All Chapters of He Wants Me: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I stood before my long mirror on this Monday morning dressed for resumption, but now I am wishing I hadn’t allowed Logan talk me into going back to that stupid school. I am not a celebrity. I am not a social girl.I am not anything like all the girls in that school, so why do I have to compete with them for fuck’s sake? I cannot deny my nervousness, even though I am well dressed, and the school has promised to be cordial in their dealings with me, and Logan has assured me that he would swing into action should I report any behavior contrary to their promises.But I am not so sure of myself.I am not sure I am out of my scandalous element, and so I honestly do not know how I would react should anyone get on my nerves. I released the breath I am holding, and allow my racing heart to slow down before taking my bag and shoving my books and stationery and phone inside it.The driver, Don is patiently waiting for me downstairs in the parking lot, and so I really have to get out of my anxie

The next couple of weeks were a whole lot of tight schedule for Logan and I, especially Logan. Since his latest job, he has been so busy that he hasn’t come home since then, and we have barely talked on the phone. Mostly, he only gets a few minutes for rest, and then he uses that free time to call the house to check up on how things are going.Unfortunately, I am always at school whenever that happens.Speaking of school, it has been less drama, but now, the spoilt brats avoid me like a plague, because I heard that it was the Secretary himself that sent the school a reprimanding letter and they just had to do right by me, so all of them have been issued stern warning, which is now making them stay away from me.I wanted so badly to tell Logan that he was wrong about making new friends because I don’t see any of that happening any time soon. Not like I get bored or anything, after all, days after I resumed school I bought myself a headphone, and I make sure to have it on when I am no

“What do you want?” I asked my father.We cannot obviously go somewhere to talk because some more steps and we would be seen by Don, and I do not want to be in a secret place with him. Even though he sounds too pitiful and sad, I do not trust him.“What do you want?” I asked again.I noticed that his breathing increased, and he looks extremely starved. Without waiting for him to respond, I dipped my hand into my purse and handed him the money I had planned to use to buy some vanilla ice-cream on our way back home. He collected it eagerly.“Thank you, baby,” he said.I wanted immediately not to correct him on that. It is the second time he is referring to me as his “baby”, but I am not his baby. “What do you want?” I asked for the third time, already deciding that I would walk away from him if he does not say anything.“I want you to forgive me, princess,” He pleaded tearfully.“I am not your princess, neither am I your baby,” I couldn’t help it. All the anger and hurt and loneliness

Tia entered my room that evening to tell me about dinner being served.“I am not hungry, Tia,” I told her hoping that she would let me be and just walk out, but I had completely forgotten who Tia was. She stood still. “I am not hungry, Tia,” I stressed again.“You have been moody since you got back from school, and you have not eaten,” Tia said instead of moving out of my space which I expected her to do.It was not a question, so I kept mute.“Is anything the matter?” Tia asked, concern written all over her.“Get the fuck out of my room, Tia, and fucking act like I am your boss!” I yelled at her, and it amazed me that I am more astonished by my reaction than Tia.She bowed her head and left.I wanted so badly to feel remorseful about yelling at her like that. After all, she has been the only true friend I have ever had since this life of mine began. Tia has been more than the house cook to me, and she has cheered me up in ways no one has ever done. Surely, she does not deserve what

Kozlova sat on his chair and thought about Morgan and Alice.There is this gut-wrenching feeling that the bastard was playing him, and if he dares find out that his instincts are true, Morgan would be dead.He would get his pound of flesh with D’Nores with or without Morgan.He wondered why Alice suddenly began to avoid him.Since after the party, she has refused to pick his calls or answer to any of his messages. It made it pissed off as hell, because who is the bloody little wench that would be treating him as such? He could snuff the life out of her with a snap of his finger. But Kozlova is a patient man.He smiled ruefully.He has been patient for more than a decade now. Yes, he has tried possible means but has failed, and he has had opportunity to strike Logan, but he hasn’t because he has a specific way that he wants the motherfucker to pay for how his life turned out.He wants D’Nores to be at his mercy. He wants the man to plead for his life before eventually taking him out. H