Olivia

For the life of me, my heart skipped a bit, but it wasn't someone from Logan's family who walked through the door. It's not like Logan and I are in some kind of secret relationship, although we do have a secret between us. Lisa came in with two cups of coffee, and I had completely forgotten that I had sent her to get them.

"Here's your sweet coffee, Mr. Logan," Lisa said, seemingly testing my patience with her emphasis on the sweetness.

"Thank you, Lisa," Logan replied, smiling as he raised the cup. The look they exchanged didn't sit well with me. As soon as Lisa was out of sight, I turned to Logan just as he was about to take a sip of his so-called sweet coffee.

"I want that," I blurted out, which wasn't what I had initially planned to say.

"You want what?" he asked, sounding uncertain if he had heard me correctly.

"Your sweet coffee."

"You must be joking," he chuckled. "You have yours. And you know drinking too much sugary stuff is not good for the baby."

I rolled my eyes at his remark. I know very well what's good for the baby. What does he even know about raising a baby? He won't be there when I'm battling with the pains and anxiety. I didn't utter a word and reached for my coffee, only for it to be snatched away by him. "What are you doing?"

"Thought you wanted mine?" he said with an amused smile playing on his lips. I bet he's enjoying getting on my nerves. I pulled my hand away, leaving the coffee in his possession, and stood up. "Enjoy them both."

The smile that was once on his face disappeared, replaced by a frown. "Why?"

Don't he get it? I closed my eyes and opened them again. "Because I don't want to," I said, not caring if my tone was harsh. "It's just that... I don't feel like talking to you again. I don't want to talk to anyone."

"You can go back to your office; we'll talk about this at home," I suggested. He reached out to hold my hand stopping me in my tracks. My eyes trailed from his hand holding mine back to his face. Something ran down my spine at his touch.

For a moment, I felt the warmth from his body. However, my thoughts were cut short by his voice. "I'm sorry."

My brows furrowed in question. "For?"

"You don't seem happy," he said. A smile broke at my lips without me even realizing it. He was still holding my hand. Somehow, I didn't want him to let go. "Who says so?"

He took a step forward, and my breathing almost caught in my throat at the close proximity. "You don't want my coffee," he stated, making me look at him. We stared at each other, and there was something about his eyes that held me, preventing me from pulling away. I never wanted it in the first place, I mumbled, barely recognizing my own voice. It was just a means of troubling him.

"Are you sure?" he said, his voice hushed, sending more shivers down my spine. If he took another step closer to me, my legs would give out. What the hell was I feeling beneath my heart? I needed to take a step back and maintain a distance, but I found myself glued to the spot with Logan boring his captivating eyes into mine.

"I... I don't have to be sure. It's not good for the body. You said it yourself."

And then, my stomach chose to embarrass me. Logan's eyes narrowed at me. Logan narrowed his eyes at me. "Did your stomach just make that sound?" he asked, a smile forming on his lips.

I recoiled, feeling the warmth I had once felt dissipate. "Feel free to laugh," I exclaimed, turning my face away. "As far as I know, it's not me" I always seem to do something that gives him a reason to tease me. Great, Olivia. Just great.

Logan chuckled, further fueling my irritation. I grabbed the water bottle I had been drinking from earlier and hurled it at him. "Get out!"

"Did you just throw a water bottle at me?" he asked, disbelief evident in his voice.

"Yes! And I'll do more!" I glanced around, searching for something else to use against him. My frustration was escalating.

My eyes landed on the flower vase he had given me the second time we met. I loved its fragrance and had placed it in a safe spot. But now, using it against its owner didn't seem like such a bad idea.

"Don't!" Logan grabbed my hands midair. "Let me go," I spat.

"Only if you drop this," he gestured toward the vase. I squinted at him. Did he think I would drop it just because he asked? No, I wouldn't.

Okay, maybe I will. I thought feeling his hand at the small of my back. I didn't realize when my grip around the vase loosened. Logan knew his touch had an effect on me. A smile, or rather a smirk, curved up his lips.

"Good girl. Now let's go," he said, making me look at him questioningly.

"To where?"

He picked up his phone from the counter. "I'm sure Lisa will be able to take care of the clinic while you're away. We're going out for lunch."

I would've declined and stayed back, but a part of me wanted to have the privilege of spending the day with Logan.

"I didn't say I want to eat with you," I retorted as I slid into the front seat of the car. It was a lie. I was only trying to be prideful.

"Oh really? Then why are you sitting in my car?" he replied.

"Well, I don't want you to feel bad about me rejecting your offer. You know, the renowned Logan Nero getting rejected for a lunch date."

Wait, Olivia... when did he say it's a lunch date?

Logan shook his head as he started the car's engine, while I turned my face toward the window, embarrassed by my own words. What would he think now?

Silence prevailed throughout the journey to the restaurant. I was still embarrassed by my own words.

When the car came to a halt, I lifted my face from gazing out the window. "You can breathe now," Logan said as he unlocked the car door.

What? Was he watching me all this while?

"What do you mean I should breathe?" I bombarded him, following him inside the restaurant, whose name I hadn't even checked. Logan stopped walking, causing me to bump into his chest. Embarrassment struck for the third time.

"I... " What was I saying before?

"Don't worry. I've got you," Logan whispered in my ear. If only he knew how his hoarse voice sent an unfamiliar shiver down my spine, how his touch ignited something in me, making me want more.

We glided our way inside the restaurant. It was quiet, like the afternoon itself. I wondered if Logan chose the place on purpose to avoid prying eyes. I didn't blame him for being cautious around me, but a part of me wanted him to be himself without feeling forced because of our situation

I tried to push those thoughts to the back of my mind as we took our seats and prepared to order. "So, what would you like to have today? I'm pretty sure it won't be shrimp and crabs, not after what you did to me yesterday," He remarked. I roller my eyes in return.

I realized that I hadn't thanked him for going through the hassle of getting the shrimps and crabs and also helping me cook them. "I'm actually not planning to eat much. And thank you for yesterday," I mumbled, casting my head down. "I was really out of it last night."

"Don't worry. It's nothing I can't handle. I'm used to it already," he replied.

I looked at him, furrowing my brows. "You're used to what?" I asked, seeking clarification.

"It's nothing. Let's eat first," he answered, offering a smile. But I couldn't help feeling skeptical about his words. His smile barely reached his eyes. Now that I took a closer look at him, I realized that I knew very little about the father of my baby. Apart from his family, I knew nothing about him personally.

Our food arrived, and we ate in almost complete silence. Each of us lost in our own thoughts. My mind was preoccupied with Logan. I had a sense that something was off with him, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It felt like he was putting up a facade to hide some inner turmoil. We finished our meal, and the steak was so delicious that I ended up ordering some to take away.

When we returned to the car, I turned to Logan and blurted out, "Let's tell them the truth."