Blackmailed by Her Bully

At some point throughout the night she must have fallen asleep because the next morning she woke up alone in his large bed, without a sign of Logan.

She sat up, stretched her arms above her head and tried to work out the knots in her shoulders. For the most part of last night she’d been tense.

Climbing out of bed, she padded across the floor, making a beeline for the closet to grab something to wear, and made her way toward the bathroom. Doing her morning routine, she ended with staring at her reflection in the mirror. Did she look older?

There was no grey hair she could detect, and for the most part, she looked normal. Yet, in the past few days, she’d never known fear quite like it. There was only one other time, but it hadn’t been nearly this close.

She didn’t think she’d ever have to face Luke again. She’d been promised it was all over, and now, she didn’t know what to do or what to think.

Running fingers through her hair, she tried to clear her mind, but it wasn’t doing her any good.

Letting out another breath, she looked around the bathroom and finally decided to head into the kitchen to have a cup of coffee. This was where she found Logan still. He was on his cell phone, dressed impeccably in a suit.

“You know, I don’t have a clue what it is you actually do,” she said.

She wore a pair of sweatpants and a shirt three times her size. She’d stolen them out of Logan’s closet. It was nice having a guy in her life who wore larger clothes than her. She didn’t have a problem with her curves at all, but she liked wearing his clothes and in a completely non-weird way, having his scent completely wrapped around her.

“How do you mean?”

“Back at the library a couple of your exes were talking about how wealthy you are.”

He laughed. “You sound a little jealous there.”

“Not jealous.”

He snorted. “Oh, I think you are. Believe me, some of the women would be pissed I picked you.”

“They’re married.”

“Doesn’t matter to some women. They don’t give a shit about the men in their life and are always looking for the bigger bank balance.”

“Not all women are the same.”

“Again, never said they were. The same could be said for men as well, you know. We’re no saints either. I’ve seen my fair share of men who want a woman with lots of money.” He shrugged. “It’s why sex can be so good.”

“I don’t know what it is you’re talking about.”

“You’re telling me my wealth doesn’t impress you?” he asked.

“Logan, you were one of the richest kids in town when I was growing up. I didn’t care then, and I don’t now. It doesn’t change who you are.”

He snorted. “You would be surprised at how wrong you are. Besides, the money I had back then was all my dad’s. This is all mine. Earned and taken in the right way.” He pocketed his cell phone. “Hurry up, have breakfast and get ready. We’re heading out.”

“We are?”

“Yes. I think it’s time you saw a little of what it is I do.”

She stepped into the kitchen. “Sure, I’d love to. What do you want? Pancakes? Toast? Cereal?”

“I’ve already eaten. I’ll go and pick you out an outfit. You will wear it, do you understand?”

She didn’t want to admit she felt a little upset that he’d already eaten without her. Pasting on a smile, she nodded. “Sure.”

He left the kitchen, and rather than get her kitchen goddess on, she settled on a small bowl of cereal and a coffee.

He returned minutes later, but he didn’t stand with her. He was back on his cell phone, and he took it outside onto the balcony. She watched him, eating mouthfuls of her cereal, wondering what he actually did. It was natural to be curious, wasn’t it?

She finished off her food, and cleaned up after herself, before walking back into the bedroom.

The bed, which she’d left untidy, had been made, and her clothes were laid out for her. She stared at the red dress.

Picking it up, she walked back out to find Logan, who was entering the penthouse again.

“I can’t wear this.”

“I picked it out for you. You will wear it.”

“Logan, you want me to go to your workplace. I can’t wear this. It’s like an … evening dress.”

“You continue to question me and you’re going to make yourself look stupid. I don’t need to lift a finger to help you with that. This is what you’re wearing. I want you to do your hair, and to look the part as my woman. Do you understand?”

“Why do I have the feeling I’m not going to like this?” she asked.

He chuckled. “You probably won’t, but again, not my problem. I’ve given you an instruction, and you will follow it.” He grabbed her arms and spun her around. “Hurry up. I don’t want to be late.”