His assistant will ensure it and I don’t wait long just as I thought as my phone pings.
Deadbeat:
Make sure you return home next weekend, I’ll sort it with your mother.
I sigh with relief as I put my phone in my pocket, then unlock my car, only for my phone to vibrate again and I roll my eyes because let’s face it, it’ll be my mother demanding I come home anyway, despite what my dad said. I'm not shocked that he messaged her at the same time as me. Still, I ignore it as I climb in and decide to grab a sandwich from the corner café before heading home to study because I wasn’t lying, knowing my dad would most likely look into it before dealing with Mama’s tantrum when he leaves work. I do have a test on Monday, and it does count for half my grade, but I’m already a shoo-in for passing but I still like to go over it repeatedly before the actual test.
Reversing out of my spot, I breathe easy for the first time today, knowing I won’t have to return to my hell for a whole fricking week, not having to lie to my Granny on Tuesday about having agood weekend, and I drive off towards the café only two blocks from my home.
***
Ten minutes later, I’m sitting at the back of the café waiting for my order to be ready before I head home, when a figure sits opposite me, shocking me.
Fear spikes, expecting it to be Bruce, and I look up, but suck in a breath as I lock eyes with the ones I’ve continued to see since walking away from him fifteen minutes ago.
Damn…
“Pretty sure this is stalking,” I joke, trying to lighten the mood despite my heart fluttering at the intense look he’s giving me as he leans back against the chair and crosses his arms over his muscular chest.
I notice tattoos peeking out from the collar of his shirt, and I swallow hard.
Who knew tattoos were so hot...
“You said no even though you know we have this weird connection,” he states, not beating around the bush and my stomach tightens for a completely different reason than before when I was waiting for my father’s text to come through, and Logan demands, “Why?”
He has an aura, one that not many teenagers hold, one that sucks you in and demands answers but will swallow you whole if you are not careful.
My eyes race between his intense ones and my heart pounds. Okay, so I have two choices here. I could tell him that I’m not interested, that I don’t find him attractive which I know he will know is crap because he is right, I did feel the spark which did scared me. Or I could tell him the truth, that I’m already engaged to be married, that I plan on running away from said engagement and that my family won’t approve of him because of who he is, who his family is.
As if seeing my mind whirling, he raises a brow and demands, “The truth, buttercup!”
Damn, there is that nickname again.
“My father is the second in command of the senate,” I admit, going for the truth, and his eyes narrow when I finish, “My parents won’t approve of you, or the club, and they’ve already chosen the man I shall marry next year, and honestly, I’m not stupid, I’ve heard the rumors…”
“Oh yeah, and what rumors are they?” he asks curtly, and I tense at his tone.
I’ve had one too many men in my life, including my own mother, speak down to me. I won’t let someone whom I don’t even know do the same.
“I won’t be owned,” I say sharply as the woman behind the counter calls my name, and I stand and walk away from the man I do feel a connection with but refuse to look into.
I want to be free, and despite the sudden rush I feel when Logan's eyes are on me, I won’t give my freedom up for him.
“Thank you,” I say to the waitress as I take the bag from her, just as another hand comes up, one full of tattoos, and takes it, and I swallow my gasp that is wanting to come out and I glare at Logan.
He smiles softly and wraps his arm around my waist, shocking me, as he guides me out of the café and towards my car. My body follows suit while my mouth stays shut as electric volts rush through my body at his contact.
What the hell?
“Look, I’m sorry for my tone, so many rumors are going around about the club and I get my back up about them. I get it, overbearing parents and shit, but all I’m asking is for a chance, buttercup, just one chance to see if that spark is definitely there. I promise, I’ll keep the club outta it, we can keep our relationship secret if we get that far.” He whispers as he stops us by my car,and I look up at him, craning my neck as our eyes lock and mine race between his.
I feel safe, with his arms wrapped around me, I feel completely and utterly safe for the first time ever.
“I know it is scary,” he murmurs, “I know it’s sudden, but surely if you don’t try and see what is between us, you’ll regret it?”
My pulse thunders as my stomach tightens while my eyes race between his sincere ones as temptation pulls me.
“When?” I ask without thinking.
