Logan's P. O. V. Love. Loving someone; a woman was never a plan of mine, never crossed my mind. Love was something that happened to me unexpectedly, struck me hard when I least expected it. When I'd first picked Layla up from her home that very night, I was filled with anger. I never thought she'd still be alive today, I never thought I'd be loving her like I did now. I never thought I'd be wanting to be around her, I never thought I'd be this obsessive.I could never tell her how much I loved her, she probably didn't feel the same way but I knew what I had to do, what I must to do make sure she loved me back. The sex was good, satisfying me more than any woman ever did. No other woman seemed to matter at that moment, it was all her, it was always her.Rubbing her back gently and drawing circles there, she made a stir and turned around to face me. When she smiled at me, I felt my heart skip a beat just for a second before I smiled back." Get dressed, I wanna show you something
" Excuse me love, I have to take this " I told Layla. " Okay " she replies with a small smile. Taking my free hand off her bare back, I walked away from the crowd, feeling her eyes watching me as I walked away and towards the stairs. I picked it before it went to voicemail." Nice of you to call today " I spoke first as I landed on the stairs top, looking down on the people walking around, admiring the arts." Hello Logan " his voice is plain ." I wonder why you're suddenly calling your old friend " " I heard about what happened at the family dinner "" That explains everything. I did wonder why you never made it to the dinner though " my eyes fell on Layla who still remained where I left her, watching the painting on the wall." But you never bothered to ask, did you? "" I don't see why I should bother "" Let the past stay in the past, Logan. You did try to murder me once but I let it go. Now you have to do the same "A smile crossed my lips as I replied " you seem to have s
The four walls of the mansion were now becoming suffocating to live within. As the days passed, I was starting to feel empty inside. I had a feeling like I was almost being used. After the sex we had in his bedroom, the only time Logan touched me was after the gallery. He’d walked into my room the next night and gifted me a stunning diamond necklace that he’d gotten custom-made just for me. I didn’t really care about the gift as much as his emotions if he’d just told me I meant something to him. Logan whispered sweet things into my ear but it felt almost rehearsed. He was sitting on my bed, touching the hem of my dress and his fingers raking up my thigh. Logan had given me something expensive; of course, he’d expect me to give him what he wanted, and that’s what mistresses do, right? I automatically spread my legs, feeling obligated to do my duty to him. He kissed me tenderly, pouring every emotion into that kiss, making me think that he was actually in love with me. I knew he
Layla's P. O. V.Logan explained that Nigel Moretti was his very long-time friend; they’d attended the same elementary and high school and grew up together when Nigel had to move in after the loss of his mother. When I’d asked him about his other friends, he wasn’t very keen on discussing them so I decided not to push him. Nigel’s home was a two-story Victorian mansion, vintage with a gothic architecture and quite smaller in comparison to Logan's enormous one. The house was easily a modernized Adam’s family home. I hated how Logan paraded me around in the party like a gold medal, telling people that I was his girlfriend, although I knew that wasn’t true. These people didn’t even know me, didn’t know who I was or where I came from and yet, I felt their judging eyes following my every step. It was like they could see right through all the designer clothing. I didn’t belong here. Logan introduced me to some of the people he called his friends, Tom and Mike. Apparently he sti
I nodded. If I was Penny, I knew my decision would have been different. There wouldn’t be a million chances, once would be enough for me to pack and leave. " Well, I can’t say good things about Mike either. I caught him cheating on me once, but it was just once, and I know it never happened after that. " She said, and I placed my hand over hers. It was like she was trying to feed herself some horse shit, because I’d caught her "so-called” boyfriend steal glances at me more than once. “You’re really lucky compared to us, Layla. Logan is a nice man. He’s polite and such a gentleman.” " He’s a little different, isn’t he? " I asked her, trying to dig for some juicy inside story. Cecelia nodded. “ A little. He’s straight-forward and that’s what people like about him, and he’s quite the keeper. " It seemed like Logan had paid this woman to give me a good report. “ He’s a little demanding,” I whispered. “ Demanding? ” She appeared confused. “ What do you mean?” I could f
From the stairs landing above the wide hall stood a man with creamy coffee skin, his chin looking to be freshly shaved, clad in Navy suits. He's slim but well built in every places around his body. His eyes are small and set back into his face, his hair black as a raven, brushed back stylishly on his head. His face looks cute and average for his broad chest, his slim lips pink and faded.I didn't need anyone to tell me that he was Nigel, Logan's supposed ex best friend. Everyone clapped, their faces turned towards him. He throws his smile across the room like wildfire. I found my steps back to where the women and I had seated earlier before Logan's interruption.The sounds of clapping hands soon died down and he put a glass of wine up." Thank you all for making it today " Nigel spoke, his accent resembling that of a German. Logan had said he was half Italian and he had the facial features too.I noticed how his eyes scanned the room till they settled on me. He stared at me, his e
I didn't know why Logan had agreed for me to dance with this stranger at the side of the room where he couldn't keep his eyes on me. Did he suddenly trust me so much?But right now, I was more concerned about this pot belly man who seemed to watch my body than my face as we stopped right next to the couples dancing to the slow music on the background. Colonel my arse.He places his big hands on my waist while I placed mine on his arm and the nape of his neck before slowly joining the dance. I tried to look anywhere but his face but that was impossible as we were both of the same height. With the help of my high heels, I was almost a hair taller than him. " You don't look like you're from around here " he spoke, like it wasn't enough torture having to dance with my body so closed up to his." You live here?" I shot back. He smiles gently and replied " yes in fact. I have a house here. I live with my wife and two sons. Lovely family "" Ah " I nodded gently. He spins me around, hi
Logan's P. O. V.I watched Layla walk away with the backstabbing traitor I'd endured his friendship for many years towards the dancing floor. Colonel Morin always prided himself of being the most kind and knowledgeable whenever there's a group. But we all knew he was just as evil as every soul gathered here tonight. Even he had his own skeletons well hidden in his closet." Now don't look too sad, Logan, Morin doesn't intend to take your woman from you I can assure you that " Nigel's voice brings me back and I looked at him, plastering on a wide smile. He raises his glass towards the nearest empty bar table. " I am sure his wife would have his head before he even makes an attempt to steal Layla from me " I replied, walking towards the bar with him." My point exactly brother " he replied before we both settled on the empty bar stools.The bartender starts filling a cup for me." So, " Nigel breaks the building silence " how long has it been? Ages? "I chuckled at his remark, look
Logan bangs his hands on the nearest table and I shook in fear. He turns around, his breath heavy and uneven. When he'd pulled me away from the bitch, I'd known something was wrong. But I'd only imagine he was upset at the pervert he looked like he was going to punch. But I'd thought wrong. " What the hell was that huh?! " He growled at me. " You think I'm an idiot right? I saw you looking at that fucking pervert since we got to that fucking beach! And then you go off flirting with him?! " " I wasn't doing anything . . . . . " I tried to defend myself but he doesn't let me, cutting me off straight up. " Shut the fuck up, Layla! I fucking saw everything! He was gonna buy you a drink! Tell me did you like it? Did you like the fact that he had his eyes all over his body, that he wanted to touch your body? " I didn't know what exactly he wanted me to say. He was being driven again by jealousy, failing to see the actual reason here. " Answer me! " " Logan I wasn't doing anything
" what do you keep looking at? " Logan asked, causing me to shudder in surprise. I abruptly turned back to him and smiled " Nothing . . . . I was just . . . . ." " You were just what? " Logan asks, looking serious now. I'd expected him to let this go but he doesn't look like he's about to let it go. Normal people would. Because I could've been looking at the people for the view, or admiring the places and the kids here. Logan looks back towards the bar and I remained still. I didn't know if the creepy man was still looking our way and somehow I wished he wasn't. Logan looks back at me and said " you know someone here, Layla? " " What? Of course not. " I replied, pouring some sunscreen cream into my palm. " That better be true. " he replied and I felt the warning in his voice. But I just nod and gave him a reassuring smile instead. He leans in and plants a kiss on my forehead. Logan stands up and dives into the water, splashing it over my thighs. I laughed with the shock of
The following morning, I woke up to the stinging sunlight invading my eyes. I squint to adjust better to the sudden brightness in the room. I heard water running in the bathroom and finally opened my eyes after the much needed contemplation. I picked myself up and stepped off the bed. I stepped towards the bathroom and leaned on the door. I didn't know why I was at the door listening in on the water running but I knew it was suiting and at some point, everything blended with the background and I was just standing there, staring into air. The door suddenly pulls open and I'm falling, only stopping when I collided with a hard solid, wet body. I looked up, groaning in pain as my head plemmeted on Logan's damp chest. I'd drifted away with the sound of the water that I didn't hear it stop. I quickly pulled back, my hair now sticking to my face from coming in contact with his dripping body. I looked up to see the surprise in his face, which now turns into an amusement as
Layla's P. O. V. There is a limit up to which your body can take pain. Some say there is no limit, your strength lies within you, you can do anything, overcome anything. Well I think that these lines means nothing to me as much as it meant nothing to Logan. They're all ideas. And why do I think so? Well because there are no super humans, and it doesn't matter how strong the hero is or how brave he is, after having your face smashed in with hammer, and having several wounds, anyone will lose their shit. And even in the unconscious state of his mind as he poured his heart out to me, I still felt the length of pain he's had to endure all his life, to get where he was now. And I felt the pain too, almost like I shared it. And maybe I did at some point. But nobody deserved to be backed into the corner the way he was. And as I watched him under my eyes, I knew that moment that I couldn't leave Logan even if I wanted to, even if he drove me away without knowing, because he was far
I dragged my hand along her bare back and drew circles there, my mind drifted into my own thoughts as she laid there over my bare chest. I listened to her slow breath and felt the warmth of her breath emanating over my skin. And all that was in my head was turning this woman back up against the wall and screaming how much I loved her until she screamed back my name. The thought makes me chuckle and she stirs on my chest, lifting her head to look at me. Still I couldn't stop smiling and I didn't want to offend her. She looked like a little baby, my little baby. Her raven black hair is sprawled over her small face, her lips pouted as she wondered what was in my head, her eyes blinking at me. " Why are you smiling? " She inquired, shifting into a more comfortable position. " I was just imagining how insanely sweet it's going to be if I turned you up against the wall and fucked you hard " I replied, not leaving a word out. Embarrassment washes over her instantly and I watched in
For the next few couple of days Logan took me out to places and I thought he'd completely forgotten about my attempt to escape on our wedding day. Logan would make love to me tenderly, he'd drive us out to eat at the most beautiful restaurants in town, he'd show me around the city and always talk about beautiful things. He'd take me visiting bawling alleys, take me shopping till I got tired. I started to warm up to him and quickly put so many things behind us. Logan would occasionally whisper into my ear how much he loved me and I'd confess it back. Especially one of the many times he pulled me into the shower with him. The feeling was immensely overwhelming. And then, just when I'd thought he'd done too much, Logan grabs me by the arm unexpectedly at the beach he'd taken us to and inhaled my hair deeply. Then he whispered into my ears " what do I have to do to make you love me Layla? " I shuddered before spinning in his arms to face him. And for the first time in so long, I
When Logan had said he planned a date for us I'd expected him to take us to one of his very fancy restaurants that he loved to take me to. Logan loved spending money on grande things, the idea thrilled him and he was always glad whenever he could impress me with all the expensive things he buys for me and the fancy places he takes me to. But instead, he'd taken me to a small eatery set back into a wooden house facing the ocean. It's built up high on a rock, just below the ocean so people could easily get their snacks and drinks and still go down to have a swim while those who loved to sit and eat could see the view of the ocean from up here. It was beautiful. And it kinda felt Mexican. Logan loved things like this I've noted and I couldn't help loving it too. Flower pots decorated the front of this dark oak building with people walking in and out, others eating outside and some inside. Logan was being overly sweet when he pulled a chair out for me and wouldn't stop smiling at
I believed that I almost saw every side of him. But this one was new to me. Logan never forced himself on me; he never had sex with me without my consent. This wasn't sex, this was rape. " Logan stop! I don't want this!" I screamed. I tried to push him away. But he doesn't stop. He abducts my two hands and locks them in his one hand at the top of my head. And with his one hand he started to roam my body. Every part, every inch. He slides his hand down my stomach and reaches the hem of my white pants. I tried to pull my legs together but his wide body separates them further as he fully laid on top of me, letting go of my hands so he could take off my shirt. Then I started to fight him again. Logan never forced me to have sex with him. I knew he'd attempted that when he'd newly kidnapped me but he always stopped when I asked him to. But right now, he was so furious and driven by pure hate and anger I knew he wasn't going to stop if I begged him to. But I don't stop fighting. I t
I watched wide eyed as Logan provided a portable knife from his back pocket and pushed it's blade out. He leans back on top of me and traced the cold metal along my chin. I knew I had to remain still so I don't get torn with the sharp object. " Please......" I begged, my body physically vibrating. " Shhhhhh" Logan said like he was cooing to a baby. " That's not what I wanna hear, love. You don't need to beg me, you know why I'm doing this to you don't you? So you don't have to be scared of me " I simply nodded gently as I knew exactly what would happen if I disobeyed him. Whatever happened today was my fault but I didn't deserve this. Nobody deserves this drastic punishment and I knew being the Logan that he was, there was more installed for me. Logan sighed and slowly started stroking my hair. I flinched at first but I knew there was no point in defying him anymore. So I let him stroke my hair and I saw how satisfied he was that I wasn't trying to fight him anymore. Then h