Chapter 6: Controlling Desire

LOGAN'S POV

“Since you love crossing lines. Do you want me to show you what happens when you take a step too far?” I snapped.

She quickly dropped the book, her hands trembling as she faked a smile. “I brought your water,” she informed me. For some reason, her voice irritated me even more.

As I glided toward her, she moved back, but I didn’t stop walking closer. She finally stopped moving when her back hit the bookshelf. Covering the space between us, I stared at her, my eyes filled with nothing but hatred and anger. She couldn't look me in the eyes—her gaze was fixed on the ground.

How could she enter my library? Have I been too soft on her? Where did she get the audacity from? My mind swirled with questions as I stared at her.

“I asked Nova to bring my water, not you,” I muttered, my voice low but terrifying.

I expected her to quiver more, but instead, she raised her head. Our gazes locked.

“I insisted on serving you the water. She has nothing to do with this,” she defended.

I smirked. Finally, I found someone I could use to threaten her—Nova. I never knew she cared so much about a maid. She’s the kind of type.

Without another word, I moved away from her and settled on the couch. “Leave,” I ordered.

She disappeared from the library, my anger subsiding as she left. Thank goodness I was fast enough to enter. The book contained three of her father's personal pictures—one of him walking to his car, another of him in his suit, and the third, a picture of him with Amaya at the beach.

My informant had trailed them and gotten those pictures. If she saw them, she would start suspecting my quest for revenge. She would eventually find out, but not now. After I ruined her, she’d know then.

As I rested my head against the couch, my eyes closed, my mind raced with the best way to punish Amaya. She must be punished for disobeying me and invading my privacy.

THE NEXT DAY

My eyes flickered open. Slowly, I sat up on the couch. I had slept in my library last night, too engrossed in planning Amaya’s punishment. Thankfully, I found one. The kind that would make her tear up.

I stood, steadying myself as I glided out of the library. As soon as I reached the living room, my gaze met Nova; she was mopping the floor. She quickly bowed when she saw me. “Good morning, sir.”

“Stop cleaning,” I ordered.

Nova quickly packed the mop and bucket and took them to the store. She returned to me. “What would you like to have for breakfast?” she asked.

I didn’t reply. Instead, I gazed at the neatly arranged living room. Then, snapping my attention back to Nova, I barked, “I didn’t ask you to clean. Put everything back the way it was.”

Nova hesitated for a moment before starting to disarrange the pillows on the couch.

“You are suspended for giving Amaya my water yesterday,” I added. “Leave when you’re done. Wait till I call you back.”

As I ascended the stairs, I glanced back at Nova. Sadness was etched on her face. Should I just let her be? I thought, but my inner mind responded with a big NO. Amaya wouldn't know the kind of devil she was dealing with. I needed to threaten her with everything she held dear. That way, she would adhere to instructions.

I chuckled at my ultimate decision. I didn’t think I was the devilish one—my mind was the bad one.

After entering my room, I took a cold shower and dressed in a black shirt and white trousers. I put on my flip-flops and grabbed my phone, messaging Camilla to handle my schedule with my personal assistant. I wouldn’t be going to work.

I knew how shocked my employees would be. This was the first time I would miss a day at work. Even when I was sick, I still worked. Well, they shouldn't be too surprised—revenge is so crazy that it'd make you do things you vowed not to do.

After successfully sending the message, I returned to the living room, smirking at how Nova had disarranged it. Seemed like she took her anger out on the poor room. I checked the kitchen—she wasn’t there. She had probably left. Finally, there was no one to witness Amaya’s suffering.

I slumped onto the couch, crossing my legs as I watched TV. My bride was such a sleepyhead. Why the heck wasn’t she awake yet?

The clinking sound from the stairs forced my gaze away from the television. My eyes landed on Amaya, and my jaw dropped as I stared blankly at her.

Does she have a mission to seduce me?

My gaze moved over her—her hair was neatly packed in a ponytail, and the mini red short gown stopped just below her ass. The V-neck design made her boobs pop out so perfectly. Her shoulders, neck, chest, and thighs… everything looked so delicious.

I was lost for words. She seemed to notice my piercing stare and sudden silence.

Why was I so intrigued by this?

I had seen many women who looked even sexier, and I had ignored them. Why did she have such an effect on me?

My inner mind warned me not to move closer to her, but it fell on deaf ears.

Taking a few steps closer, I grasped her waist. Only a few inches separated us as we stared at each other. Her lips were parted, as if in surprise.

Why was she so shocked?

I was the victim here; she seduced me!

Gazing at her lips, I couldn’t resist the urge to taste them again. Slowly, my head lowered, my eyes set with determination to claim her lips.

Suddenly, my phone's ringtone filled the air.

I raised my head, startled by the abrupt sound that snapped me back to my senses.

What was I trying to do?

Kiss her?

Hell no.

I moved away from her, my once admiring gaze shifting to one of disdain.

“Why are you dressed like this?” I asked, glaring hard at her. I couldn’t shake the thought that she had just controlled me with her sinful body.

“I… I…”

I grabbed my phone from the couch.

“Clean everywhere before I return,” I ordered.

Without sparing her another glance, I walked out of the mansion, inwardly thanking Maxon for calling at that moment.

If he hadn’t called, I would have kissed Alfred’s daughter.

Hell no!