- 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
- Oh, Missy, you are simply stunning! The infectious euphoria in Megan's voice made Missy smile, though her stomach was still tight with nervousness. With restless hands, she smoothed, for the millionth time that early evening, the silky fabric of the tea-pink dress she was wearing. There was embroidery and detail covering every inch of it, from the hem that spilled a few inches to the floor, the fabric that flared out just below her knees, the region that perfectly hugged her thighs and waist, the sleeves that formed a small cape around her arms, down to the moderate cleavage, but which still left a considerable amount of skin on her collarbone and her breasts on display. - So it turned out good, didn't it? Missy asked, smiling shyly at her reflection in the mirror as she noted how the color had left her pale skin looking rosy and healthy. - Don't be, silly. – Megan laughed, looking delighted, as she watched her too – You look fantastic! I knew this dress would look perfect on you