Charlotte’s POVAs if I were going to a different level, I changed the gear to sixth while they were after me. Being chased by a few sports cars behind me in the morning felt great. It was like I was in a race car and didn't know who would win.My eyes widened as I slammed on the brakes to avoid a collision with a car that had stopped in the middle of the road. He rolled down his window and took off his blue sunglasses. To my surprise, it was Patrick with Kaitlyn. I could still remember how they made fun of me in Nevada street in front of everyone. They were so cruel to me that I broke down in tears!He gave me a wink and a soft smile. Then I looked back and saw Logan's men waiting for me to step out of the car. I put the car in reverse, and my nostrils flared in wrath as I shifted into second gear, but Patrick intervened before I could drive away again. I whispered to myself, "What the fuck is his problem?" Now, I took a deep breath and slammed on the brakes again. I also thumped th

Charlotte’s POVI whispered, “I don’t take it anymore, why?” He reached over and gently touched my thighs and said, "Because I want you to bear my child." I can't believe he said that; he wants to get me pregnant at the worst possible time, and that would throw everything off. I will not let him hurt me, and no one will deter me from finding the truth. "Uh, you know, I'm not ready yet," I said as I stood up and laughed nervously. He got up from the bed, and stared at me from the dark, and he turned on the lamp, and put me on his lap. He asked, “Why?” I answered, “I have told you already, I’m not ready to have a baby.” “Yeah, you’ll be twenty next week…you are too young.” he said, kissing my cheek. “You are still a baby.” “And you will always be my baby,” he whispered, and kissed my neck down to my chest, and I stopped him. “No, no sex for today. I’m tired.” He bit his bottom lip, looked at my lips, kissed them, and then said, "I'm going to take a cold shower. The closer I get

Charlotte’s POVLogan turned his head at me, and when he saw a man pointing a gun at my head, he dropped his gun and raised both hands, telling the man, “Please, let go of her! You want me right? Then take me! Just don’t touch her!” My tears slowly fell on my cheeks as I saw Logan kneeled down just to save myself. What did I do to deserve a man like him who’s willing to sacrifice himself for me?The man said, “Get down.” he pushed me on the ground, and my eyes widened as he was about to shoot my head. I closed my eyes in fear, and heard a few gun shots in the area. Logan pulled me up by the hand and said, "Charlotte, calm down. You are safe, baby. You are safe!" he embraced me tightly.We went inside the house and looked for something, but it was not over yet; a group of people was coming in to find us.He took my hand and led me to the back door. As we walked there, we kept quiet. "Just hold me so tight, okay?" he asked as he put the hat on my head. He grabbed a big motorcycle and

Charlotte’s POVI'm lost for words because all I could think about was him. I put Logan's head between my legs and he fell asleep peacefully. I felt bad for him because he tried to keep me safe today and put his life in danger rather than me.I stroked his head, and stared at his gorgeous face, and traced every part of his face, then planted soft kisses on his forehead, whispering, “I love you…” yes, I love this man—a lot. He opened his eyes, “I heard you.” I laughed, “Can you just close your eyes, and sleep? Or you’re just pretending that you’re sleeping so that you could hear me.” He touched my hand, and opened his sleepy eyes, “I love hearing your voice, honey. I love you for who you are, and I don’t care if you’re Fabian’s daughter. You are mine.” And that made me bite my lower lip, and dipped down to kiss his lips tenderly, he whispered, “Happy birthday….” I giggled as he said that. “You’re funny.” He replied, “You’re beautiful.” After a few hours, we arrived back in New Y

Charlotte’s POVHe put my head down and grabbed the killer's gun. He then tried to kill the killer right away. When the elevator door opened, a group of guys with guns pointed at us. Logan grabbed my hand and pulled me away from them. We ran downstairs, and he called someone on the phone, "We need backup!" After a few minutes, we heard a lot of gunshots inside the building. There were bullet holes in every part of the room. I think Logan's men came to save us. Logan was breathing hard because his wound wasn't getting better yet. With his hand on my shoulder, he led me downstairs. When we got to the exit, I saw him fall and pass out. His men dragged him outside the building and shoved his unconscious body at the backseat. I put the seatbelt on his body, tapped the side of his face lightly, and asked, "Logan?" He opened his eyes, but he was too tired to speak, and he was really bleeding this time. “Logan? Hey, are we heading to the hospital right now?” I asked the driver. The driver