Logan exited the shower, grabbing the tower he wrapped it around him waist. No more, his thoughts went on as he recalled what happened between him and Zoey. He wasn't going to allow her in again, she saw him cry, she'll never see that again.

Recalling, what happened yesterday.. Logan felt free in his mind about what happened, how he spoke few of his pains to Zoey.

Wapping at the surface of the mirror with his hand, his blurry image came into view. He could see it, death was stumped on his forehead like a tattoo. How? His thoughts raged on.

“How can she really love a dying man? That's impossible”, he thought on. Pity is all she felt towards him, he convinced himself as her stared at his reflection.

I must not get my hopes up, am dying anyway.....

     〜            Zoey            〜

Zoey was in the kitchen, dancing and cooking. Her hips swayed to the  rhythm of the beat, her ass jiggling a little in her pink workout shorts. She placed the stake on the plat in the middle of the counter as she continued to move.

The song ended then I ain't your mama by Jennifer Lopez sounded out of the speaker. She sang along dancing her rear end off to the beat. At the moment Logan was done with his shower and was on his way down he turned to see where the music coming from which was the kitchen that broke his training thoughts.

Walking slowly to the source, he peered into the kitchen making sure he not to make any sound. He watched as Zoey changed the song on her phone. Under the influence by Chris brown sounded out of her little Bluetooth speaker. " Oh yeah", Zoey said liking her choice. Logan watched as his wife danced, the way she moved made Logan feel a certain way. Zoey oblivious to Logan's presence, continued to shake her  rear end to the sexual song. She imaged dancing with Logan, she didn't stop herself. She knew he wouldn't, but she let herself feel anyway.

Hands landed on either side of her waist pulling her tinny frame into a hard chest.

" Oh my, if you going to dance like this before dinner I might choose to eat you instead.", Logan's voice was deep with subductive instations. Zoey's little show clearly did something to him.

Zoey's heart was beating like a drum in her chest. Logan's torso was against her back, his hands on her waist electrifying her body; her core throbbing. His words sent pleasure feels down her spine to every inch of her body.

" Well, this is a pleasant time to make my family's heir don't you think?"

Zoey gasped, her tummy churning as butterflies took flight in it. She was already turned on. But Logan is still Logan.

" Too bad I'd never want to enter you."

He said and took his seat at the table, acting like nothing happened.

~        Zoey        ~

"What was that for Logan?"

Zoey's angry voice rang through the kitchen, she didn't believe Logan could do that. Logan raised a brow at her in question as he stuffed his face with the delicious steak and greens Zoey lovingly prepared for him.

Zoey continued to glare daggers at Logan but he clearly wasn't barging. Throwing her hands into the air she picked up her things and retired to the living room leaving Logan alone in the kitchen.

            ~         Logan        ~

He watched as Zoey stomped out of the kitchen, angrily. He chuckled enjoying the view of her rear end jiggling in her shorts. He wanted her, but he was too much of a jerk to admit it. His pants felt tight with his arousal, Zoey had really done it. It was normal for men so he just ate his dinner minding his own business.

Though the thoughts of taking Zoey in bed kept poking at  his peace. “Why was she dancing? Was she trying to seduce me or pretend something didn't happen yesterday night.” Throwing the leftovers in the freezer he slammed the freezer door  behind him as he followed Zoey into the seating area.

Zoey was now doing workout on the floor, her pink yoga mat set out underneath her. She was on all fours, her elbows supporting her upper body giving her ass a lift. She extended one leg into the air lifting it up before bringing it back down.

"Twenty-six seconds left for the fire hydrant on the left side.", a voice rang out of the tiny pink speaker on the floor supporting her phone. Her eyes were glued to screen as she continued her work out. Logan's wondering eyes were stuck on her rear end and her tiny waist. As Zoey change her leg to continue the workout, her glutes shacked making Logan audibly gulp grabbing her attention.

He just stared at her, drinking her body in.

All this is happening because he saw her dancing. Now he saw her working out. She had a sports bra on that added to the sexy workout look making Logan's pants shrink more.

"Ah hello.", Zoey's voice finally cut through his concentration. She had stood from her position coming closer to Logan worried he might be in pain. She just looked at him, his expression void of any emotions.

"Logan? Are you okay?" She tried asking when he didn't move. " Should I call an ambulance? Is anyth---"

Her words got knocked out of her mouth when Logan slammed his lips on hers. He couldn't help it anymore he wanted to, he needed to. It was suddenly too hot and they both wanted thier clothes off. Zoey's short made a  ripping sound in Logan's tight grip. Gasping she pushed him off her.

He groaned before pulling her back to him. He didn't understand what he was feeling. The feeling was intense. Blinded by it he slammed Zoey's body into the wall they were next to; kissing her senselessly. Pining her arms over her head his hands roamed her exposed tummy. She moaned making him groan.

“Is this really happening? But I love Chrissy.” The thought made him break the heated kiss. He let go of Zoey taking a step away from her. Zoey was shocked, in the heat of the moment, Logan had torn her short and destroyed her bra clip.

He looked at Zoey with her hands holding her bra like her life depended on it.

"Am sorry,it wasn't supposed to happen like this."

〜         Zoey         〜

" Am sorry.", Logan said before storming out of the room like he was set ablaze.

She had no idea what to think of the situation, hell she didn't understand it. What she knew was Logan held the answers to her confusion. Without much thought she followed him up the stairs to his room. Luckily he had not locked his bedroom door so she entered without another thought. He was seated by his studying table staring at a photo in his hands.

" Chrissy I'm sorry.", he sniffed, crying softly, “Chrissy?” Zoey's heart sped up as she quietly stood there listening to Logan sob to a photo.

" I still love only you. I'm sorry I...", He trailed off when he caught Zoey staring at him in the shinny sides of the lamp stand. Tears were running down her face as she stared at Logan unable to comprehend his words. He immediately got to his feet, Zoey tightened her grip on her spots bra.

She silently watched as he closed the distance between their bodies. A hiccup escaped Zoey's mouth between sobs when she attempted to speak. How could she? How could she have not seen it? He was already in love with someone else. Zoey couldn't believe it.

" Zoey", Logan's voice called out to a dazed Zoey. He placed a hand on his shoulder and she flinched. It's like his mare touch brought her pain. Clenching her eyes close tightly she let him lay his hand on her shoulder.

"I guess you have known that I love someone else, I didn't mean to kiss you then, I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself,I  can't betray her.  She's the love of my life", Zoey gasped opening her eyes to look at Logan. She could tell he was telling the truth, his gaze locked on the photo.

"How? When?" Zoey asked.

"Something happened but we both still very in love with each other". Taking his glossy eyes off the picture he peered at Zoey's watery smile. Despite the tears falling from her eyes Zoey tried to stay strong.

Logan was confused but showed Zoey the picture anyway. "Her name is Chrissy."

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Zoey locked herself in her room the next day. Her bed was full of tissues her eyes slightly swollen. She was heart broken and she surely didn't want to face Logan.

He had done things to her that no man dared to. The kiss still stuck on her mind, from him touching her to the feel of his lips. She was surely a fool.

"Her name is Chrissy."

The words rang through Zoey's mind as her sobbing escalated. She didn't even care if it was a school day, she just wanted to be alone.

A knock sounded at the door but she stayed quiet. Her eyes felt havy and finally sleep clamed her.

Later in the evening she decided it was enough crying for the day. She got up and took a shower, remembering Logan's credit card, she smirked.

After getting ready with make up and everything she exited her room. She was in a tight short lacy black dress with matching heels that had a gold base. The dress showed off all her curves, leaving to little to the imagination. In other words if she was going to impersonate a whore,she was surely going the right way.

Grabbing the car keys, she tagged at the door handle. The night breeze beat against her skin as she made her way to the black Mercedes parked up front. Taking a seat in the driver's seat she dropped her purse on the passenger seat before igniting the car.

It was going to be a lovely night, she thought winking at herself in the side mirror of her seats door.