My Sassy 6

Logan was clearly the star of the night. Investors and executives gravitated towards him, eager to exchange a few words, their hands reaching out to shake his. I stood beside him, listening to the business banter with polite interest, occasionally chiming in when Logan glanced my way.

I was nursing a glass of champagne, my mind half in the conversation when I noticed a woman with striking red lipstick and a determined stride make her way toward us. She was beautiful, dressed in a slinky black gown that left little to the imagination, and the moment her eyes landed on Logan, I knew what was coming.

“Logan,” she purred, sliding her arm around his like they were old friends, completely ignoring me. “It’s been far too long.” Her smile was suggestive, her gaze lingering on him in a way that left little doubt about her intentions.

Logan looked a bit taken aback, but before he could respond, I decided to save him the trouble.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, stepping forward with a dazzling smile, placing my hand lightly over Logan’s. “You must not have heard—Logan’s here with me tonight.” I kept my tone perfectly polite, with just the tiniest hint of a smirk. “If you’d like a formal introduction, I’d be happy to help you out.”

The woman’s gaze shifted to me, her smile faltering for a second. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t catch your name…”

“Aliyah Whitmore,” I replied, holding her gaze without flinching. “Logan’s… 'colleague' for the evening. You know, we’re both here on business, not… whatever you had in mind.” I let that hang in the air, arching a brow.

Her face flushed as she gave a forced laugh. “Oh, I didn’t realize he was… spoken for.”

“Well,” I said, tilting my head, “let’s just say I’m not the type to let someone important to me get distracted by… shiny objects.”

Logan’s lips twitched with barely-contained amusement, and the woman quickly excused herself, casting one last glance at Logan before disappearing into the crowd.

Once she was out of earshot, Logan leaned in, his voice low with unmistakable admiration. “You really don’t hold back, do you?”

I shrugged, feigning innocence. “You did bring me as your 'colleague', remember? Just doing my job.”

He chuckled, his hand finding mine as he murmured, “Remind me to bring you along to every event.”

The evening was progressing smoothly, and I had settled into my role as Logan’s steadfast partner for the night. Then, from the corner of my eye, I noticed a woman making a beeline towards us. She was tall, with sharp features, and wore a glittering red dress that clung to her figure like a second skin. The way she walked made it clear she had one target in mind.

She breezed past me without a glance and stepped right up to Logan, brushing her hand down his arm. “Logan,” she purred, letting his name hang in the air. “You’re looking as irresistible as ever. I couldn’t resist coming over to say hello.” She shot me a dismissive glance, barely acknowledging my presence.

Before Logan could respond, I took a step forward, maintaining an effortless, polite smile. “Well, you’ve said hello,” I replied smoothly, my tone sweet but unmistakably firm. “Logan and I were just about to join the others, so if you’ll excuse us…”

She turned to me, clearly not expecting any pushback. “And you are…?”

“Aliyah Whitmore,” I said with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Logan’s date for the evening. You’re welcome to enjoy the event, of course, but Logan’s schedule is a bit… booked.”

She narrowed her eyes, her tone icy. “Some of us have known Logan a little longer than a single evening, sweetheart.”

I tilted my head, keeping my voice as calm as ever. “How charming. But you see, Logan invited *me* tonight, and I don’t think he’s looking for a change of plans.”

The woman’s face flushed as she realized her little performance was failing. Her smile dropped, and she jabbed a manicured finger in my direction. “You might think you’re clever, but don’t overstep. You’re just the latest girl to hang onto his arm—nothing special.”

Oh this lady want to fight? Does she think I am an easy person to bully? Logan won't bring me here if I am though.

I was about to say something when I felt Logan's move. He put his ars around my waist and I looked at her. This is not the first time I saw him like this but somehow, it made me feel scared.

But who the hell is really scared about it? Not me.

Logan’s expression darkened as he stepped forward, his voice low but unmistakably dangerous. “I think you should leave.”

She blinked, momentarily stunned by his tone, then glared at me with a string of whispered insults before stalking off.

Once she was gone, I exhaled, glancing up at Logan, who shook his head in disbelief. “You handled that… exceptionally well.”

I grinned, shrugging. “Just doing my part to keep the evening free of… distractions.”

He chuckled, his hand gently brushing mine. “Well, you make one hell of a bodyguard.”

I don't know if it was a joke or a real rebut but I don't care. I just feel like I don't like it when they're talking to him. And if I was asked why by the others, well, I too wanted to know why I hated it. When in fact, I don't care about it before at all.

A distinguished man in a tailored suit approached us, introducing himself as a potential investor. He and Logan exchanged the usual business pleasantries, quickly delving into conversations about markets and projections. I stood a little behind, keeping an eye on them both.

At some point, the man waved over a server and handed Logan a fresh glass of champagne. Something about his smile, too smooth, too forced, made me pause. But I shrugged it off—after all, we were surrounded by people, and the man was practically a VIP himself.

Logan accepted the glass with a polite nod, sipping it as they continued their conversation. But just a few minutes later, I noticed his grip on the glass loosen slightly, his expression shifting from sharp focus to a kind of dazed confusion.

“Aliyah,” he murmured, turning slightly toward me, his voice lower and strained. “There’s something… off. I think I was… drugged.”

My heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, everything clicked—the man’s overly friendly gestures, his insistence on that specific glass. I felt a wave of anger and disbelief as I gripped Logan’s arm, steadying him.

“Hold on,” I said, scanning the room, trying to keep my own calm. “Just focus on breathing. We’re getting out of here.”

Logan nodded, blinking rapidly, clearly struggling to stay alert as I shot a cold look at the man who’d handed him the drink. He was still talking to another guest, unfazed, as though nothing was amiss.

I leaned in close, whispering to Logan, “We’ll handle this later. Right now, let’s get you somewhere safe.”

Guiding him toward the exit, I kept my arm looped through his, standing tall and determined. Inside, though, I was boiling.