“Can you please stop questioning my wife and enjoy breakfast?” Logan snaps.
I notice his attitude coming back into place, but I try to shake off the feeling. I take my bacon and some eggs and enjoy them.
I don’t have much lined up for today, so I think I’ll just laze around and watch some movies when Logan eventually leaves for work.
“What are your plans for today?” Logan asks, his gaze locked on mine, waiting for my response.
“Nothing really,” I reply. “I’m thinking of just nesting up and watching movies.”
“Okay,” he says, biting into his food and bringing it to his mouth. I watch him gulp it down, and the movement of his Adam’s apple makes me swallow hard. I can’t help but think about everything we’ve done.
“Did you hear anything I said at all?” Logan asks, snapping me out of the frenzy of emotions that had engulfed me.
“Y… yes, what did you say?” I ask him, looking at him expectantly, hoping he’ll repeat himself. His gaze locks onto mine as if he’s trying to decipher my thoughts, but I try my best to guard my emotions.
“I want to take you out so you can shop for the upcoming gala,” he says, his eyes locked on mine.
I pause, my food hovering near my mouth, as memories of our past argument come back to mind. My heart squeezes in my chest, still hurting from his harsh words.
But then, something unexpected happens. Logan’s eyes turn pleading, and he takes my hand in his. “I’m sorry,” he says, with a low and sincere tone.
My mouth drops open in surprise, and I’m speechless for a moment. The Almighty Logan, apologizing to me?
“I know I hurt you with my words, but let me make it up to you. Let me take you shopping,” he persists, his gaze still locked on mine.
I shake my head, not wanting to give in too easily. “Logan, seriously, I forgive you, but I don’t think I want you to go through the stress of taking me out shopping.”
He looks at me intently. “No, babe, let me take this as an opportunity to apologize for my harsh words. I want to make it up to you.”
I shake my head again, trying to appear firm. “Seriously, Logan, I’ve got this covered. I can take care of myself, and I don’t need you to buy me a dress.”
I take a bite of my food, trying to compose myself, but Logan’s gaze remains on mine, his eyes still pleading for forgiveness.
“Babe, I insist,” he says, his voice filled with sincerity. “I’ve canceled all my schedules for today so I can go with you. I want to be there when you pick out that perfect dress that will suit your stunning body for the gala.”
His words brighten my mood, and I can’t help but smile. “You’re cheesy, Logan,” I say, playfully smacking him.
He grins, his eyes sparkling. “Cheesy only for you, babe.”
I love this new, sweet side of Logan, and I can’t help but bask in the joy it brings. “Okay, Logan, I accept,” I say, finally giving in.
“Good!” he exclaims, as we finish our food. Asher has already stepped outside, and Kayla is busy with her chores around the house.
I head back upstairs to change into something suitable for our outing. I’m going out with the most handsome and sought-after man in New York, and I can’t be caught dressed down!
I apply some makeup, put on a nude lip gloss, and come back downstairs to find Logan already dressed in a simple black tee shirt and blue jeans.
The sight takes my breath away – he looks yummy in casual clothes, and I can’t help but feel the urge to jump into his arms.
“Like what you see?” he asks, teasing me, his eyes sparkling with amusement. I’m sure he’s caught me checking him out.
“Oh, please, it’s nothing I haven’t seen,” I say, rolling my eyes, trying not to give away the fact that he’s gotten to me.
He clutches his chest playfully and says, “Oh, babe, you hurt me!” I hadn’t expected him to move so quickly towards me.
“Logan!” I gasp, surprised, as he stands right in front of me, our faces inches apart. My breath catches in my throat as I take in the sight of this gorgeous man standing before me.
His breath fans my face, and I swear I lose myself in the moment. He captures my lips with his, and kisses me slowly, as if he’s saying things he can’t put into words.
I kiss him back softly, my heart racing with confusion. This feeling with Logan is overwhelming, but I know that when it comes to love, I love hopelessly, and I hope I won’t get burned.
He notices my change in demeanor and stops. “What’s wrong?” he asks me again. I’m tired of him asking me that now and then. “What do you think could be wrong?” I ask back, slightly annoyed.
He shakes his head and says nothing, still looking at me intently. He captures my lips again, and I grant him entrance. Just as we’re lost in the moment, someone coughs from behind, and I hear Logan groan in annoyance.
He releases me from his hold and turns his face towards the intruder. “Asher, what the fuck do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy with my wife?” he says, seething with anger.
I bite my inner cheeks, seeing how angry he is that Asher has interrupted our moment. Asher raises his hands in mock surrender. “I’m sorry, but you guys are standing in my way to get to my room,” he says, stating the obvious.
“Oops, sorry my bad,” I say, stepping away from him. He gives me a wink and a smile, and mutters “thank you” to me.
My heart swells, knowing that Logan has someone who cares deeply for him, despite his occasional douchebag behavior.
Logan places his hand on my back and walks me out of the house to the car. He opens the door for me, and I mutter “Thank you” just before turning around.
He places a lingering kiss on my forehead, and I close my eyes, enjoying the attention and show of love.
He steps back and turns around to his side, getting ready to drive. He ignites the car and soon moves out of his house.
I look out the window, trying to familiarize myself with the environment. I had taken note of everywhere I passed when I stormed out of the house yesterday.
The silence is eerie, and I want a release, so I try to turn on the radio. But I notice his hand is also coming towards it, and our hands brush against each other, sending tingling sparks through our bodies. We both pause, lost in each other’s eyes.
“Gosh, how can he make me feel like this just by brushing his hand and looking at me like that?” I think to myself, retreating my hand and allowing him to tune the station.
Soon, we drive into the heart of the city and stop in front of a high-class boutique that screams wealth – Gramercy Glamour.
He parks his car and hurries out to open my door, helping me out. As we step onto the sidewalk, I notice a flash of light coming towards us, and I tense up, not expecting it. But Logan quickly moves me closer to himself, shielding me from the unexpected paparazzi.