Semua Bab HIS TO CONQUER : Bab 91 - Bab 100

I grabbed the glass from him and downed the whole thing in one long gulp, the amber liquid burning a familiar path down my throat, a futile attempt to extinguish the fire that was beginning to rage within me. I slammed the empty glass on the counter. The man beside me chuckled, "Easy there," he said, his honey brown eyes twinkling. "What brings you to a place like this?" He asked as he grabbed his own glass."I’m here to see a friend," I replied, my voice rough. "But he already left before I arrived.” A moment of silence stretched between us, then I turned to him, the words burning in my throat. "Drink with me," I said, my gaze locking with his.He hesitated for a bit, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, before a slow smile spread across his face. "Why not?"I had already ordered some more drinks and the bartender served them. He took a glass and drank it so beautifully that I just watched his Adam apple bob up and down as he swallowed. We talked, a strange, disjointed co

I pulled up to Logan's house that evening, a smug satisfaction settling over me. It’s just as I'd promised that prick Gavin. Just a little show of dominance, a reminder of who held the upper hand and I knew damn well his people must have informed him. Logan welcomed me with open arms of course, the warmth of his greeting a familiar comfort. Stepping inside, I was hit with the rich, savoury aroma of roast duck. This place...it held memories. Memories of a time when I was a scared, angry kid, running from home. Back then, Logan’s mom had let me stay here when I escaped that mad correction facility.Dinner was served, and the first bite was a revelation. It was good. Really good. I hadn't tasted food like this since...well, since my mother's cooking. I couldn't help but comment on it."It's amazing, Logan, your cooks really outdid themselves." I said, savouring the delicate flavours. Logan chuckled proudly as he also told the tales of how he also depended on instant food before his fat

Because I couldn’t just accept defeat and I wanted more chances, I needed to do something. Something I’m good at. And what I was good at, unfortunately, was… stalking.I didn’t go back to my suite or the company, but I followed Peter, but made sure he didn’t see me. That was the whole point of stalking anyway. After work, he went straight home, and I sat in my car, debating whether to knock on his door and force a confrontation or not. “I should probably just do it!” I muttered to myself. “But he’ll kick me out.” I reasoned. “Still, he’ll see my efforts.” I rubbed my hair aggressively. I’m turning to a mental patient at this point. But before I could decide, the lights of his front yard flickered on, and I docked behind my stirring wheel immediately. He walked out in a casual wear as he got inside his car. He was there a while before he pulled out of his driveway. Curiously, or perhaps a darker, more possessive impulse, drove me to follow him. I’ve already been following him all d

I gathered my belongings and stood up. "I should probably head out now," I said, my voice deliberately casual.Logan shot me a dark, accusing look. "Running away again Alexander? After causing me all this trouble?" I shrugged, "I’m just sparing you further aggravation. Besides, you get to see ‘your man’ right?" I raised a brow and he threw me a nasty look. I walked towards the door, and Logan trailed closely behind. As I reached the threshold, Gavin stood just outside the door and was about to barge in, with a storm of fury in his eyes."What are you doing here at this hour dick head?" Gavin demanded, Before I could lash out at him too, Logan stepped between us, his hand instinctively going to Gavin’s arm, in a placating gesture. "He was just leaving." Logan's grip was firm as he gave me a look telling me to scram.I gave Gavin a cool, almost mocking look, then turned to Logan, my voice dripping with sweetness. "Goodnight baby Gan."Logan shook his head, he was obviously tired of m

~ Logan’s POV ~The past week had been a slow, agonizing burn. Not for me though, but for Peter. I could see the cracks in his carefully constructed facade, the way his focus drifted during meetings, the forced smiles that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He tried to play it cool, act like everything was normal, but I saw the truth in his side eyes. Alex wasn’t any better. I had promised to help these two hopeless romantic because it was getting depressing at this point.As for my relationship with Gavin… well, that was a whole other level of complicated. We were… progressing. That’s the polite way to put it. His family though was really lovely. They always invited me to family dinner and Gavin’s mom always tried to feed me. It was cute and wholesome. I always made sure to drag Gavin along, of course. It was a weird mix of comfort and tension. But there was still a dark cloud hanging over our relationship. The share thing still bothered me so much, but it was like a bubble floating in th