- You... Do you really think so? She swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears of joy that suddenly threatened to spill over. Of course, she would never doubt Megan's love, but she hadn't grown up among the Knights. From the first moment she was introduced to them, she had been afraid of not fitting in, of not being accepted into that family. And, ironically, Logan's first reaction to her had fueled those fears even more. But time had passed and the Knights had become as much a second family to her as they were to Megan. Still, hearing that from Logan and seeing how truly they had been not only worried about her these last few weeks, but also happy and relieved to see her again that day, had touched her deeply, even more than she'd realized. - Of course they do. It's impossible not to love someone like you, Missy, who brings joy and sweetness everywhere she goes. – he distributed soft kisses over her face, almost as if he were drying invisible tears – Every little detail of you is
- I know it's going to sound like I'm making it up. – Logan laughed – But… His name was Logan. – He smiled widely when he saw her gasp, delighted – This is another of the family traditions: every two or three generations, at least one man in the family must be called Logan. And here I am. – he shrugged – But, back to the story: they say that, one day, after some time governing that place, Knight... I mean, Logan... Well, he... - Logan pointed to the man on the tapestry, exasperated, which made her have to stifle her laughter, although that reaction gave her the impression that he didn't like being compared with his eponymous ancestor – He had a visit from a local old lady. Knight had saved her granddaughter from being raped, and for that, she wanted to reward him. When he asked her how she planned to do that… - Logan interrupted the narrative again, looking stiff, and when he spoke again, he did so with a sigh – She replied that she was a sorceress. And, as a reward for his good deed,
- Uh... Well, no... - Missy swallowed hard - Megan even told her those first three days, but... She just sent me a message saying that these things happen, that I should get over it and... - Missy blinked away a tear, trying to push that memory away, as she had done until that moment - I should take this as an incentive to improve the way I am and behave if I don't want this to happen again. she admitted in a fragile whisper. - What?! – Logan roared, revolted and scandalized – How could she say that? How could she not even have the consideration to come all the way over here to comfort you, instead of just sending you a message as rude as that? - It's okay, Logan, really. – Missy assured, wringing her hands nervously – I'm used to her personality. And I also know how busy she is. It's not like she can just hop on the first flight here from Paris whenever something happens to me. - It's what anyone in my family would do. he said through gritted teeth. - I know. - Missy smiled affect
- All right, I think that's enough, isn't it? Still in the middle of a laugh, Missy looked at Logan's displeased face, who continued to glare at the family nonstop, as they all brought out more and more albums from his childhood to show Missy his embarrassing moments, such as a sequence of photos in which he, a child just over two years old, ran away from the bath completely naked and started running around the house, or the album of school presentations in which the photograph recorded the moment when he, a little boy of seven, raised his fist to hit a colleague who had stolen his hat. Not to mention the countless adorable and funny pictures of him as a plump baby playing in the bath or eating dirt before Gwyneth or Daniel could stop him. - Oh, come on, Missy hasn't gotten to know you well enough yet, as Mom suggested… – Diana laughed wickedly, putting another CD inside the DVD player – She hasn't even watched the recording of that fashion show where the another model tried to grope
- You know you can trust me and talk to me about anything, no matter what it is, right? – he asked carefully, taking her by the hand and sitting her on the sofa next to him, wrapping her affectionately between his arms, in a consoling hug – If something is wrong, or making you feel bad, we can solve it together, I promise. Just tell me what's going on, please. The sharp distress in his voice surprised her, even amid the pain inside her, and after a moment of silence, Missy realized that maybe it really was good to talk about this with someone. They were unlikely to reach a resolution, or so she believed, but Logan had already helped her so much and in so many ways... There was no reason not to open up to him again, especially about something that was hurting her so much. - Since... Since that day, I... - Missy began, with a shaky and tearful voice, not knowing exactly how to put it into words - I don't know why exactly, but... I can't wear those clothes anymore ... Or looking at mysel
- Very well. See? Deep down, you know the whole truth. You just need it to take root inside you and push away all those horrible things you've been told. – he whispered vehemently, hugging her tightly by the waist – But… What about me? Do you think I'd say you're pathetic? he questioned, raising an eyebrow almost in a warning tone, which made her giggle. - No, you would never do that. – She smiled at him through her reflex, feeling her throat tighten with emotion and… Another feeling, more intense than anything else she had ever felt, and that she didn't even know how to name what it was - You… Would you tell me to see myself as I really am... To start seeing in myself all the amazing things you always repeat when you're with me. - And what do I always repeat to you? – he challenged her, as he slowly removed her bra, letting her breasts, free and heavy, push themselves directly into his large hands, which began to touch them with reverence. - That… – she gasped in pleasure when he t
Missy hadn't felt this good in a long time. In fact, for the first time in weeks, she hadn't snuck into the agency for fear of accidentally bumping into Suzan or Liam and getting some sneer or mean comment. That day, after waking up in Logan's arms, who had slept in her apartment after the special moment they had shared in front of her mirror, Missy felt content, almost euphoric. Willing to live. And so she'd dressed in her favorite Sailor Moon T-shirt, her pink Adventure Time sneakers, and walked to her office not only in a good mood, but full of energy, working all day without even feel tired. And, by the way, also without fear of meeting your ex-boyfriend or his girlfriend. It was really amazing how, after having made all those internal discoveries the night before, it seemed like they weren't important anymore. Of course, she knew they certainly still considered her a lesser idiot. The difference was that, now, she no longer considered herself that either. And so, she suddenly
Without even bothering to think about what she was doing, Missy followed her instincts and leaned down next to him, kissing slowly and sensually on his neck as she ran her hands down his broad chest until they reached his belt, making Logan choke. However, when it became clear that he wasn't intending to stop her, Missy felt even more confident in stroking his erection through the soft fabric of his suit pants, feeling him harden more and more under her fingers. Finally, when his moans were filling the car and the wetness in her panties looked ready to soak the car seat, Missy couldn't stop herself from opening his belt and pants in front of her, leaving that hungry cock completely free for her eager touch. . Letting her own moans escape, she greedily masturbated him, feeling her mouth water at the feel of the smooth skin, the bulging veins, the heavy balls and the thick head, already covered in moisture... - Shit! - Logan roared, making the car literally rock, when she quickly moved