reality of things is finally sinking in. My childhood crush, not to mention my best friend of the past, is about to become my husband, and he doesn't know my true identity—I'm such an asshole. Gosh, should I go through with this wedding? Logan needs me to marry him so he can keep his company and money, but the idea of playing him and pretending to be a stranger is making my stomach roll in and out in anxiety. I'm a terrible person. My mind is spinning in circles. And I swear my brain cells are puking in the corner of my mind, desperately trying to keep up with everything that is happening in my life right now. I'm happy to marry Logan, excited to share a bed with the gorgeous, always-smiling man, but also terrified of him finding out the truth and rejecting me yet again. "You have a tiny waist—perfect for dresses," Monique, my dressmaker, beams up at me from the hewn of t
Elena After Logan rejected me in the past, I never imagined myself being close to him again. Today, I'm testing necklaces worth a fortune with his warm fingers intertwined in my hair. His fresh scent floats from his creamy skin, making it hard to focus as he stands behind me. I'm experiencing goosebumps, and I have the strangest desire to pinch my cheeks to make sure I'm not dreaming. I'm getting married to Logan. When did this even happen? How did it come to this? "You're beautiful. Stunning." Logan's body is large and reliable, much bigger than mine as he guards my back. "A braid will suit you, and don't worry—I've had enough sisters to deal with to know how to make one. I'm an expert." I love his gentleness, swooning as he works those rough fingers. I'm one lucky woman to receive so much attention and tenderness from a man who looks like an actor. Logan is such a gentle spirit when he wants to be. I hope it lasts. "You don't
Logan I've done many stupid things in my life; who hasn't done something they regret? I've jumped from scarily high cliffs while my friends waited on my yacht and eaten scorpions. Bungee jumped even though I'm afraid of heights. Everything was a rash, stupid decision. But me asking Elena to marry me? That felt right. I'm happy, and even though Elena is doing everything in her power to focus on the conversation she is having with Harper, I know she can sense my presence. Shivers are prickling over her flawless skin as I'm sitting ridiculously close to her in a McDonald's booth. It's been ages since I sat in one of these. Most women I've dated would have laughed at me coming here, saying it's too low class, but not Elena. I like that about her. For a long time, it's been like I've forgotten who I am, but with her, I relax and be myself. I thought she was easy prey in the beginning, and boy, was I proven wrong. My mother probably won't approve of
As I stare at Logan, I hear this whisper coming from my heart, telling me to take a chance. We have all read those billionaire romances where the guy needs to get married to inherit something, but experiencing it is a freaking trip. My knees go weak, and I'm unsteady, but there is no denying what the heart wants—Logan, and I rather it be me walking down the aisle with him than someone else. "Yes." I breathe heavily, smiling at the world taking momentum; this is where my life changes forever. "I will marry you." "Really?" The glint in Logan's eyes goes from surprise to happiness as he watches me and realizes I'm serious. "I thought I would have to bribe you somehow, but this is a pleasant surprise—I'm thrilled!" My body stiffens as I watch him approach me with that charming, curling smile. Was Logan always so gorgeous? I have the sudden urge to hug him but think better of it. I'm afraid of what I would do if I felt his hard body against mine. M