This chapter is dedicated to missamieeo and Cs3ng3 for being hilarious as Fuck and making me get down to this chapter so quickly. Especially missamieeo girl, I present your baby boy to you. 😁😁😁

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Today was not a day for smoking.

Alcohol? Yes, but Logan chose to refrain from taking in his usual hobby. After a few bottles of beer and hanging around a few friends, he was resigned for the day already.

He would have stayed a few more hours, if only his eyes had not caught the brown haired girl from last week. She had clumsily walked into the bar, wearing a black cropped top that left a great deal of her stomach exposed, and jean shorts. Her eyes searched through the heads seated at the bar, and it was a miracle Logan had spotted her first. Before her eyes could meet his, he smoothly snuck out of the bar and into the cold dark night.

His house wasn't so far away from the club, and most times after smoking or drinking, he would just walk down home. Tonight, all the street lights were turned on and it was a bit windy outside, he could hear the crackle of thunder resound in the distance and at once, he knew it was going to rain any time soon.

Tonight wasn't the first time he had snuck out because of that girl, for a week straight, ever since the day she had promised to make him pay for setting her ovaries on fire, she had never failed for once to visit the club. Deep down, Logan wished she would just give up already and stopped wasting her time.

He loved fucking, but that didn't mean he fucked every girl or woman he saw, he tried his best not to encounter women that wanted more than just sex. All he wanted was pleasure, at least in this point of his life, that's all he needed.

As he walked along the pedestrian lane, he felt something or someone behind him, it's like he was being followed. But whoever was following him was in a car.

Definitely not kidnappers or robbers, he could tell, and for fucks sake, who would want to kidnap him? He chuckled as he weighed the odds. First, he wasn't rich. Second, he would beat the hell out of anyone who tried to, that's if they weren't armed.  Third, no one would pay his ransom even if he did get kidnapped. Fourth, he ran away from home when he was eighteen and none of his family members knew of his whereabouts. Fifth, he didn't even know his daddy!

But maybe the kidnappers weren't after money, maybe it was the rich husband to one of the women he had screwed. Damn, did married women love him.

All these were just stupid thoughts to Logan, so he didn't let it bother him and kept on walking and enjoying the cool breeze even as the car stopped right behind him.

Finally, curiosity got the better part of him. He turned to face whoever his stalker was, the blinding light from the car's headlight made it almost impossible to see who sat behind the steering wheel, so he hunched his back and squinted his eyes past the glass shield.

It was a woman. Blonde wavy short hair with a firm face, there was something about the look in her eyes that he recognized.  She was staring deeply at him, like she was trying to figure something out about him. Her eyes roamed his body, from the sole of his feet to the crown of his head, but most times, her glance lingered on his tattoos.

With one clear look at her, he could easily recognize her. How could he forget the only woman that had given him the most fucked up look he had ever seen in his twenty-four years of living. It still gave him nightmares.

He smirked, standing straight, before he spoke, "What the fuck is wrong with you and the staring?"

Her eyes brightened in a kind of revelation. The sky gave a loud bang, and then wailed down on them.

Well, this was gonna be fun.

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Horns blared past them, cars drove ahead, the traffic lights changed signals, the sky remained dark and Emily found herself staring blankly at the man before her. She remembered him. The hookah dude.

That was the name she had agreed to call him the first time she saw him a week ago. Immediately he had said those ten words to her, the heavens opened and rain drops filled the earth.

She stepped her foot on the clutch pedal and made to drive off, but her eyes just couldn't look away from the crazy man who stood under the rain while staring at her.

He could find his way home of course, and Emily could drive home safely in the comfort and protection of her car, but her eyes remained on him, the rain  slowly seeped into his casual wears and left him drenched, but he didn't seem to mind. He wasn't even surprised when the rain started.

Why wasn't he running his lazy ass home?!

Emily frowned, but another thought occupied her head. Why did she care if he went home or got soaked by the rain?  He was the one going to fall sick, not her.

She heard her phone ring and just for a second, she looked down at it and found Christian's name dancing on her screen again. As she contemplated picking it, the passenger door flung open and she felt a figure seat beside her.

She noticed the water from his clothes drip down and wet her seat, before her eyes rose up to meet with his.

Her face contoured into a look of repugnance, the water from his face ran down in patters and went down in tiny drip-drops.

Even the slightest look of fear or apology was not visible on his face. He just shrugged his shoulders and for the first time, Emily heard his voice.

"What? You left your car open. Not my fault."

The first thought that flashed through Emily's mind at that point was that whoever this man was, he had the voice, sinful enough to get her wet.

She had never thought that hearing a man speak only, could get her stomach churning. She had heard lots of male voices all her life, she did business with powerful men, but none as this simple looking man's own.

His voice was smoothly rough, arousing and sultry. The thick Irish accent in his pronunciation didn't fail to escape Emily's ears, though he tried his best to sound American.

For a minute, she did nothing but stare at him. Now that he was in a closer position to her, she could see his facial features perfectly well.

His hair was dark, not like midnight, but extremely dark, black could be the word for it too. It had become wet from the rain and hung limply around his face. It fell against his forehead, giving him that just out of the shower sexy kinda look. His eyes were brown. Dark brown that had a different glow to it.

She found herself looking down at the tattooed hand in her view, though the half sleeve of his shirt covered the others. They were fascinating, characterized by bold black loops, swirls, and hooks to depict certain images, she could make out circular curves and a crafted arrow-like pattern that ran from a lotus flower down to his wrist. She had no idea what any of the signs meant, her eyes could only mark them as a bunch of inked rubbish.

"You like them?" he pronounced the word "like" in a way similar to "oi," as in "oil." Damn sexy accent.

Her gaze ran back up to him as she felt her cheeks heat up. She regained her composure and cleared her throat.

"Get out."

An eerie silence was welcomed into their midst and just the sound of the rain beating against the car, filled their ears.

"It's raining."

Emily could not deny that his voice did strange things to her. For a second, she could imagine him telling her to suck his cock dry.

She shook her head instantly, like as if by doing that, she could sweep the image of that lustful thought away.

"Do I look like I give a fuck?" she questioned and he grinned. She wondered what was wrong with the crazy man.

"Naw. You don't look like you give a fuck, but you look like you want to be fucked."

A low gasp almost escaped from Emily's mouth. She could feel the moisture wetting her panties and she tightened her grip on the wheel.

He was crazy, no doubt. What kind of a person said such nasty words to a lady on the first time talking to her? What kind of lunatic jumped into a woman's car on a late rainy night?!

"You are crazy. Do not let me call the police, get out of my car already." Emily tried to sound as fierce as she could, but the sarcastic look on Mr hookah dude, told her that she was doing a terrible job at it.

"Fine. Call them."

Logan sounded so calm, he adjusted his back and leaned against the chair in a more comfortable position,  transferring most of his dampness onto the poor car seat.

If this was business, Emily would know absolutely what to do, but right now, her mind was blank. She fought with the idea of grabbing her phone to dial 911.

And just as if in sync with her thoughts, her phone lit up again and Christian's name flashed across her screen. Emily felt her irritation reach the highest pitch. First of all, she had in her car, a psycho man who had the ability to get her wet just by talking, and on the other side, she had an over caring fiance killing her battery with his calls.

She cursed silently as she turned the phone off. Logan's eyes stayed on her the whole time.

"Boyfriend?"

"None of your business. Look here mister, if you don't get out of my car this moment, I'll drive off and I don't care if you can't get to your house tonight."

"Ah! Great thing, you'll be taking me to yours then." Logan smirked.

Emily sighed feeling frustrated, he was speaking the truth. She pressed her forefinger to her creased head and rubbed smoothly on it.

"What do you want? Money?"

Those honey coloured eyes bore amusement in them at her words.

"How much can you give me?" he smiled.

He was playing with her, Emily knew it. Without saying a word further, she slammed her foot on the gas and sped off.

Fuck it if he found out where she lived.

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She didn't drive to her house, or his house, instead she turned the car around and drove back to the club.

The increasing rain outside made it quite impossible for people to get out of X hale, especially those who didn't have cars.

She parked a few metres away from the entrance of the club doors, both of them remained in the car, not saying a word to each other, until Emily broke the silence.

"Well, won't you get out now? I suppose you're accustomed to this club."

"Won't you go in with me?" he grinned and Emily's insides reacted deeply to it.

"You are seriously getting on my nerves mister, get the Fuck out!"

This time, she wasn't joking, the man was honestly driving her crazy. He probably had not met a woman like her before, and if he didn't get off her car that moment, she was going to show him what she was made of.

Surprisingly enough, he didn't retaliate. Instead, he held up his hands in defeat, with a smug smile plastered on his face.

"Fine. I'll get off now. But I must say, it was a pleasure to see you get all worked up. There's something special about you, now I'm not talking about your princess bratty attitudes, I'm referring to the wildness in you. And by the way, I can so smell your arousal from here. If you ever need my help in getting you all worked up again, you can find me here, and next time, my mouth wouldn't be the one doing the work, well, the only work it'd be doing is eating your little cunt."

With that said, he flung the door open for the second time that night and ran out, into the rain before getting under the shelter of the building and disappearing inside.

It would sound as an exaggeration, but Emily could swear that she felt her pant get completely drenched.

Her eyes darted back and forth, from where he had run into, contemplating on the thought of running after him and telling him to complete the job he had started, but then, that would be very cheap of her. She was Emily Gaines, the woman men bowed to, she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had truly made her wet.

She grabbed her phone, turned it on and dialed Christian's number. Immediately he picked it up, she groaned into the line.

"I need you. I'll meet you at my house."

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Song for the chapter :

Chris Brown - Pills and automobiles.
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Word count : 2,226.

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Do you really? 🙄🙄 Emily do you really fucking need Christian? 😏😐 *sigh*

Btw, sorry girls, no sex yet. I just couldn't see how it'd work, but I hope this is fine though 😁😁