Chapter 105

Emily

To say that I'm angry, would be an understatement. I am fuming to even think that logan would be so reckless, so careless, to let a woman such as Chloe touch him in such a way. I watched with his brother from afar, unable to wrap my head around the situation.

I knew, though, that this was one of their plans. One of their untimely and ill faded schemes to try and ruin everything that Logan and I have built with one another. It angers me to know that they re still trying to keep us apart, that the ideas in the back of their heads of a future without us in it will bring them all of the happiness that they supposedly deserve.

Don't they know that with the title of Alpha, comes a life of publicity and scrutiny? Doesn't Reid know that being an Alpha is a demanding job and is not for those who wish to fuel their ego more than it already has? Even Chloe doing this has surprised me, her futile attempt to seduce my fiancé failing right before my eyes.

And now I am standing on the balcony with Logan, his hand on my face, looking down at me like I just told him the greatest news in the world. It confuses me, angers me, more than it should. I crossed my arms over my chest and glare at him, scowling.

“What were you doing with—”

My words are suddenly interrupted, smothered against his lips as he leans down and kisses me. I try to fight back, but immediately melted into his kiss, pushing up on my heeled toes to meet him halfway, wrapping my arms around his neck, as if it is second nature for me to do so at this point.

I sigh against his lips, allowing him to develop my body in his arms, the two of our bodies tangled underneath the moonlight. When he pulls away, I can't help but frown, not wanting to feel the absence of his mouth against mine.

“Chloe and Reid were up to something,” Logan tilt his head to the side, his eyes burning into mine, “I had to do something. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you.”

“It is okay,” I slowly nod my head, looking up at him as if he is the only person who ever exist in the world. “I could tell that they were up to something the moment I saw Chloe walk through those doors. I'm just surprised that they somehow managed to find a way to work with one another instead of fighting like they did the last time.”

“I do not understand why they continue to try to ruin us…they have to be stupid if they don't realize that we will always come out on top,” his voice is smug, filled with nothing but pride at our resistance towards their antics.

I have to admit, I am very proud with the way that we have handled ourselves. Every single attempt that they have thrown at us has left us reeling in its wake, forcing us to scramble to pick up the pieces of our shattered relationship. But now, we face the storm together, standing as one against their pathetic attempt to ruin us one last time.

I can feel myself relax into his touch, allowing myself to put my weight into him, to fully give myself into him. It has become so much easier to do these last couple of days. Logan has proven to me that he is going nowhere, and that he will always be there for me no matter the time place I need him.

“You know,” Logan begins, mischievous smile spreading across his face. I slightly pull away, raising a single eyebrow response, warning him to not say anything stupid to ruin the mood between us, “I really like seeing you so riled up about me.”

“Oh? Is that so?” I muse in a dead, Pantone, not particularly enjoying just how entertaining he finds the situation to be.

“Yes,” he simply nods in return, his smile now content and prideful, “I really enjoy seeing you look so possessive over me. It is hot.”

I roll my eyes and slap his chest, containing a laugh, refusing to give in to his antics. He grabs my waist and pulls me back to him, refusing to let me put any more distance between us. He presses a sweet and gentle kiss to my cheek, and I turned my attention to look up at him once again.

“of course, I am going to feel some type of way whenever I see another woman touch you,” I slowly begin to speak. I placed my hand on his chest, trailing my finger across the harden muscles beneath his dress shirt. “people should know to not touch what is not theirs. I hope I made it known, though, that I care about you as much as you care about me.”

Logan pauses. His expression softens, the chaotic amusement that he wants felt disappearing in an instant. It turns into something sweet, something filled with reciprocated, love and adoration that he holds towards me.

It makes my heart swell. I feel so happy to be with him in a moment, like this, to be tucked away from a private event where it is just the two of us. I have never felt happier in my life to know that a man, such as Logan is willing to love and accept me for who I am, loving all of the flaw that are included with the package deal.

“I think it's time for us to head home now,” Logan says. Just as I am about to respond, I look in his eyes, noticing the way that they have darkened, half lidded from desire.

A warmth spreads across my stomach, dipping below my waist and settling in between my legs. I roll my eyes, trying to contain a blush that creeps up on my cheeks, unable to hide how his simple look has affected me so much. I reached down and slipped my fingers into his, intertwining our fingers and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“what do you have planned for me?” I ask, feigning innocence. I look up at him and flutter my eyelashes at him, exuding a dough like express expression to show him my supposed obliviousness to his advances.

It feels like our first night together. Although we were straightforward then, the exciting tension that blossomed between us remains the same. The anticipation of what is to come making me feel so alive and so excited to leave an event like this.

Logan closes the distance between us. He uses his free hand to rest it against my chest, slowly creeping up to cur v his fingers around my throat. He does not put any pressure and do it, but the touch excites me, my body involuntarily leaning into his hand.

“I don't think that I will be able to stop once I start,” he whispers just for me to hear. My heart flutters, skipping a beat. “I want to keep you trapped in bed for the entire night.”

“You can keep me there for as long as you want,” I lean up and kiss him, giving into his desires. “I am not going anywhere. I'm yours.”

And with that, Logan pulls away for me, guiding us away from the balcony and through the event so that we can go back home where a long night of lovemaking awaits for us.