All Chapters of The Revenge: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

There was no need to be so nervous. After all, she and Logan had dated before. And everything had been absolutely perfect. Perhaps the nervousness was just stemming from the rest of the tension she'd built up after her first therapy session that day. It had been good, but also bad at the same time. There were still a plethora of important aspects to mention – especially the issue of revenge – but that day, she and the therapist had spent a solid two hours talking about the incident and how it had brought up very old insecurities in her that, Missy had to admit, they had been with her for a long time. That feeling of insufficiency and insignificance had not been born on the night of the party, but had certainly been strengthened. And, as the therapist had told her, only she could fight those feelings. There were no magic formulas to cure it, just daily battles and a slow and gradual acceptance. With a sigh, struggling to be positive and thinking that both her therapy and the revenge p

And all that time, Logan just held her tight, in total silence, never disturbing her or trying to urge her to stop crying. He just continued right there, beside her, like he'd promised. And it was mostly that gesture that gave her the strength not to allow herself to fall into that sea of anguish again. Because if there was one thing Lauren Newton lied about during that phone call, it was about all men being like her son. Liam never cared for her for a second, Missy knew now. He would never be able to wipe her tears or respect and expect her to recover in her own time. He would go in search of something to amuse him, instead of staying by her side. It was almost sad that Lauren didn't know men like Logan existed. A gentle, kind, considerate, sincere man... And that he would never do anything to break her heart. So, after several minutes of struggling to compose herself, she was finally able to speak, even though her voice was hoarse from crying. -Sorry...-Missy sniffed, a little

-Hmmm… – Missy looked away to her hands, which were nervously twisting in her lap, not quite knowing how to explain that without looking like a fool – Well, yes. You know... It was one of my dad's favorite movies. He was the one who started this tradition of taking some family time just to talk, eat popcorn and have fun, at least once a month. After… he was gone… – she swallowed – Megan and I decided that we would never let game nights die. That way... We could keep a part of him alive too. – Missy looked at her cell phone screen with a sad smile – And the Indiana Jones trilogy was one of his favorites. When I watch it, it doesn't just entertain me, you know? It seems... It seems that his memories become more vivid. – she admitted, still focused only on her hands – I know it doesn't make sense, but… Sometimes, as the movie goes by, everything looks so much the same as when I was a child and he hugged us… That I almost feel like he was still on my side. As if my memories of him had come

Dumbfounded, Logan watched her perfect game across the glass table, clearly incredulous. But she allowed him only a few moments of shock, as she soon demanded, barely recognizing her own voice from the amount of firmness and demand there. - Take it off! – he growled, practically climbing on top of the table as she leaned over to get a better look at that tent growing between his legs. - I don't know what's wrong with this deck... - Logan grumbled, as he stood up - Well, at least I had the opportunity to see those sexy breasts. – He winked seductively at her, before finally removing the last piece of clothing, leaving his penis, already completely erect and desirous, naked in front of her – Satisfied, you bossy? He chuckled, teasing her again. But Missy barely had time to register their teasing as she soon found herself crawling quickly across the table, practically launching herself on his luscious cock and thrusting it inside her mouth. - Shit... - Logan moaned, as she began to su

-No, no... - Wanting to reassure him, Missy placed her hands on both of his cheeks, caressing that beautiful face as she felt the soft scratch of the stubble that was there - It wasn't that. I just… – she bit her lip, shyly meeting his gaze – I wanted… I really wanted to see you. - Oh, Missy… – he whispered, looking delighted as he squeezed her even tighter in his arms, making her moan as she felt her breasts being pressed against that firm chest – I also spent the whole morning wanting to see you. I confess that I had to control myself not to go to your office and disturb your work. – he admitted with an embarrassed smile, making her gasp. - You would never get in my way. – Missy couldn't stop herself from smiling sweetly, barely able to believe that he was feeling the same way she did that morning – But, I… I'm not disturbing you, am I? – she wanted to make sure, worried. - Of course not. – he laughed, leaning down to give her a slow and sweet kiss that made her panties wet even m