The news anchor’s voice pierced the air, revealing an affair between Nathalie and billionaire Elliot Jones. I was stunned, wondering how this private matter had become public.
Nathalie had indeed been infatuated with Elliot, fantasizing about uncovering the secrets behind his mysterious eyes.
And that was long before her marriage to Jake, my ex-fiance. But seeing them entwined in bed, splashed across the news outlets, left me speechless.
As I sat frozen, I sensed a presence behind me. Logan stood there, his eyes fixed on the screen.
This had his fingerprints all over it – he had promised to exact revenge on Nathalie and Jake, but I never imagined he’d go this far, exposing it to the world.
“You did this, didn’t you?” I accused, turning to face Logan. His eyes had turned cold and calculating. “Isn’t this what you wanted – revenge for all she did to you?” he asked, his voice devoid of emotion.
I gulped, unsure how to respond. The television continued to blare the news, and
I turned back to face it, my eyes fixed on the screen. “Nathalie Bennet has yet to comment on the allegations, leaving many to wonder if her marriage to Jake will survive this scandal.”
A part of me felt a twisted satisfaction that Nathalie’s infidelity had been exposed, but another part of me couldn’t help but remember the loving couple I had seen at the auction, and I couldn’t help but feel sad for their doomed relationship.
The sight of the Nathalie scandal still didn’t sit well with me. I turned to Logan, my voice steady, and asked, “How true is this?”
Logan’s gaze scrutinized mine, trying to read my thoughts, but I steeled myself, refusing to reveal my emotions. I didn’t want him to think I was backing down on our revenge plan.
“Very true, Nadine,” he assured me, “My source is legit. He stepped closer, his eyes locked on mine.
“Thank you for this,” I said, gesturing towards the TV. Logan’s intense gaze stared at me, but I didn’t flinch. Finally, he nodded and moved away, leaving me to process it.
I sat down there unable to move from the spot I was sitting, after some time I felt tiredness creeping in as I made my way to my room.
I tried to sleep but I couldn’t because my thoughts were consumed with Nathalie. I don’t know why I was so concerned about her, I shook my head of the thoughts and with more struggle I found myself drifting off to sleep.
The shrill ring of my phone jolted me awake, leaving me startled. Who could be calling at 4 a. m.? I glanced around, still groggy, and realized I was alone in my darkened room.
I hesitated, then answered, but was met with eerie silence. I quickly put the phone on do-not-disturb mode and lay back, as I looked nervously toward the phone, fearful of another missed call from the same mysterious number. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep, only to be woken up by my alarm.
Now I worked from home, I wondered how Logan had managed to arrange my remote work arrangement from my office. I freshened up and headed downstairs, where Kayla, our housekeeper, had already prepared breakfast.
“Good morning, ma.
How are you?” I asked, smiling.
“Remember, just call me Nadine, no need for formalities.” Kayla smiled apologetically. “Sorry, Nadine. It’s hard to break the habit, but I’ll get used to it.”
I nodded, motioning for her to pour me a much-needed cup of coffee. “I’m a zombie without my daily coffee,” I joked, trying to shake off my sleepiness.
Kayla handed me the steaming cup of coffee, and I thanked her, taking a refreshing sip. She then presented me with bacon and eggs.
“What about my husband?” I asked, wincing inwardly at the term.
Kayla looked at me curiously, as if wondering why I wasn’t aware of Logan’s whereabouts. “He’s outside for his morning run,” she replied.
I waved my hand dismissively, trying to appear nonchalant. “I’m sure he just wanted a change of routine since he usually uses the gym. Maybe he didn’t want to disturb me.” I said, trying to convince myself as much as Kayla.
As I ate my breakfast in silence, my eyes kept drifting towards the door, waiting for Logan’s return. My workday was about to start, and I needed to focus, but my mind was preoccupied with the mysterious phone call.
The door swung open, and Logan strode in, his clothes clinging to his body like a second skin. A blue towel was draped around his neck, and his face glistened with sweat.
His eyes locked onto mine, and I was transfixed, lost in their depths. But Kayla’s cheerful greeting broke the spell: “Good morning, sir!”
Logan nodded curtly, his gaze never leaving mine, as he approached me with purposeful strides. I furrowed my brow, unsure what he had in mind. But then I remembered our deal, and my mind raced to catch up.
Before I could process anything further, his mouth claimed mine in a slow, deliberate kiss. It was as if he was conveying a message that only I could decipher. Without hesitation, I melted into the kiss, my heart racing.
Our lips were locked in a sync dance, the world around us melting away. Then, Logan pulled back, his husky voice whispering, “Good morning, babe.”
I gazed at him, dazed and unexpecting, my mind struggling to process the emotions he stirred within me. With My eyes closed, I slowly blinked back to reality as he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.
I didn’t want to admit to what he made me feel, because of the picture of him and Samantha. I don’t know her, but she smells like trouble.
“Let me go freshen up, and I’ll join you for breakfast,” he said, striding away to his room. I remained frozen, lost in the haze of our kiss until Kayla’s discreet cough snapped me back to reality.
I lifted the bacon to my mouth, still reeling from the kiss that had left my heart fluttering and giggling. “That was one hell of a kiss,” I murmured, unaware I’d spoken aloud until Kayla chuckled and I quickly covered my mouth.
“You don’t have to, ma’am,” she said with a knowing smile, “he’s smitten by you.” She returned to the kitchen, leaving me to ponder her words.
Why did everyone seem to think Logan was so taken with me? I couldn’t see it.
First, his sister, and now Kayla… I shook my head, not wanting to read too much into it. But the seed of curiosity had been planted, and I wondered if there was truth to their claims.
Logan descended the stairs, his signature gray suit bringing out his dashing good looks.
He flashed me a wink as he entered the dining hall, and I bashfully averted my gaze.
Kayla served him his breakfast, and we ate in silence, the only sound being the clinking of utensils on plates. Yet, I felt his eyes piercing through me as if boring a hole in my skin.
Logan was a paradox, one moment aloof and cold, the next, warm and loving. His unpredictability left me unsettled.
After finishing breakfast, Logan grabbed his briefcase and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “Please don’t leave the house without a bodyguard,” he said, striding towards the door.
I was taken aback, wondering why he thought I needed a bodyguard.
First, he arranged my work from home, and now he wants me not to go anywhere without bodyguards. I recalled the presence of bodyguards during our visit to his parents’ estate.
“Why,” I called out, my curiosity piqued. Logan halted, crossing his arms over his chest, and gazed at me. “You want to know?” he asked.
I nodded eagerly, urging him to continue.
“Why do you want to know?” he asked, his words spilling out in a rush.
But his next words made my blood run cold.