All the horrible things he'd said… They didn't make it seem like Liam was in love with her. In fact, they made it seem almost as if he'd been spending all that time with her just waiting for the moment when they would have sex… Which was why her refusal had infuriated him so much. As if she had taken away from him the only good thing he could ever have with her. But if he wanted to get married, then had she got it all wrong? He had reacted that way, hurt her that way… Why was he nervous about the marriage proposal? However, the main reason the floor seemed to disappear from under her feet was that... She wasn't prepared. She wanted to try to work things out with Liam and move forward with their relationship. Maybe, in time, she could come to want him the way he wanted so much. Perhaps she even could tell that she was in love with him. Or even that she loved him. But not at that moment. Not that night. She I still didn't feel any of that, after all. And she couldn't say yes to him.
Logan Knight was there. She had completely forgotten that he had said he would come. But why was he standing in the Newtons' back garden instead of inside at the party? - Missy? Are you okay? he asked, looking worried, still keeping his arms around her, although it was obvious that there was no longer any risk of her falling. Blushing, Missy swallowed, nervously trying to look away from his eyes, which seemed to almost glow in the moonlight. Heavens, the way the man was handsome was almost crippling at times. - I... I'm fine. she stammered, shyly squirming within his embrace. Perhaps it was good that he had stopped her in her mindless flight. She needed to breathe some fresh air and calm down enough to be able to get back to Liam and Lauren and make them understand that she didn't feel ready for a step as big as a wedding. They certainly should be furious with her, maybe even with some reason, but... Eventually they would understand she couldn't accept something of the magnitude
- Uh, it's okay if you don't want to come in. – she hurried to try to stop him, since obviously the event inside had not only angered him, but also disturbed him. - It is not alright. - He gave another heavy sigh, before, to his complete surprise, turning his face a little, so he could smile sweetly at her - Actually, I'm glad I met you. Maybe this way we can finally talk properly... Like the friends we are. He nodded and opened the door, allowing her to enter first, looking genuinely happy at the prospect of them talking. Missy cracked a smile, and as soon as they had both walked far enough to be back in the Newtons' hallway, she was about to speak again, when Mrs. Newton, appearing like a bolt of lightning from inside the living room towards the entrance hall, interrupted her. - There you are! – her mother-in-law roared, more enraged than she ever remembered seeing, advancing towards where they were as if she was really planning to wrap her hands around Missy's neck – We've been l
The coldness in that recorded voice seemed to awaken something in Missy, as if an electrical current had run through her body. Suddenly, she snapped out of her stupor of shock and horror, becoming painfully aware of the stares directed at her: some pitying, some curious, and some simply mocking, enjoying her humiliation. That's when she realized that she was just standing there, in the middle of all these people, passively watching the evidence that her boyfriend was a cheater who not only didn't love her, but despised her. She'd spent months trying to open up to him, respect him, understand him... struggling to develop a true feeling of love for him... And meanwhile, he was cheating on her. Mocking her. Treating her like she was nothing. She felt like an idiot. She felt as pathetic as he'd accused her of being. Feeling the tears streaming down her face start to blur her vision, Missy could only run, for the second time that day, away from it all, wanting only that video to disappe
- We arrived... Logan's soft murmur was the only thing that roused her from her stupor. Surprised, Missy realized that she had spent the entire drive lost in her own suffering, barely noticing that they had entered a beautiful condominium and stopped in front of a gigantic, but still very nice looking house. Welcoming was a good word too. Were it not for the circumstances, she would certainly be beyond delighted. Still hugged to herself, huddled as close as she could in the seat, Missy took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down enough to get out of the car with what little dignity she had left, but Logan, again, was faster. At first, she thought he'd gotten out of the car just to wait for her outside, but to her complete surprise, he simply opened the passenger door and, before she realized what he was doing or Couldn't protest, Logan took her gently in his arms, cradling her like a baby as he carried her inside, as if she weighed nothing. At first, Missy felt herself blus
The aversion wasn't as desperately strong as the night before, but still, she looked quickly away from her haggard image, her eyes puffy and her cheeks red from crying. Feeling the discomfort inside her chest inexplicably increase, Missy struggled to maintain her composure, trying her best not to slip back into the wretched state she'd been in last night. As quickly as she could manage, she washed her face and brushed her teeth, refusing to even look back at the huge horizontal mirror that ran the length of the wide, dark marble sink. Once out of the bathroom, Missy couldn't contain the long sigh of relief that escaped her, even though that overreaction to her reflection had her a little worried. Okay, probably nothing she was feeling right now was healthy, but that was a little too much. Megan would certainly say that... That's when it hit her: her purse had been left at the Newtons' and heaven knew she'd rather die than have to go back there to get it. Which meant she was without h
- Oh, Logan, thank you... - she smiled sadly, more and more touched by all those kind gestures of his - But, even so, I don't want you to end up being harmed. - Missy sighed, feeling uncomfortable with just that possibility – The agency has an impeccable reputation, especially in HR matters. Or even worse: I know that they would also be able to even invent lies, just to try to affect you and the agency. - I wouldn't go out... - And it wouldn't be fair. - She interrupted him with a painful sigh - They were horrible, it's true, but none of that has to do with their work. – Trying to control the tears that were starting to fill her eyes, Missy leaned over the bench, hiding her face between her arms – And I… I don't want to be like them. – You would never be like them. – he assured her vehemently, and she was surprised to feel his gentle hand running through her hair, apparently trying to comfort her a little with those soft caresses. - Thanks. – she sniffed, raising her face a little
Mortified, Missy just remained silent, not daring to look at him again. - You're wrong. No, that big son of a bitch is wrong! You were just the victim who believed his lies. – Logan whispered, looking a little aggressive, but also resentful, before his finger gently touched her chin, bringing her gaze to him again – I don't know what he did to you… – Logan's teeth seemed clenched with so much ferocity they could grind diamonds – But intimacy, sex and pleasure... I can assure you that all these things are very different from what he showed you. -II… – Missy stammered anxiously, not knowing what she should answer – I don't think there's any reason for us to have this discussion, as I really don't think it would work. There's no way anyone can be jealous of me. – Missy gave a wry smile – Unless I got the most powerful, rich and handsome man in the world. Maybe only then would Suzan and Liam even bother to look at me again. - She shook her head, wondering in what world that could happen