- I love you.For a few seconds, Missy could have sworn that phrase echoed around the two of them. Or maybe it was just the work of her horrified mind, as she continued to stare at Logan's completely shocked face above her, as petrified as she herself was after having made the stupidest, most unnecessary confession of her entire life.However, those first moments of shock were nothing compared to the moment when she finally realized what she had done, causing all the air to immediately rush out of her lungs and her stomach to clench with dread. Taken by the instinct to run away after being carried away by the moment and saying something so thoughtless, Missy threw herself out of his embrace, getting out of his arms relatively easily, due to the shock he was still immersed in. . Rolling naked on the duvet, Missy managed to shakily get to her knees and was ready to gather her clothes and run, when a big warm hand cupped her ankle, making her turn to him again, panicked."Missy…" he murm
- You listened. - Logan shook his head gently, giving her a sweet smile - You don't have to worry about the day when the family legacy will reach me, love... Because it already did: two years ago, when a beautiful pair of eyes chocolate color changed my life forever.- B-but... - Missy stammered, still with those incomprehensible words swirling in her mind, almost to the point of making her dizzy, but without really being able to assimilate them - Your mother said that all Knights know immediately who their mothers are. soulmates... Which is something instantaneous, irresistible...- And is. But I'm stubborn. - Logan's smile became bitter - Or at least stubborn enough to try to resist the irresistible.- But... But, I... I don't understand... - she gasped, finally starting to realize what that meant, but still not able to believe it - If... If I really am the woman you were meant to be. you were... Predestined... So... Why were you... - she stammered, blushing - Why were you so...?-
So, I spent some time building a plan. – he gave a sad smile – I hated myself for the rude way I had treated you until then and, more than anything, I wanted to start redeeming myself. So I planned every word I would say, every flower in the bouquet I bought you, every little syllable in the invitation I would make for you to have dinner with me. But...- I started dating Liam. - Missy completed with a crestfallen whisper, quickly doing the math in her mind and realizing the moment when that had happened.Regretfully, she watched Logan grit his teeth at the mere mention of her ex-boyfriend. A second passed before he took a deep breath and looked back at her, though he still didn't look composed anymore.- Yes... One day I arrived at the agency, full of hope that that could be the first day of a new beginning between the two of us, but then... I saw you in his arms. – Logan growled, so tense that the veins in his neck and arms stood out – And… I was upset. Very upset, actually. Newton
Missy's mind didn't even have time to try to trick her into thinking last night had been a dream.Because, before she could even realize that she had woken up, she felt strong arms squeezing her against the firm, warm chest she knew so well. Rubbing her cheek against his muscular shoulder, Missy felt a passionate smile spread across her face, still not opening her eyes, as memories of the night she'd spent in Logan's arms warmed her heart. Normally, she would think that something so perfect could only be the fruit of her dreams. But with his scent surrounding her, his warm breath caressing her hair, and the sweet sensation of satisfaction between her legs, there was no denying it: not even in her most romantic dreams would she have been able to fantasize about something as sublime as it had been. moment when Logan had said he loved her.- Good morning my love. – He murmured lazily against her ear, making her smile even more.- Good morning... – she opened her eyes, feeling her heart r
Looking slightly regretful of what he'd just said, Logan scratched the back of her neck, as if he was unsure whether he should answer the question she'd asked or not. Finally, after a long sigh, he finally spoke again.- Remember that afternoon, before that horrible night... When my hand was bandaged and you asked me if I was okay? he asked hesitantly.- Yes, I remember... - Missy replied, not understanding why he had remembered that.- Well, what happened was... The day before, I was supervising some of our photography projects, when I suddenly walked into one of the studios and... I heard Newton and a colleague of his talking. He was... bragging... about sleeping with you. - Logan said, looking as enraged as he would have been if Liam was really there, saying those things out loud next to the two.- I remember you mentioned that, too. – Missy sighed, a little uncomfortable – But… What does this have to do with a glass and the bruises on your hand?- At that moment… - Logan continued
- As much as this is a beautiful sight... - Logan grunted, causing Missy to turn her head to look at him, feeling her pussy tighten when she saw him masturbating fiercely with his hand still dry - But this position will leave you even tighter. Keep it for next time. – he winked, mischievous, before pulling her to him, laying her sideways on the bed before she could even blink – That way we'll avoid you feeling pain. He ran his hands over her breasts, making her eyes roll as he stepped behind her.Gasping, Missy reached back with one hand, tangling her hands in his hair as she buried her face in the pillow, lost in the feel of his hands and mouth caressing her shoulders, her back, and the insides of her thighs… Until finally lift one of your legs slightly and press the end of the tube against your tight entrance, pouring the cold liquid into the bottom of the small channel and starting to stroke the puckered edges gently, to the point where she found herself pushing herself toward him,
- I think that was the best sundae I've ever had... - Missy praised, smiling happily as she gave a last wistful lick of the small spoon she had been using to eat.- And to think you didn't want to come... - Logan laughed, keeping his hand intertwined with hers as he watched her throw the small cup into a trash can, before they continued to walk calmly through the mall - If you liked it so much, I promise we'll come here whenever possible, just like we do with our restaurant.- Our restaurant? Missy smiled, liking the sound of that phrase, even though she was confused.- That's what I've been calling your favorite Italian restaurant, at least to myself. – he smiled, slightly embarrassed – That place became special to me, not only because it was, technically, our first date, but also… Because, for the first time, I felt that we were starting to have a connection. – Logan caressed her face gently with his other hand – I felt… That we were made for each other, not only because I loved you
- No, but I know the look on his face. – Logan grunted, while calling the valet to bring his car – He is that detestable type of person who recognized my face and now he will send our photos to the gossip portals, wanting to receive money for the “busting”. – he said that last word with deep disgust – Damn. I want everyone to know that I love you and that we're together, but... I hate to think that you're going to have to deal with the shit the media can come up with. – he sighed, irritated – Discreet people like me are full of speculations they like to make. I can't imagine what they're going to come up with, now that they know I'm with you... - As soon as he helped her into the car, Logan immediately gave her a regretful expression – Sorry, love. I should have been more careful. It's just... The harassment has decreased so much over the years, I don't even need security anymore when I go out in public places and...- Logan, you don't need to apologize. – Smiling, she leaned over to
Smiling a small contented smile, Hope visibly relaxed for a moment, but then the nervousness seemed to take over her small body again, as Missy led them to the large counter, where the old man greeted them warmly.-We… Hmmm… – Hope stammered nervously, hugging Missy with more and more desperation – We wanted an ice cream… Huh… – Her little daughter was getting more and more insecure, looking at her as if she was begging for help.- I would like a strawberry ice cream, please. – Missy asked softly, as she remembered saying when she was a little girl so terribly shy that she could barely ask anything from people she didn't know – And you, my love? she asked Hope, with a smile full of encouragement, for her to keep talking.- I want chocolate... Please. – Hope whispered, completely blushing, before burying her face in her mother's shoulder quickly.- Well, what a polite little girl... – the gentleman smiled, while picking up some glass bowls – You must be very proud to have such a kind d
Once in her arms, Hope lifted her tear-stained little face to look at her, initially looking surprised to see her mother there, but then her expression distorted into a sad sob and she buried her head against Missy's chest, panting.-Mommy... – her little baby wailed, making Missy's heart sink even more – Mommy... Mommy...- It's okay, my sweetheart. – Missy tried to console her, running her hands through her soft hair, while she continued to say, in a low and gentle voice, almost as if she were singing a lullaby to her, as she did every night – Mommy is here, don't worry. It's going to be okay... - she waited until Hope's cries went from copious to just a few sad sobs, before finally asking - Hope, what happened? – she caressed her cheek until she convinced her to look up – Why are you crying, little angel?Hope's little mouth quivered a few times before she finally sniffled, her little blue eyes filled with such sadness that Missy found herself kissing her little cheek over and over
Stealthily, Missy looked through the window.Inside, in the huge classroom, several children seemed to be copying something into their notebooks while chatting animatedly. And, of course, it wasn't hard for her to find her children, as usual, sitting in the chairs at the corner of the wall, not too close and also not far from the teacher, where she remembered also liking to be, when she was in the 4th grade. year, like them. Jonathan had his back turned in his chair, looking at his brother in the back seat, while Tristan was showing him something that looked very interesting on the portable video game he was holding. With an amused sigh, Missy tried to convince herself that at least they were doing that after they had finished their homework, as the open pages of their notebooks were visibly written all over the desks.In fact, she truly took pride in the fact that they were only ten years old and yet they were centered and obedient enough to keep up well in school, despite all the lo
Now, he was able to do so much more besides being afraid. He was capable of being brave. To face what he feared. Of fighting to live the joys that were to come, even in the midst of tragedies. And now, more than ever, he knew he was able to see his family's legacy for what it really was, not a curse. He would be able to spend the rest of his life talking about him in a hopeful and balanced way to his children, as he had that day, and as his parents and grandfather had done to him in his childhood.Even if there was still the fear of what could happen to their babies in the future.- Are you OK love?Surprised by that whisper, Logan turned to see Missy dressed in a long cotton Hello Kitty nightgown, already without makeup and with her long brown hair loose, approaching him and Hope, who began to babble softly and extend her little arms towards the mother. Smiling, Missy took her little girl and offered her the breast, leaving the baby immediately calmer as she watched Logan's face with
- And... - the desperation in Foster's voice was so deep that Logan almost felt sorry for her... Almost - How much exactly is this debt?- Come with me, Ms. Foster. - Mr. Ramzi sighed – Something tells me that your next fainting spell will not be false, when we finish talking.- H-hey, I'm sure we can work it out, right? - Logan thought she was trying to sound sensual, in the midst of dread - I mean, there are so many other better things in life than money... Why don't we go to a more private place and I...?- Oh, don't worry, Ms. Foster. - again, Mr. Ramzi interrupted her, perfectly calm and measured - The only person who will be where we are going is my wife, one of the main people responsible for the hotel's accounting.Still a little dazed by everything he had just heard, Logan remained staring at Missy's equally shocked face, until the voices of Foster and the hotel manager were lost in the night, leaving them alone again, hidden among the shadows .- Heavens, I had no idea that
- What? - Suzan repeated, seeming to be choking - No, that's impossible! His family has a lot of money! That's how we paid for the trip and the hotel!- Funny... - Stra. Kobayashi gave Suzan one more look from under his lashes - I could have sworn he told us he came to the hotel on account of a donation from one of his investors...- Investors? - Suzan gasped, irritated – But we came here so he could get investors and...! - Realizing that everyone was looking at her with interest, Foster suddenly stopped talking, getting up from the table with a sour expression - If you'll excuse me, I think the drink made me sick. I am a little confuse. I'm going to bed for the rest of the night. - and so, without saying goodbye, Foster stomped out of the hall, probably in search of the groom who apparently no one knew exactly who he was or where he came from, including Suzan herself.- What an interesting situation, isn't it? - was all that Mr. Montenegro commented, with a veiled smile, a second bef
- And, allow me to say, what a beautiful dress, Stra. Knight. - Suzan interrupted him with a mean smile - It looks so modern, with that rounded silhouette and that blunt skirt. Anyone with no aesthetic taste could even say that his seamstress deserved a scolding...- Suzan! - her companion gasped, looking suddenly possessed, before quickly recovering, putting that artificially sympathetic expression back on her face – Forgive me, Stra. Knight. My dear fiancée Suzan comes from a humble background and sometimes fumbles with the meaning of some words, causing some indiscretions. - solemnly ignoring the revolted look that Foster threw at him, the man made that criticism facing Missy directly, with a seductive smile that was making Logan increasingly enraged - Why don't we continue our conversation that afternoon about investments, Stra. Knight? It would be a pleasure to hear the advice of such a refined and thoughtful lady again. If I may say so, even a party as exquisite as this isn't en
- I perceived. - Missy laughed - But I'm relieved that you five are fine. I was worried when I got to the room and found no one. - taking Hope in her arms, she looked at him with curiosity - But, what made you so distracted?- A ghost of Christmas past. - several of them actually, but Logan didn't add that comment as he continued to explain, realizing that Missy had become even more confused – Newton and Foster are here at the hotel, too. – he added cautiously, with a sigh.- Liam and Suzan? - Missy choked, stunned.- Yes, unfortunately. He is one of the employees at the hotel and she is apparently here because she has become the mistress of a rich man. - Logan rolled his eyes full of contempt - A man who, by the way, was in the same meeting as you, apparently. - he shrugged, while Missy blinked a few times, still shocked.- Heavens... I confess that of all the things I thought could happen when we were invited to visit the United Arab Emirates, this was the last of them. - to his tot
He was selfish. It was malicious. It was a plan full of ulterior motives. Damn, it was even a new lie, as he wasn't being completely truthful with Missy that her main motivation was just to help her get revenge. Yet he had impulsively proposed it to her, letting himself think only with his heart for the first time in his life.And, as if his heart thought the situation wasn't already complicated enough, he had given in to the impulse to confess his physical desire for her and kiss her for the first time right there, in the middle of her kitchen, even though he knew perfectly well that that it was far from the right time for them to share that kind of intimacy. Still, none of those conflicting emotions had been able to erase the emotion of that moment, when he finally knew the sweet taste of her lips and the softness of the curves of her delicious body, feeling a powerful wave of emotion and contentment run through him as he realized that she wanted him too. Damn it, with his mind as c