All Chapters of Not perfect lover: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ava’s POVThe evening air hung thick with anticipation, the dim light casting soft shadows across my face. Logan stepped closer, his movements unhurried, like a predator sizing up its prey, though his expression held nothing but warmth. “You don’t have to be nervous,” he said, reaching out to gently brush a stray strand of hair behind my ear. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding as his fingers lingered, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. “It was my first time. I don’t want to mess this up.”Logan’s lips curled into a knowing smile as he cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing gently against my flushed skin. “Ava, trust me, I’m very good at taking the lead.”My nerves began to melt away as Logan’s confidence enveloped me like a warm blanket. He kissed me passionately as he guided me to the bed. When his hands touched my breast they were warm, and he began to touch my soft skin. This was just the first session and his hands were confident, as his fingertips steadied my shoulder to u

Ava’s POVThe rain tapped against the window like a persistent melody, filling the quiet space between us. Logan was sitting across from me, his fingers idly tracing the rim of his coffee cup. His demeanor was calm, as always, but there was an edge of curiosity in his gaze—one I couldn’t ignore.I took a deep breath. “Logan, I need your help with something.”He looked up from his coffee, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “What kind of help?”“I need to find someone,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Can you help me find Oliver? He's disappeared.”For a moment, Logan didn’t react. Then he leaned back in his chair, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. “Oliver, huh?”I nodded, unsure of what to expect. Logan always seemed like the kind of person who could find anyone, but the thought of asking him felt daunting.“You’re asking the wrong guy,” he said, shrugging. Logan's expression remained calm, but there was a slight tension in his jaw. "Ava, I wish I could help, but I don't

Ava’s POVLogan's birthday arrived on a rainy day, the sky a brooding grey, as if it too was contemplating the events to come. I was at home, lazily flipping through a magazine, when there was a knock at the door. Opening it, I was greeted by a makeup team, laden with boxes and garment bags."Happy birthday to Logan," one of the makeup artists said with a grin. "He's sent us to make sure you're ready for the celebration tonight."I was taken aback, but I let them in. From one of the garment bags, they pulled out a stunning, floor-length dress in a deep, emerald green, accompanied by a pair of towering heels and a set of heavy, jewel-studded earrings. The ensemble screamed luxury, but as I looked in the mirror after they dressed me, I hardly recognized myself.While they worked on my makeup, I tried to make small requests. "Could we maybe go a bit lighter on the eyeshadow?""Oh, but Logan insisted on this look," one of the artists replied with a practiced smile. "You look absolutely st

Ava’s POVAs soon as I overheard Logan's conversation with his friends, a plan started to form in my mind. I needed to act quickly. I calmly left the balcony, keeping my emotions in check. Once out of sight, I tore a small portion of my skirt, enough to allow me to move freely if I needed to run later. I took out my phone and quickly booked a car, making sure it would arrive at the door in ten minutes.Oliver watched me, a puzzled look on his face. "What are you doing, Ava? What's going on?"I ignored him, focusing on the app as I secured the nearest car to pick me up at the front door in ten minutes. The adrenaline coursing through my veins kept me steady. With the car sorted, I turned my attention back to the party.I picked up a nearby teapot, still steaming with hot tea, and marched back to where Logan and his friends were gathered. Their laughter and conversation died down as I approached, their eyes widening in surprise.Without a word, I lifted the teapot and poured the scaldin

Ava’s POVThe moment we stepped into the supermarket, I felt like I’d been dropped into a parallel universe. This wasn’t a grocery store—it was an experience, one that practically screamed exclusivity. Between the marble floors, perfectly curated displays, and a café in the center that could rival any upscale coffee shop, it was clear that this wasn’t the kind of place most people would shop for bread and milk.“Logan,” I said, my tone clipped as I turned to him, “the brochure didn’t mention this place required a membership card or that it catered exclusively to people with deep pockets. That’s a pretty significant omission.”Logan, ever the composed businessman, didn’t flinch. Instead, he nodded, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “That’s an oversight on our part. I’ll make sure it’s corrected for future collaborations.”I smirked, though inside, I was rolling my eyes hard enough to strain something. “An oversight, huh?”“Absolutely,” he replied, completely unfazed. “A