“Hmm. So, you must know about his businesses? All of them?” What is that supposed to mean? This was the only business I thought he had. The question sat in my mind for a moment, Logan becoming irate with her brought me back to reality.
“Get the fuck out now, Tara.”
“Bingo. He hasn’t told you about his other businesses.” The woman, Tara, smiled as she said it. She knew she was getting somewhere. She wanted me to react. I believed that she wanted me to question him while she was here, in this room with us. I wouldn’t, I would ask what she meant later, and oh, I planned on doing that…even though I didn’t really have the right. I was not okay with secrets. Honesty was extremely important to me, and if this was going to go anywhere, Logan needed to know that. He didn’t tell me he was previously married. I didn’t think he was trying to keep it from me, but he did, and…I wasn’t trying to think about it too much. I know whatever we’re doing is new, fresh, but shouldn’t honesty always be there?
“I think I’ll go.” I walked past Logan, his arm shot out, pulling me back against him, pressing my back against his chest.
“You aren’t leaving, she is,” he growled. I’d never been afraid of Logan, and I wasn’t not sure I could call this fear, but I didn’t like it. He was consumed with anger. I could practically feel the heat bouncing off him from where I was pressed against his chest.
“Get. Out.” He raised his voice, practically screaming it at her. The woman chuckled at him as I shuddered. I didn’t like this side of him.
“Call me when you’re done with your plaything,” she giggled, staring at him for a moment, walking towards the door. Oh, no, not going to happen.
“Plaything, that’s cute,” I scoffed. I was giving her that reaction that she wanted, but I couldn't even begin to care. I could handle being called a bimbo, I’ve been called much worse, but implying that I was just a toy…that pissed me off.
Logan’s hand slid across my shoulder, applying a small amount of pressure as if he was trying to provide me with a little bit of comfort.
The woman grinned. I was giving her exactly what she wanted, and she knew it. I was feeding the lion. “Get out, Tara.” His temper seized, his voice calm and collected.
Tara smirked at him, “I’ll be back soon.”
“Don’t fucking bother.” His gaze drifted to her, his tone full of promise. He didn’t want her here, and that made me feel better. She walked out of his office, out of our sights. Logan walked us over to the couch, pulling me close to him, his hand grazing my jaw, pulling me to look at him. “I’m sorry about that.”
I was exhausted from the confrontation. “I don’t know who is crazier, her or Bryce.” He laughed at me, grinning wildly.
“Her. Probably her.” I would disagree, saying it was Bryce. Bryce was unpredictable, and that made me completely terrified of him. He had done so much in the past, and I doubted that he’d changed now.
“Brook.”
“Hmmm?”
“I lost you there for a minute.” There goes my over analytical mind again.
“Yeah?”
“I asked what you wanted to do tonight?”
“I have to go to another event that Alfred has set up.”
“That settles it, I’m your date, then, we can go out after.”
“Can we just go back to your place or mine? I want to have you to myself, I’ll order a pizza, and I have some wine.” My attempt at a low-key night was either going to succeed or completely fail. It was really hard to get time to ourselves.
“Okay. What time is the event?”
“It starts in an hour.” I placed my hand on his thigh. “We don’t have to go that early, though.”
His brow furrowed before chuckling “Sooner I get you there, the sooner we go back to your place?”
“I guess you could view it that way,” I teased, bringing my hand further up his thigh.
“If you keep doing that, we won’t make it to the event.”
“Are you trying to tempt me, Logan?”
“I don’t have to tempt you, my little minx.” He wasn’t wrong, Logan’s been gone on business for two weeks, and I’ve been one horny bitch. It was hard to keep it together now that he was back in my arms.
“True.”
***
“Can we stop by my apartment? I have to change.” Logan nodded, following the directions I gave him to my apartment.
He walked in with me “Hey Marco!” I greeted the concierge who smiled at me in response. The elevator ride was quick, leading me to my apartment.
“You said apartment, not penthouse,” he joked, walking in, looking at my décor.
“Alfred, he gave it to my brother and I.” I needed to change the subject, not wanting to get stuck on Alfred for any longer.
“Can you un-zip me?” Logan grinned as I turned around. He slowly took the zipper down my back. I let it slide down my back, down my body, and walked into my room. I didn't have to hide anything from Logan anymore. I had plenty of dresses to choose from, but I wanted something sexy. Part of me wanted to make Logan suffer since we hadn’t seen each other in almost two weeks, but the other part of me wanted to give in and just take him straight away.
I pulled out a dark olive midi-dress. It had rushing in the front, giving the idea that I was curvier than I actually am. I slid it over my body, leaving my black heels on from earlier. They had so many straps that it was a bitch to get them off anyway.
I walked back into the kitchen, living room combo, where Logan tapped away on his phone, reminding me how much he manages. Since he was gone, his facial hair has grown out a bit, giving him a thick stubble. I studied his face for a moment before speaking. “Ready?” His eyes peered up from his phone, almost dropping it when he saw me.
“Do we really have to go?” He pulled my hand, pressing me against him. “Clothes don’t do you justice, you should just drop them.”
“I’m sure you’re not biased or anything.” I rolled my eyes and laughed, tugging his hand with mine.
We went downstairs, sliding in his car. The event was outside, which meant it was going to be miserable since it was so hot out. “I feel so bad for you.” I looked to Logan who pulled into the parking space.
“Why’s that?”
“It’s hotter than Hades out here, and you’re dressed in a three-piece suit.” It was probably ninety-five degrees out, plus humidity. I don’t know why I stayed in Atlanta. I had always complained about the weather growing up and how I would move, but I just couldn't unstick myself from the place. Logan didn’t say anything. He got out of the driver’s seat, walking around the car and opened the door for me.
“It is hotter than Hades out here,” he whispered in my ear. “It’s nothing compared to how hot I am for you, though.” Ooo…he really is a panty dropper, what a keeper, holy crap. I was in way over my head with this one.
Logan’s hand brought mine to his crotch, revealing his hard on.
I’m going to hell, I thought to myself as I opened the backseat of his Range Rover. The windows were almost black, so I knew no one could see inside. He came in after me. I laid the seats down and grabbed a condom out of my purse before laying down. These days whenever we were going somewhere I knew I had to be prepared for the spur of the moment fuck. He took it from me, ripping it open with his teeth, which always managed to turn me on. His cock sprang free as he unzipped his pants, sliding the condom on.
“Don’t smudge my makeup, we still have to go to the event,” I groaned.
“No panties?” he chuckled, his cock at the base of my entrance, his thumb circled my clit, making my hips roll. He slid into me, at first going slow, then slamming into me. His hand pulled at my dress, exposing my breasts, giving each one attention with his mouth.
“Logan, I’m going to come,” I moaned out, his hand went back to my clit, his teeth tugged on my nipple as he drove into me.
“How much do you love my cock?” he growled, pulling my nipple.
“So much, s-o much-h,” I
moaned, the building orgasm sending tiny shock waves through my body. “Harder, I want it harder.” He had a glimmer in his eye, slamming into me hard.
“The first time I saw you, I imagined doing this, you under me, just like this,” he growled out, and he pressed against my clit.
“Logan,” I groaned, my orgasm shocking through me. He came with me, grinding against me until my orgasm stopped. He slid out of me, disposing the condom, tucked his cock back in his pants, and laid next to me.
“You have a magic dick; I’ve never come that quickly in my life.”
“Just wait, precious, that was nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you later.” He slid the material of my dress back over my breasts, helped me out of the car, and I straightening my hair with my fingers.
“How do I look?” I twirled around, smiling widely.
“If I answer that, we’ll be back in my SUV, and you’ll never get to this event,” he admitted, pushing me against his Rover.
“O-Okay, I’ll assume that I means I look really good.”
“Better than good, you look smoking hot.”
I laced my fingers with Logan’s as we walked to the front of the event. Yet again, the event Alfred invited me to was beautiful. They turned a downtown park into something you would see along the French Riviera. All of the attendees seemed to be dressed extravagantly, except the men weren’t in three-piece suits, they just had a dress shirt and pants on; a great decision for how hot and humid it was. The red carpet was just past the entrance. We could avoid it.
“Are you walking the carpet?” He looked down to me, his grip tightening around my hand.
“Do you want to?” I asked, not sure where he was getting at.
“Sure.” He led the way, pausing every few steps for the photographers to get their shots. Everyone would recognize him, but only a few would know who I was. I was okay with that. I modeled, but I liked my privacy. Logan’s lips came to my ear.
“Let’s give them something to talk about. “I looked up to him, puzzled, trying to see where he was getting at. But as soon as I turned my face, his lips were on mine. The media would eat this up. I think we both knew that. Winking at the paparazzi, he pulled away softly, leading us over to the entrance of the party.
“Elise!” I ran up to her, hugging my best friend.
“Why are you here?” She grinned, her eyes staring behind me. “Is that fuck-me man?”
“Elise,” I snapped. Logan came up from behind me.
“I’m Logan.” He extended a hand, which she shook.
“You fucked fuck-me man?”
“Keep your voice down.” I didn’t want people to hear us, it’s not like we were alone, but Elise tended to be loud in the most awkward places. It was one of the reasons I both loved and hated her at the same time.
“Fuck-me man fucked her a couple of times,” Logan chuckled, wrapping his arm around my waist. I groaned, rolling my eyes.
“Ooooo this is saucy!” She grinned, eyeing Logan up and down.
“Stop stare-fucking him,” I ordered. I could feel myself getting possessive.
“I can’t help it,” she winked at me. I wanted to reach out and slap her.
“Elise. Aren’t you fucking my brother?” I cocked my head, and she nodded. “Then you can help it.”
“Want a drink?” Logan asked
“Yes, Pinot Grigio please.” Logan’s hand moved from my waist as he walked towards the bar.
“I can’t believe you fucked him.” She winked at me, giving me a high five. “But why are you bringing him to your dad’s events?”
“Okay…so you know the investor I had to meet the next morning?”
“Yeah.”
“It was Logan.”
“No way!” Her hand shot in front of her mouth, and then she started laughing.
“Why did I even tell you?” I asked her, pressing my hand to my temple.
“That is hysterical!” She laughed, tears starting to come from her eyes. “Is he good?”
“Life changing. I’ve never had better sex.”
“You’re killing me! But why did you bring him?”
“I haven’t seen him in a couple weeks, he’s been out of the country on business. He’s invited to Alfred’s events anyway, so we just came together.”
Elise chuckled at me, “You've got it bad, so bad.”
“I don’t have anything”
“You’re so blind.”
“I crave some good dick, okay?”
“I can quench that craving,” Logan muttered, handing me and Elise both drinks.
“Oh, I know.” I planned on satisfying my hunger as soon as we get out of there, which couldn't come soon enough. I looked around the crowd, spotting my father with Seb, talking to some people. He spotted me, and they both came walking over.
“So, fuck-me man, what are your intentions with Brook?” I almost choked on my wine. Luckily, Seb and Alfred came up at just the right time so that we could avoid the lovely direction that Elise had turned our conversation to.
“Darling, how have you been?” Alfred came in, giving me a hug, Logan kept his grip on me. His hand still stayed at my hip. It seemed I wasn’t the only one that was possessive.
“Good, just keeping busy.”
“I can see that.” Alfred stared at Logan, making me aggravated. He didn’t have a right to judge me, or to have any input on what I did with my free time.
“Do you want to change that tone with me?” Momma didn’t raise no bitch. I didn’t just sit by and let people walk all over me. It was not in my DNA.
“Logan, we should have a word.”
Logan’s grip tightened on my hip, giving me a good squeeze. He brushed his lips over mine “I’ll be back in a minute.” Then, walked away with Alfred.
***
Logan
I could feel the tension in my body as I walked away from Brooklyn, following her father over to the side where there weren’t that many people. As my thoughts drifted back to the altercation with my ex-wife, my hand drifted down, and I let my fingers trace over the outline of my gun holster, which wasn’t something that would really be picked up on by another person unless they knew it was there. I could tell that he didn't like me all that much, but who really gave a fuck? The relationship that I shared with Brooklyn was nobody’s business but our own, and I really had no idea why Alfred thought he needed to get involved in what we had. Nothing would break us apart. I wouldn’t let anything happen to Brook, not on my watch.
“Logan,” Alfred started, his hands clasped in front of him. The look on his face told me that this conversation was going to be anything but pleasant.
“Alfred,” I replied, feeling a bit cocky.
“I have a bad feeling about this. About what’s going on with you and my Brook.” The way Alfred said that Brook was his, really got on my nerves. Reggie, my security guard had done a lot of digging, after that night in the bar I found out a lot about my Brook, like how her father had just entered her life a few short years ago.
“About what? We’re both adults, Alfred. What we have together is between us.” I was going to stand my ground. I wouldn't let Alfred try and knock me around.
“I think you're hiding something from Brook. From me. From all of us.” I froze a little bit, but I shook it away before Alfred could realize anything was wrong, even going to the extent to lift my hand off my thigh, so that his eyes wouldn’t be drawn to the spot. I knew for a fact he wouldn’t be able to tell that I was armed, but in a situation like this, I could never be too sure. Alfred would pull anything he could to get me away from his daughter, and I had to do everything possible to make sure she wouldn’t find out about my other business, at least not yet. She was not ready to know. I didn’t want to scare her away, and I knew that would happen if she found out too soon.
I laughed in his face. “Like what? Brook and I have a stable relationship. I don't know why you can't mind your own business.” I could feel my fists clenching as I resisted getting too
angry.
“If you say so, Steele. You know...getting involved with a business partner can make things go completely terrible if something was to happen.” I furrowed my brows. What the hell was he talking about? Was he going to do something to our relationship? Hell no.
***
Brooklyn
“What’s that about?” Elise prodded. It was about Logan seeing me. I was sure. A few minutes passed by before Logan returned, walking up to us and returning his hand to my hip. Alfred was seeing red, his face turning the actual color, and if it was possible, I was sure smoke would be coming out of his ears at any moment.
“Logan.” Alfred was sending him a warning.
“Alfred, your daughter’s an adult and is perfectly capable of making her own decisions regarding our relationship.”
“What did you say to him?” I asked Alfred, who had a glare directed at Logan.
“I just reminded Logan how the fallout of your relationship could negatively affect our business relationship.” Oh. He was playing that card.
“Then tell me, how did the fallout of my relationship with Bryce negatively affect your relationship with Jaclyn and Jackson Monroe?” It didn’t. That was my point.
Their son got me hooked to cocaine, and my father continued to have a lasting business relationship with them. I was really starting to see his true self now.
I was calling his bluff. “He’s too old for you. He’s thirteen years your senior Brooklyn. Think about your public image.”
“The only image you’re worried about is your own.” I placed my right hand over Logan’s, turning around and leading us back to his car. I couldn't stand to be around my father anymore.
“Sorry, I can’t just sit around and take that kind of attitude. If I didn’t leave I would blow the fuck up. Now that, that would affect my public image.” I laughed saying the last bit, imagining the headlines of that story.
“Don’t apologize. You have a good backbone, I admire that about you.” Logan unlocked his car, opened the passenger side for me, and he slid in the driver’s seat.
“Logan, why do I get the feeling he doesn’t like you?”
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