LOGANFor the first time in forever, Ashley and I were in perfect harmony.We were scooping popcorn from a bowl while a documentary we were barely paying attention to played on the flat screen in her home office. We decided that I’d work from home twice a week and she’d do the same so we could spend time away from the chaos that was rotting our relationship.It felt nice, serene, wholesome.As though she knew I was thinking of our current solitude, she looked away from the files before her and smiled warmly at me. I returned the smile, but just then, I got the harsh realization that I would rather be in this serene moment with someone else.Scarlett.I shook the thought away quickly and refused to give in to my never ending need to think about and crave her every passing moment. I forced myself to focus on my work instead, and Ashley every now and then.A while later, Ashley got up and walked over to me before making herself comfortable on the desk before me. She was smiling from ear
SCARLETTMom was currently supervising the moving of mount Everest into the house, or at least a vanity mirror that matched its dimensions.“Take it upstairs, the last room at the end of the second floor,” she directed the poor moving men that were saddled with lifting her newest addition to her vain collection of mirrors.“You have a dressing room with seven mirrors, mom. Was this entirely necessary?” I asked, mouth agape in sheer wonder as more staff trooped on with countless shopping bags.“None of those mirrors are from Spain, handcrafted by an artist from Van Gogh’s lineage and traced with red diamond along along the edges,” she argued, her eyes following the staff as they carried in her luggage and what seemed like an entire mall worth of shopping.“Uh, I’m just gonna go into my room, I’ve had a long day,” I yawned and turned away from her, feigning tiredness to escape her.I’d barely taken a step away from her when I felt her grab my wrist and surprisingly pull me into a crushi
SCARLETTAfter the adrenaline rush faded, I realized what I’d done.Slapping someone like Ashley whose personality had drastically changed over the last few weeks was like adding gasoline to an active fire. It was foolish of me to have done that, and Ashley’s deathly glare as she held her sore cheek was proof of it.“I—I’m so sorry,” I stuttered, taking a step back for the sake of caution, “That slap was an instinctive hit, but I definitely haven't done a thing to deserve one from you.”Ashley dropped her hand from her face and glanced at her shattered sunglasses before looking back at me with a spine-chilling smirk.“You’re sorry? Don’t be,” she smacked her red lips and ran her manicured fingers through her silky long hair with precision, “At least by slapping me you've finally dropped your hypocritical goody two shoes act and the real you has reared its ugly head.”“That’s no—”“Denial will take you nowhere honey, that's for sure,” her eyes turned icy with anger as she cut me off.I
LOGANThe reminder staring back at me on my notification bar made dread crawl down my spine.Ashley had cheerily added a reminder to my schedule so I’d have no excuses to miss our move in day. It was the next day and I still didn't feel a shed of excitement about living with the woman I’ve loved for what feels like an eternity.Instead of anticipation, I felt webs of anxiety jumbled in the pit of my stomach.The paradise that should've been the theme of our love story was killed off the day I realized that Scarlett was my mate, and all that was left was the incessant arguing and sexless frustration that threatened to tear us apart.More than anything, I wanted to delay the move, or to find a reason concrete enough to completely revoke it without Ashley going off the rails. I just hated the thought of being farther away from Scarlett when living in the same house as her didn't feel close enough.Any more distance would kill me, I knew it.My inability to find a reason to stay close to
LOGANEvery shred of self control I’d been holding onto was immediately thrown out the window when the addictive scent of her blood filled my nostrils.I’d already been in a losing battle with my wolf and once she cut herself, my vampire side joined in and his craving for her blood propelled me into the bed before I could blink. I halted for a moment, trying to regain control of my willpower even though my eyes were trained on her neck.“Come on, don’t fight it,” she bit her lower lip while smiling before tilting her neck towards me in invitation.I lost it. My mind, body, and soul was hers to devour as I planned to do with hers.The next second, I was digging my fangs into her skin, feeling like I’d ascended into a heavenly plane as her blood hit my tongue. The pleasure bursting through me was unreal, I felt rock hard in my pants and every muscle in my body was jumping for joy.“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, sounding as alluring and enticing as a siren’s call.That was all the encouragemen
SCARLETTI awoke with a groggy feeling and a soreness in parts of my body I didn’t recall overworking.“Ugh,” I groaned as I stretched out of bed, “how much did I have to drink last night?” I asked myself as I got to my feet gingerly.I blamed Emma.Last night, she’d called me with good news that she’d bagged a better job opportunity and she insisted that we drink together over FaceTime to celebrate since we both hated the cluster and noisy ensemble of clubs.As crazy as she was, she didn't let me end the call until I emptied a bottle of Vodka and she emptied one of Tequila.But that didn't explain why I felt somewhat sore, nor did it help me make sense of how I got into bed because I vividly remember not having the willpower to move a muscle after the last swig of alcohol.I shook my head and frowned at my memory lapse as I headed into the bathroom.I was still trying to pull together my thoughts as I brushed while looking in the mirror when I spotted some marks on my neck. I paused,
It only took me a second to think up a spot for our “talk”.I was already headed there instead of my room because Ashley could whip him away any second and I was curious about what he could possibly have to talk about with me.Me: Okay, meet me in the general home office.Logan: I’ll be there in five.I found myself nodding at his response as though he could see me, nerves wrecking my entire body as I walked into the office and closed the door behind me. I wasn't sure whether to be ashamed of the way I’d thrown myself at him last night, or weary of the attraction he’d sparked in me by indulging my blood whore nature and resurrecting the insatiable urges that came with it.Maybe, I just needed to breathe.Before I could do any of the calming breathing exercises I knew off, I heard a soft knock on the door and immediately picked up Logan’s scent.“It’s open,” I half whispered.The next second, he was walking in, his domineering presence filling the room and stealing my focus. The nervou
The ground opening up to swallow me wouldn't be enough, I needed to dissipate into thin air and never re-materialize.“Logan! Are you in there!?” Ashley’s annoyed tone matched the aggressive banging on the door that followed.I wanted to scream my head off to ease the tension wrecking my nerves, but I knew that would only worsen things, so I clasped a hand over my mouth tightly and blinked at Logan repeatedly as my way of asking him for help in morse code.Weirdly, he seemed to understand and moved closer, leaning towards my ear to whisper.“Relax, I’ll fix this,” the determination in his voice wasn't enough to keep me grounded, because there was definitely no way out of the mess we’d landed in.To worsen things, Ashley banged the door even harder, like was seconds from breaking it to pieces just to reach him, and for a moment I wondered how she’d been harboring this psychotic behavior under the angelic exterior she showed everyone.“Are you ignoring me, Logan? If you're in there, you