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Logan (Filthy Rich Alphas)

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And. . .if I can finally be real. . .I like him too.

“We’ll talk more soon.” Determination etched around his eyes. He backed out of the door. “Okay?”

“Okay.” I bit my lip, unsure of what our friendship would look like from now on. Heat was rising between us and at this point. . .I was craving to be burned.

Logan ran his fingers through his hair as if needing something to do with them. “Call me with any updates.”

“I will.”

“Also.” He frowned at me. “Don’t read the Kingmaker until you tell me. We’re synchronizing pages.”

I grinned. “Of course, we are, because that isn’t weird at all.”

“It isn’t.” He winked at me. “Besides, whenever you read ahead, you spoil the book.”

“I don’t.”

He batted his eyes and impersonated me. “Oh, Logan, wait until you get to chapter five. I can’t believe they killed him off. Oh God, did you get to chapter ten? That twist with the mother being the killer came out of nowhere.”

“Lies. These are all lies.”

He pointed at me. “If you spoil this book for me, I will never forgive you.”

“Fine.” I held both hands in the air. “I will let you know the moment I start, and I will keep silent.”

“Promise.” He extended his hand and showed me his big pinky finger.

“Oh God.” I wrapped my pinky around his, loving the feel of him. “Yes, I promise.”

And then he hit me with that heated gaze,

the one I thought I’d imagined,

the one that Tyson had clearly seen him use many times

and had described in his notebook.

Desire hit me as Logan bent toward me.

What is he going to do?

My breath lodged in my throat. My chest tightened in anticipation.

He’s going to kiss me.

Shocked, I drew in a breath, and the sound made him blink as if he hadn’t realized what he was doing either. Part of me shifted to relief. The other was a little disappointed.

“Damn, Mia.” Logan let go of my pinky and pulled me into his arms. “One day you’re going to get exactly what you deserve. And it’s going to be so beautiful.”

I melted right there in his hold. He held me closer, encasing me in hard muscle. His warm breath brushed on the pulse of my neck.

I need this.

He smelled like the sun and an earthy, masculine musk. I wanted this whole situation to disappear and just escape with Logan.

But he was also Tyson’s friend, not that I cared about hurting my ex’s feelings right now. But I had to deal with this mess first, before rushing to savor someone else’s arms.

He lowered his voice and whispered in my ears, “Stay safe, Mia.”

He released his grip, then brushed my hair back from my face.

It was so tender I almost begged him to kiss me. “I will.”

He let me go and I instantly felt lost without him.

“Call me, if you need me,” he said.

“Definitely.”

I watched him walk off. That muscled ass of his shifted in those snug jeans and for a few seconds, I almost screamed for him to come back.

Instead, I shut the door.

Deal with one situation at a time.

When Tyson came by, it wouldn’t be pretty. I was going to curse him the hell out. Perhaps, I would sling some of his stupid shoes at him.

I didn’t want Logan to see that side of me, the part of me that lost control.

I headed to the side of my living room that I’d designated my office and turned on my laptop. Before getting to today’s wedding cake, I had invoices to file and send to my suppliers. I also needed to order more pastry bags, cake boxes, liners, and paper doilies. I’d been running low and didn’t want to be caught off guard in the middle of the busy weeks ahead.

Too bad, I couldn’t get my mind off the craziness of today—Tyson’s lies, Ashley’s betrayal, and Logan’s all-consuming invitation for love.

I really wanted to rush to Logan and have him put my scattered feelings back together.

“I’m good at wiping tears, even better at healing any pain that a fuckboy has created.”

I’d only read ten pages of the first notebook and Tyson had disrespected me more than any man had, and Ashley had helped him.

He’s been a fraud this whole time, and she’s been a lying, backstabbing friend.

My throat swelled as I fought back tears. Tyson wasn’t worth crying over and tears never fixed anything, but still, they fell.

I wiped them away, feeling like an emotional wreck.

I blamed Logan and his sweet hug. That show of affection rattled me.

After reading up on Tyson, I wanted to hate all men, but there Logan stood in front of me, offering only to protect and be there for me.

Tyson had fucked Ashley right under my nose and my dumb ass had no idea.

But then, I’d been comfortably lying in Logan’s arms. I should have never left his arms.



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