This part is a continuation of chapter 16. It was just too long I decided to split it into two parts.

Not for the faint of heart. Mature content ahead.

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Here's what I didn't get while he and I walked to his car. Why the bloody hell did he look so angry? I was the victim as far as victims go. I was the one supposed to be angry since he basically abducted me out of my first-time nightclub experience, but there we were, me in front, him behind like he was trying to prevent any attempt at escaping I might have had.

Only once we were completely out and further away from the entrance did he overtake me without so much as a glance, galloped his way to his car, opened his door, got in, and proceeded to switch it on.

I had to roll my eyes at his display of bipolar disorder. Still, I followed and got in the car none the less, and the journey back to my house began. Silently.

"Hey, you missed the turn to my street."

That was me exclaiming for the first time after driving for nearly twenty-five minutes without speaking, only to see the turn to my street pass by behind us without him taking it.

"I'm not taking you to your house."

He didn't even bother turning his head towards me as he declared he was quite possibly kidnapping me.

"We need to get that hand of yours cleaned."

Oh!

Wait, what? My head spun to the side of my hand only to see a considerable hand-print and some bruises around the place where the other guy had grabbed me.

"Oh my God, I haven't even seen this." Turning my hand this way, and that way, I tried to assess the damage done to me. He didn't bother to answer. In fact, he didn't say anything else the whole way to wherever he was taking me and knowing him, I decided to keep quiet as well.

Finally, after another agonizing long silence, Logan slowed down the car and parked in front of a jaw-dropping two-story house. When I say jaw-dropping, I'm not even exaggerating I swear. The house was just perfect. Bright, like it was welcoming everybody to watch. The front porch was huge enough to fit another house but still very well maintained. The whole ground had well-trimmed grass, save for two different stone paths on either side of the entrance creating some sort of an over shape on the ground.

"This is your house?"

He threw me a look with just a little turn of his head as if he was wondering what was so special about it.

"Yeah, come on, let's go."

I followed him through the stone path and in front of his front door. There, he fished out his house key from his pocket and opened the door. My eyes never stopped roaming around, taking in the details of every corner of the house that I could see.

"After you," he said, tipping his head towards the open door.

I took a step inside, and oh man, I think from the external I should have expected the interior to be twice as much if not more beautiful. Modern, I think is the word. Everything was so modernized with dark plush sofas and plush carpets. The organization of everything inside was definitely made by a professional interior designer. Not a single thing was out of place.

Logan led me to what I would describe as a sitting area, showed me where to sit then without another word, disappeared through a set of double doors leaving my curious eyes to wander around, and boy did I wander. I took in the information of every corner like a hacker on a mission.

The fireplace tucked on the corner of the wall really pricked my interest. particularly the huge portrait hanging on top of it. There were a lot of other pictures and art hanging on the walls in different areas, but this one was different.

At first glance, I knew those must be Logan's parents.

At least that explained where he got his looks from.

The woman on the picture was without a doubt a beauty to be reconciled with. Her pixie-cut hairstyle brought forth the shape of her face like top hairstylists had sat together, and come up with the style that would suit her in ways nothing else could. Her hair was jet black, and her eyes big and dark. Beautiful.

The man, on the other hand, looked strong and sharp. His eyes looked like it could cut through steel considering they were the same exact color as Logan, except he's looked a bit more intense if that was even possible. Overall, they were a beautiful couple. A power couple.

When Logan came back, in his hands he had a towel, a bowl of water along with some disinfectants, and some plasters. Without saying a thing, he strode to where I sat and put what he had on his hands down closer to my legs before he dropped down on his knees right in front of me and proceeded on taking my bruised hand on his hands and started to inspect it.

I didn't think it would have been a big deal. After all, he was just trying to help, but for reasons I couldn't explain, I felt uncomfortable especially with him being too close to my bare thighs.

"Um, maybe I can just do it myself?"

He looked up from my hand, glared at me, then went back to inspect my hand.

Soon after, he dipped the towel on the water then slowly wiped on the injured area. I hissed in pain as soon as the tower grazed my skin. The speed on which Logan removed the towel was almost funny. As if he had come in contact with fire or something.

"Are you okay?"

"It hurts."

He nodded then went back to wiping with as much care as possible. The concern he had on his face, the care he was showing me, I just never saw this side of Logan before. I was astonished by how he handled my arm. In fact, I was astonished by how he was handling everything.

Slowly, the fact he was this close, began to take serious roots, and the way his black curls seemed to have been hiding his eyes away from me seemed to almost be compelling me to try and swipe his strands away. My cheeks heated, my heart started pounding a bit faster, and the atmosphere seemed to have gotten hotter.

'Ahem,' I cleared my throat. I decided to distract myself with some other questions before my wandering mind could take me places I wasn't sure how to deal with.

"Are those your parents?" I asked, pointing with my head at the picture on top of the fireplace.

He looked to where I was looking and his eyes lingered there for maybe a tad bit too long, and I should have definitely picked up on that but I didn't before he bobbed his head and went back to working on my hand.

"Okay," I said, "I guess they are sleeping at this time?"

"In a way, yeah. They passed away three years ago, a car accident. It's just my sister and me here."

Crap! I didn't see that coming.

Way to go, Amelia.

"Oh my God, Logan, I am so sorry. I didn't know."

"Don't worry about it. It was a long time ago." He picked up the water bowl and stood up. "There, all done," he said before he turned around and left. Disappearing right back to the same double doors he disappeared to before.

He left me there to mull over that piece of new information that got me to understand a little bit more about the hot, quiet, and mysterious guy that I think without my knowledge had somehow crawled under my skin and took a residence there.

"Thank you for my arm," I said when Logan came back.

He gave me a curt nod and extended his hand towards me. "Come on. I'll take you home."

Okay, so, I swear I did not plan on tripping on my own legs and went crushing on his chest in some sort of mundane attempt at whatever it is you may think. It was totally coincidence but that's what happened. The moment Logan pulled me up, I stumbled forward and hit myself against his chest and him being a gentleman or whatever, he held on to me.

Whack!

"Oh God, I am so sorry," I said as I peered up at him.

Here's the thing though. His chest muscles underneath his T-shirt tensed where my hands were resting. When he glanced down at me, for a second, just a second, my heart stopped beating.

We were so close to each other that if one of us decide to move a little further, our lips would collide.

The more our eyes locked on each other without any words spoken between us like we knew we didn't need any words; my mouth became drier and drier. That second, that split second, I hoped he would lean in further towards me.

Something had changed between us and we knew it.

Without any warning, my breathing started going haywire, my heart pounded even faster, and a weird sensation tingled between my legs. I swallowed. Whatever the feeling was, it was totally new to me, and it was absolutely euphoric.

As if Logan noticed whatever it was I felt, he tightened his hold on my hand and with his other hand, reached down my waist and pulled me closer to his chest.

My muscles tightened, my breath hitched, and my heart started pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it just as much as I did. Warmth spread through my entire body, and my fingers curled in anticipation. The feeling of ecstasy was boiling within me. I almost yelped in pleasure.

Logan's eyes danced to my lips for a split second, then back to my eyes, then right back to my lips. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down on this throat, and I could hear his breathing accelerating.

I couldn't take the wait anymore. I wanted to feel his lips on mine and the longer he took to do what my heart desired felt like an eternity of misery.

"Logan," I whispered his name, barely audible. His intense eyes looked back to mine before he parted his lips to allow a small part of his tongue to wet his lower lip. I couldn't help myself but stare at that action. It might have been a small action, but my whole body spasmed from it as I thought about how it would feel like for that tongue to do that to my lips instead. I lost it. Tightening my hold on his hand, I closed my eyes, reached up, and closed the distance between our lips.

That action must have surprised both of us because we both pulled back for a second. Logan looked at me, searching my face. He seemed to have found what he was looking for because he crashed his lips right back to mine again - only this time hungrier, almost desperate.

He deepened the kiss by pulling me closer to his toned body. I felt a brush of his tongue on my lips asking for more access, so I gave it to him. I parted my lips, allowing entry for his tongue to penetrate.

Just like I anticipated, his tongue was magical. Sweet. Cold and warm.

While his tongue danced with mine, his hands reached down and picked me up without breaking the kiss. He supported my weight by pressing his hands underneath my now almost bare thigh due to the short dress I wore. Immediately, I snaked my legs around his waist as we continued to devour each other. My hands had a mind of its own. They were everywhere. Busy touching his hair, his face, anywhere they could manage to reach.

Logan sat us down on the same sofa I was just sitting with me straddling him. He let go of my lips and moved on to my neck: kissing and nibbling. I gasped and moaned out loud. My hands, on reflex, clutched his hair and pulled him closer. He snaked his strong hands around my small waist and pulled me closer to his crotch. I whimpered out of sheer pleasure from the way his hardness grazed my most tender part. When I moaned out loud again, Logan let go of my neck and clasped his lips to mine to catch the moans I was letting out. He kissed me, hard, and I kissed him back, just as hard.

When the kiss ended, we were both out of breath. We stayed like that looking at each other, breathing in and out for what felt like hours, neither of us moving nor saying a single word.

My common sense must have started coming back to me because just then, I realized what an awkward position we were in.

"Um, Ahem," I cleared my throat. "I'm sorry I-I should, um..." I Pointed my thumb toward the door. "Yeah, I should go home," I said as I climbed down from his waist.

"Err." He scratched the side of his head. "Yeah, Sure. I'll, um... I'll drive you. Just give me a sec."

The action of him scratching his head brought my attention to his wild hair. Realizing I was the cause of that, I flushed red like a tomato. Turning my face away to hide my blush, I said only one word.

"Okay."