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
Biting her lip even harder, Missy just lowered her head, too embarrassed to admit that he was correct. Victoria had never really thought it was worth taking Missy to a fancy event in a limousine, as it had always been a little obvious that she didn't fit in those kinds of places. In fact, Missy had always felt as if her mother thought it would be a waste to take her with her anywhere, even in a car. Perhaps that was why she was so shocked: shocked that Logan thought she was worthy of such opulence.She just hoped she didn't make him regret that night. After all, she'd already had enough experience to know that she wasn't born for those kinds of events.The sound of Logan's deep breath, taken through clenched teeth, brought her attention back to him, whose dark, furious expression made him look like a beast about to pounce. However, as soon as their eyes met again, his face softened a little, although she could still recognize the anger that was still present even when he pulled her on
The sound of Raquela's voice faded as they walked away, quickly advancing beyond the hall, to a quieter and more secluded place, similar to a staff entrance, while Missy tried to repress that bad feeling that was squeezing her chest."Honey, I…" Logan began, his voice clearly apologetic, but Missy quickly cut him off.- Everything is fine. – Missy swallowed hard, making an effort to dissipate the tension – I… I mean, it's okay if you had something with Barbarah and Samantha… You did, right? she couldn't stop herself from asking, although Wendy's tone had made it quite clear.Logan sighed heavily, before replying, “Well, yes, but only with Samantha. It was a long time ago, when I was in my early 20s and still working as a model. It didn't get to be a real relationship. We enjoyed each other's company and started something purely physical, but it didn't last long. We weren't even really friends and so we both agreed to end it without any hurt feelings or animosity, especially since neit
It was the first time Missy had woken up before Logan.And so, for more than half an hour, she remained just looking at him, dazzled by each of the shapes and small details of his face and body, while she allowed him to rest. After all, she knew that, as much as Logan tried to hide it, he had accumulated a lot of work in those last two weeks that he had taken time off to be with her, after they had declared themselves for each other. Now, in that last week before Christmas, he had gone to great lengths to manage to fulfill all the agency's thousand demands, which even Diana and Devon's help could not lessen, and yet remain perfectly present for her: being the best of company. during the day and satisfying her at night.So, watching him stir a little but remain asleep, Missy realized that she finally had the opportunity to be the one she spoiled, instead of the other way around. Giving him one last tender kiss on the cheek, being careful not to wake him up, Missy got out of bed before