Olivia "I missed you more, Olivia. You're all I could think about in Santorini," his words, calm and sincere, warmed my heart. At that moment, I wished time could freeze. I yearned to be in Logan's embrace, ceaselessly. His eyes held a blend of emotions that I hadn't seen before. I took in the features of his face – his thick eyebrows, long lashes, pointed nose, full lips... My gaze lingered on his lips, and an intense desire began to grow, accompanied by a weakening in my legs.Our faces drew closer, the gap between us shrinking. I closed my eyes and clung to Logan's shirt. His lips tenderly met mine. Initially, my body tensed, overwhelmed by the sensations. But before long, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.Logan's hand settled around my waist, while the other cupped my face. The taste of his lips on mine was intoxicating, a drug for my senses. My mind emptied, fixated solely on the present moment. The kiss started gently, then Logan deepened it, the urgency in
Logan "Get rid of her," my father's voice shattered the silence that had enveloped his study room. It was the early hours of the day, before breakfast had even been served. I had been summoned here urgently, and I had a feeling that this conversation was not going to be pleasant."What do you mean?" I asked, maintaining a calm exterior. There was no way I was going to allow Olivia to bear the brunt of my family's anger alone."Olivia," he spelled out her name, his tone heavy with disapproval. "You don't expect me to simply ignore this situation, do you?" I understood my father's perspective well enough. He always acted in his own best interests, making decisions that would benefit him. That's how things worked in our family. We rarely questioned him, but this time, I felt compelled to take a stand."She's not going anywhere," I asserted firmly. Surprise flickered across my father's face, clearly not anticipating this response from me. I was challenging his authority, and it was evide
OliviaBreaking down in tears caught me off guard. The tears seemed to flow without my consent. Was it due to Logan’s persistent efforts to comfort me or the realization of the new side I had discovered in him? I couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason behind my tears. Logan was insistent on understanding, but I reassured him that I was fine.“Hello ladies,” a tall figure, Jamie, strolled into the clinic with two paper bags in her grasp. I gave her a sidelong glance. “I brought chicken wings,” she announced.“Chicken wings, really?” I quipped, interrupting her enthusiasm.“Fine then, maybe I should just leave,” she teased, grabbing the bag as if she meant to go. I didn’t make a move to stop her, knowing full well that she wouldn’t actually leave.I cleared my throat. “Well… I can handle it, you know. My baby seems to tolerate chicken,” I added, giving my belly a gentle rub.“You’re pregnant, ma’am!” Lisa’s voice was loud, causing both Jamie and I to look at her. Of course, she'd be shocked
OliviaAt first, Logan didn’t like the idea of us tagging along. I mean, we weren’t involved, but I felt like it’s the perfect opportunity to start implementing whatever plan we have in mind, which I was about to discuss with Logan while on our way to the restaurant. I made Logan call Amelia and ask for the location. I’m sure if Amelia didn’t inform the family members about our arrival, it would be a shock for them. Well, they are going to be even more shocked when they learn that Logan and I are married. Yes, I’m planning on telling them. Whether they accept it or not, it won’t change my relationship with Logan.I found myself wondering how I got the strength to stand up, not only because of Lisa and Jamie. I remembered my Grandma’s words – I should do what makes me happy. And this is the first step. “I don’t know why they chose to go to a restaurant so far away,” a disgruntled Logan hissed out beside me.I turned my body to face him. “I’m sure they want the best restaurant out there
Logan"So you're telling me that Olivia informed your family that you two are married?" Brian asked as he poured himself a glass of drink."I don't think what I said was too cryptic." I replied. I had just briefed him about everything, from how they found out about the pregnancy to Olivia's revelation at the dinner. "Wow. All of this happened and I wasn't aware. Am I really your friend, Logan?" Brian feigned hurt, leaning back on the couch with a pout. That reminded me of how the dinner ended last night.I expected my family members to react strongly to Olivia's revelation, but all they did was remain silent. Except for Liam, who congratulated her. That kind of annoyed me because he was trying to be overly friendly with her. And Olivia made it worse by not paying attention to me again throughout the dinner. She didn't even cast a glance at me. And when I confronted her, she brushed it off, saying it was nothing. Liam was just trying to establish a bond with her. I'm not naive; I under
OliviaMy eyes opened to Logan playing with a strand of my hair as he smoothed it in a calming way. “Good morning,” I mumbled with a yawn escaping me.“Good morning, baby,” Logan leaned forward and planted a kiss on my lips that lasted barely two seconds. My head rested on his bare chest. I felt my cheeks heat up. Getting a kiss in the early morning surely sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach, especially after the way Logan and I had spent the night. It wasn't like we had sex. Logan had said he didn't want to hurt the baby. Even though I assured him that having a single round of sex wouldn't harm the baby in any way, he didn't listen and instead held me close in his warmth, and that was how we slept.“How long have you been up?” I asked as I looked at him. His hand was still playing with my hair, and I found it to be a soothing remedy for my exhausted self.“Not long ago. I couldn’t resist admiring a beauty,” he said, making me raise an eyebrow.“What beauty?”“Your beauty, of co
OliviaWe decided to make scrambled eggs with spinach and cheese. I was in awe at the way Amelia expertly whipped up scrambled eggs with a twist. She sautéed fresh spinach in a pan until wilted and mixed it into the scrambled eggs, adding a generous sprinkle of shredded cheddar cheese. Maybe if she had opted for a chef, she’d have won an award, just like Logan. A smile erupted from me as I recalled the night we cooked the shrimps and crabs together. I think that was the first day Logan and I started getting along.“Why don’t you just opt for a cooking competition? I’m sure you’d win on your first try,” I said, watching how she expertly lifted up the pan.“Should I?” she replied, her lips curving up. I nodded my head. “You will definitely win,” I confessed. Sarah pushed her body in between, separating me from Amelia.“Let me have a taste,” she said, using the spoon to fetch a portion from the big casserole where Amelia had plated everything.“This is nice,” she moaned, closing her eyes
Olivia “So, what do you guys suggest we start with?” I asked. We had gathered for our first meeting in Amelia’s room. It was my first time entering another part of the house apart from Logan’s room, the library, and my own room. Amelia’s room carried the aura of a doctor. The medium-sized shelf consisting of all sorts of medical books was enough to give away that information. And there was also another rack carrying a medical box. I had scanned the surroundings in less than five minutes.“I think we should begin by sharing our insights on the root of the problem first, and then we can come up with a reasonable plan. What do you think, Amelia?” Sarah clarified, her eyes darting from me to Amelia.“You’re right. The root of the problem is simple: Father,” Amelia declared. Sarah and I nodded in agreement, acknowledging that she was right. What I appreciate about Amelia is her straightforwardness. She speaks her mind. It was evident when I first came to the house. She was straightforward