- Oh, Missy... - To his total disappointment, Logan just laughed affectionately, quickly putting that subject aside right after - Since you three will still be here for a while, how about I go down and make our coffee in the morning? – he winked seductively at her, getting up – I'll take care of you later...- Takes care? Missy gasped, her eyes bright with hope.- Making eggs Benedict, knowing they're your favorite, for breakfast could be considered caring, right? – He opened a sheepish smile, making her expression fall immediately – Come on, don't be like that… – he consoled her, caressing her chin affectionately – We'll talk better downstairs, okay? - With that muttered request and another chaste kiss on her cheek, Logan turned his back and left the room, leaving her alone with her babies and her frustration.As expected, the boys took a little longer to be satisfied, however, when they were finally not only fed, but had burped and were properly asleep, Missy comfortably laid her ch

- See? You also want this as much as I do... - she encouraged him, avidly, letting the panties fall around her neck - So just stop being so stubborn and just accept that there is nothing wrong with going back to how we were before. Our desire was part of what brought us together, after all... - Missy recalled him, before sighing sadly - You're so afraid of hurting me, but the only thing that hurts me is to see you moving away from me, even if either physically. – she finally admitted, heartbroken.- Oh, Missy... - Logan muttered, now looking terribly regretful - That was never my intention... I just wanted to protect you...- But you're depriving us of being together that way just to protect me from something that doesn't exist! Don't you see? – she gasped, again frustrated – You know what? I don't know why I'm still here talking to you... - she turned her eyes to his still hard member, rising invitingly towards her - When there's someone who understands me much more...-Missy... - Lo

- Of course it is. – Missy smiled, her wide innocent eyes wide – It tastes like pineapple and it's not bitter at all, like other drinks that always leave a bad taste in my mouth.- This is called V.I.P. It's one of my sister's favorite bar specials. They let a pineapple sit for days inside a gallon of vodka, squeeze it and then... This is the result. It's literally pineapple flavored alcohol. – he saw Missy's eyes begin to widen with fear little by little… Comically little by little – Oh, love, I'm sorry. How many glasses did you drink? – they both knew that Missy got drunk extremely easily. And he could hardly imagine what would happen if she had drunk too much of something as strong as vodka.To his surprise though, Missy just threw back her head in a loud, carefree laugh.- Oh, so I'm drunk? That explains it all! - Still laughing, she patted Logan's shoulder full of complicity - But, also, I think anyone would get drunk after 08 glasses of sweet vodka, right?- You drank eight glas

- Promise that when you come back, we'll play together in the pool, mom?With a warm smile, Logan snuggled little Hope further into his arms, making the six-month-old baby gurgle in her sleep as she approached the door, where his wife and three other children were saying goodbye.- Of course you do, honey. – Missy smiled sweetly, answering little Gwyneth's question as she took her daughter in her arms, touching her fingertip to her incredibly dramatic pout, even for a 3-year-old girl – But you three have to promise me that you will behave while they're at the pool with Dad this afternoon. Remember he'll be alone with the four of you and there won't be anyone to take care of Hope if something happens.- All right, Mom. Gwyneth sighed, wrapping her little arms around Missy's neck even tighter.- Oh, don't be like that, my little love. Mom will be back in a heartbeat, I promise. – Blowing a kiss on the tip of Gwyneth's nose, Missy put her on the ground again, so she could wrap Jonathan a

At the time, he had tried once more to convince himself that he was doing it to keep those crumbs of her presence as he around in order to be able to contain himself, satisfying the needs of the curse and at the same time not giving in to it completely... When, in fact, he was just a pathetic and desperate man, tasting his own poison, as he ached to see that the woman he had tried so hard to push away was actually pulling away, tearing himself to pieces inside at the thought that Missy surely thought of him as someone completely crazy, boorish, and terrifying, who she wanted to keep her distance from.One of the few times he hadn't come up with silly excuses to justify himself and his barely contained love was when he'd given in to the impulse to bribe the building's former owner just to get him to lie to Missy and make her think that the only free office was precisely the one that was a few meters from his, where he could see her, hear her voice and smell her whenever he wanted. The