I grin at her. "Nathan has become your sugar daddy, huh?" Her face turns a pink hue, yet she glares at me. "I don't like him because he is rich... I know that he has many fans and women coming over to watch his games and practices, but that's not why I'm with him." "I know!" I jab a finger into he
Rebel A week later I've officially moved in with Nathan and Alice. Life is great, except that I'm bald and ashamed of it. Other than my crumbling self-confidence, I'm doing pretty okay. Or I would be doing okay if Logan wasn't trying to score another date with me when I'm kind of... Nervous abou
Rebel "So..." Alice is smirking while cooking dinner. Nathan is watching TV with a baby monitor, which leaves Alice with the option of interrogating me without any interruptions. "Who is the lucky guy coming to pick you up, huh? Have I met him?" My lips twitch. Alice has met Logan plenty of times,
"Mhm, here is her bag." Nathan shoves my bag into Logan's arms, and I wonder where the heck he got it from. His smirk tells me enough; he wishes me gone so he can screw my sister. Logan blinks and then glances down at me. "Are you fine with that?" "Yes," I beam at him. "Let's go." After some more
Logan I glance over at Rebel. She is trying to find the perfect song on her phone, and she looks adorable with a beanie and an oversized hoodie. My heart squeezes at the sight of her. Later, I want to hand her one of my hoodies to wear. It would be cute, seeing she is so tiny compared to me. The
I wonder if Rebel will judge me for that? No. She wouldn't do that. At least, I don't think she would? "I got your coke," Rebel announces from above me and slides into her seat. It doesn't show on her face if she is upset that Evelina is here. Rebel is wearing a bright smile when she faces the othe
Rebel I don't understand what I've done wrong and why Logan is taking me home. Was it something I said? Ugh. He is probably weirded out about me telling him I wish for him to dominate me in bed. Why did I say that? I should have kept my dirty fantasies to myself, but it's not like he had to make
Rebel Logan has a password to his computer—of course, he does. I have up trying to get into it. Now I'm lying on his couch, flipping through titles of various movies until I hear Logan enter the flat. He seems happy. I can hear him humming, and then there is a promising rustle of a plastic bag