I woke up the next day, exhausted from not getting enough sleep. I glance around the room and notice he’s gone. Did I somehow force him to stay?
Maybe he didn’t have a choice after I screamed out in my nightmare, pleading for him to stay.
I have to control myself not to jump on Logan last night. The closeness is overwhelming, but he seems completely unaffected. My heart tugs, seeing he didn’t make a move; I have to remind myself that returning to Logan is not an option. I can’t risk getting burned again.
Right now, my son should be my focus. I slowly get out of bed and make my way to his room.
My heart races as I grip the doorknob and smile softly, imagining how his face will light up when he sees me. But as I open the door, I find Shawn is not there.
I panic as I hurry down the hallway, calling out his name, with many scenarios running through my mind.
“Mum,” I hear him call out, and I sigh in relief, knowing he is safe. I know I’m being paranoid, but my near-death experience has me on edge.
I move swiftly toward the source of his voice and see he is with Logan, eating.
“Mum, look at you. Why are you up so late?” he asks.
“Late?” I ask in shock.
“Yes, Mum, it’s late.” I glance at Logan and notice his focus is on his food. My thoughts spiral as I remember the night with him. I know I need to stay sane around him.
I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. “Good morning, Logan, and thanks for last night.”
He slowly lifts his head and responds, “Good day, Nadine,” but his voice falters as his eyes sweep over me. Adam’s apple bobs up and down.
I furrow my brows, puzzled by his reaction. “Are you alright?” I ask.
“Y…yes, I’m fine,” he stutters.
I stare at him, trying to understand what caused his reaction. Then I look down at myself and realize the reason for his discomfort: I’m wearing a shimmering, short nightgown that reveals more than it covers.
I quickly pull the edges of the gown together, feeling a flush creep up my neck. “Sorry,” I mumble, trying to cover myself.
Logan clears his throat, visibly regaining his composure. “It’s fine. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
I met his gaze slowly and noticed his blue eyes were dark with lust. Despite the tension, I refuse to back down. I’ve been wearing these nightgowns regularly since moving to Canada, and I’m not about to let it make me feel awkward.
I sit down, feeling his eyes follow every movement I make as I serve myself food. I glance at him occasionally and see him gripping his cutlery tightly as if he’s trying to keep himself in check.
I force a slight smile, I know I shouldn’t play with fire. I know better than to risk getting burned, especially since he still has Samantha in his life.
I focus on my breakfast, the clinking of cutlery is the only sound in the room. I can feel the air is charged with unresolved emotions.
Suddenly, Logan calls out sharply, “Rosa!” His sharp tone sends a shiver down my spine, causing Shawn to flinch slightly.
“Sorry, buddy,” Logan says, his voice softening as he turns to Shawn.
“Are you alright?” Shawn asks, with concern in his voice.
Rosa appears almost instantly. “Sir, you called for me?”
“Take Shawn to the playground,” Logan instructs. “I need to speak with his mum.”
Rosa nods and glances at me with a polite greeting. “Hello, Rosa,” I say, trying to keep my composure as I continue eating.
As soon as they leave the dining room, Logan stands up, his posture tense.
Logan waits until the door closes behind Rosa and Shawn. I set my fork down, watching in shock as he strides toward me with purpose. He grabs my hand with a firm grip and pulls me toward his room.
He yanks open the door, and as soon as we’re inside, he shoves me against the wall. I gasp, my heart racing at the sudden move.
“What the hell, Logan?” I snap, my voice trembling with anger.
“Nadine,” he says my name in a tone that sounds like he is in pain. He takes my hand and guides it to his cock. The hardness under his clothes makes my breath catch, and a jolt shoots through me. I instinctively squeeze my legs together, trying to steady myself from the moisture threatening to drop.
My mind races, trying to make sense of the situation. Anger, confusion, and his proximity make it hard to think clearly.
Why is he pushing this boundary now? My heart pounds. I clench my legs tighter, trying to regain control over my body and emotions.
Part of me is furious at his disregard for my boundaries, while another part of me screams for me to throw caution to the wind. I wonder if this is his way of asserting control or if there’s something deeper he’s trying to communicate.
I manage to ask, breathless, “What is wrong with you?”
“This is what you do to me,” Logan snaps, his blue eyes darkening with frustration. “You show up in this tight nightgown, making me feel like this. Haven’t you punished me enough already?”
“Blue balls?” I reply, trying to stay calm. “I’m sorry, it wasn’t intentional. I’ve been wearing this since I moved to Canada.”
I take a deep breath, trying to regain my composure. “Can I please go back to the food I was interrupted from?”
Logan’s reaction seems unproportionate, and it leaves me unsettled and vulnerable.
I mentally replay the situation, trying to understand why he’s reacting this way. My nightgown, something I wear out of habit, suddenly feels like a provocative costume
As I focus on my breathing, I hope to return to a sense of normalcy and avoid letting this incident dominate the rest of the day.
He steps closer, his scent enveloping me, making my knees weaken. I look up at him, my heart racing, wondering what he’ll do next.
Gosh, Logan’s proximity is overwhelming, and I’m struggling to keep myself from giving in to the urge to act on my desire.
His breath warms my face as he moves his lips to my ear, lightly tugging it.
“L…Logan,” I whisper, knowing I’m losing control. Lust has taken over.
“Say my name again,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my neck.
I can’t help but whimper in pleasure, the sensation stirring feelings I haven’t experienced in a long time.
As Logan’s lips graze my neck, my mind is a whirl of conflicting thoughts. The sensations are intense, stirring up desires I’ve been trying to suppress. I can’t help but wonder how I got to this point, where everything feels so charged and out of control.
I’m acutely aware of the proximity of his body, the warmth of his breath. My rational thoughts struggle against the overwhelming physical response, and I find myself caught between wanting to resist and giving in to the moment.
Despite the surge of lust, I remind myself of the boundaries I need to maintain. This is about ensuring that my decisions align with my values and what’s best for me in the long run.
I try to focus on steadying my breath, reminding myself that I need to stay grounded. I need to regain control of the situation before it spirals any further.
I rest my hands on his chest, wrestling with the urge to push him away. Yet, the sparks from his touch ignite a flood of desire, making it hard to focus on anything but the intensity between us.
My hands feel too weak to act, and Logan gently places them on his chest, pressing closer to me.
“Gosh, the things you do to me, Nadine,” he murmurs in a husky voice, causing me to squeeze my thighs together in response.
“I want this to be right,” he continues, with a steady voice. “I want to be proud to call you mine. I know I messed up before, but I’m not letting you out of my sight again.”
Before I can respond, he captures my lips with his, his kiss urgent but tender.