Olivia

"Listen, ladies." I clapped my hands together, gaining the attention of Amelia and Sarah. We were seated on the suite balcony, having a group tea after finishing one of the best meals at the restaurant. The two ladies couldn't resist teasing me relentlessly about the amount of food I had eaten. Don't blame me; I wasn't having the massive appetite for myself alone. I have another life growing inside me.

Nevertheless, the teasing from Amelia and Sarah was nothing compared to the way Logan had handled the situation. I felt like the ground should have swallowed me whole. He was the one who had initiated that I eat plenty, even feeding me in the presence of the family. I know we're not doing anything wrong, but he could've at least hidden his pleasure. "By the looks of the atmosphere earlier, the family are enjoying themselves," I said.

Sarah took a sip of her tea and leaned back. "I hope so. Did you see the way Father was all calm? He even made small talk with Quinn and Molly, which is rare."

I had noticed that too. The man might be a man of few words, but he was trying to get along. Although at the end of the meal, he still brought up work-related matters to the men, but that wouldn't stop us from enjoying the days. "You're right. Which is why we shouldn't let our guards down. We should start implementing our next plan," I confessed.

"You mean getting them laid?"

"Sarah!" Amelia chimed in, speaking up for the first time since we sat down. "Are you that desperate to have sex?"

Sarah's eyes darted left to right. "Not really, but what's the need for dragging it? The earlier, the better," she said, a grin appearing on her lips. I shook my head at Sarah's never-ending playful antics.

"No one is stopping you from having sex with Bernard. But we are talking about a serious matter. We can't stop them from talking about work-related matters here. Who knows, they might be in a meeting with Father right now. Which is why we need to come up with activities that will make us busy," I explained.

"Olivia is right. We might be here having our time while they're there talking about work. The activities are what will solve our problems. What will you suggest, Olivia?" Amelia asked, leaning forward.

"I have an idea," I uttered, a smile curving up at my lips. "We are using Father this time around." The two stared at me in confusion, not understanding where my words were heading.

"We'll make a list of places we'll visit. We have a tour guide to take us around. We'll play games, go hiking, take a short trip to other neighboring places. That will take their attention off any work-related matters. Father will be our leader."

The two burst out laughing. "Father? Leader? That man will not agree. Remember he's not here because he wants to."

"He will eventually like the idea. We haven't tried to know whether it will work or not." I was confident enough about all this. Amelia and Sarah might think of my idea as a joke, but I knew we'd get Father on board. I was going to do that.

"Let's just go with our plan and leave the matter of giving Father the leader." Amelia said.

"You guys don't trust that I can make him?" I questioned, lifting my brows. Their smiles faded, seeing the expression on my face.

"You would?" Sarah asked. I nodded my head. "Trust me, I will. You guys should know how stubborn I am at this stage."

"Indeed. I can't wait to see who your baby will take after when it's born. You or Logan. Because that man has a naughty side to him. And you are stubborn." I chuckled in return, liking their compliments. I wouldn't really mind if my baby, whether a boy or a girl, took after me. I wouldn't want my son or daughter to be naughty, but for the stubborn part, we can manage.

"She literally has Logan wrapped around her little finger. The guy has no shame, showing his love in front of us. Poor us trying to tame our workaholic husbands." Amelia faked being hurt. That made my grin widen.

"Okay, girls, let's wrap up our meeting, please. Let's write out the trip plan, then we'll break the news to them later," I said.

The two pushed forward, and we continued working on making our plan a success. If they asked me how to make Father the leader of the trip, I had no idea, but I knew I could make it happen.

**

Our meeting had finally ended, and everyone retired to their rooms. I made my way towards ours. My steps halted as I saw the scene before me: Logan exercising. I closed the door behind me. "What's with the exercise in the daylight?" I said, stopping in front of him. Logan was doing push-ups.

"I'm keeping in shape." Keeping in shape? When did that start? I had never seen him go to a gym or exercise at home. He already had the perfect body, if I may add. Him exercising out of the blue now raised an alarm.

He did some push-ups before sitting up. I didn't fail to notice how his biceps flexed and the sweat dripping from his naked chest made me flush and feel an electric spark between my legs. Damn!

Logan wiped the sweat off his forehead and reached for the water bottle. He gulped down its contents in one go. "I heard there are beautiful women in this hotel," he said, tossing the bottle away. So that was the reason why he was exercising out of the blue and in the daylight?

"What does that have to do with you exercising?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest.

Logan leaned his back against the vanity mirror, a smile, or rather a smirk, occupying his features. "I met one earlier. So I'm building my body so she'll find me more attractive when we meet next time."

I gulped down my saliva as a way of hiding my annoyance and possibly jealousy. He had the nerve to mention another woman in front of me, and worse, to even look at another woman who wasn't me. I forced a smile. "Oh, is that so? That's a good thing. I'm sure whoever that beautiful lady is, was lucky to meet the attractive Logan Nero." I emphasized the word 'attractive.'

"Are you jealous?"

"Me? Jealous?" I fanned myself to maintain my composure. "Why would I be?" I pushed, walking up to him. The space left between me and him was barely two inches.

"If you want to have your eyes on another woman, who am I to stop you? It's a good thing. Keep it up." I said in an attempt not to show how seething I was inside. Logan was making it worse by stretching his arms around.

"I have a feeling I won't only meet that woman again, but I will attract more beautiful women."

This time, he succeeded in triggering my jealousy. "Suits you well!" I retorted, storming towards the wardrobe, though I had no idea why I was even standing there.

"I think I should also work on my skin. My skin tone is slightly darker," he muttered, a statement I overheard. He was touching his cheeks as I stole glances his way.

"You don't only look darker, you look ugly. There's nothing attractive there. I'm sure the woman who looks your way has a bad taste in men." I fired back, not holding back. What was with him trying to get me worked up at this hour of the afternoon?

I heard his footsteps approaching me, and I pretended to be looking for something inside the wardrobe, even though I had no idea what I was searching for. "I like it when my wife is wild with jealousy," he whispered in my ear, sending a familiar shiver down my spine.

"You're wrong. I'm not jealous. Extramarital affairs suit you," I whispered back, my eyes still scanning the wardrobe. What the hell was I doing? I needed to move.

Logan snaked his strong hands around my tummy carefully and spun me around. Suddenly, I felt my eyes watering. "Let go of me," I said with a crack in my voice, although it was a lie. I wanted him to hold me as tightly as he could. I was only playing hard to get.

"You should know I have my eyes only on you." Logan hushed out, circling his other hand around my waist and pulling me closer to his body. Due to that position, I had to wrap mine around his waist, his naked chest tempting me to have my way with them. To touch every inch of his body. But I was still going to play hard to get.

"But-" He was quick in cutting me off.

"No buts. I was only pulling your leg. I won't even by mistake have an affair with another woman. You are everything to me, Olivia. You have made life meaningful with your kind and honest soul. I would be a fool to take advantage of that. I love you so much, Olivia." I didn't know when the tears I had been holding back made their way out.

"Damn! And now you're crying. Don't make me emotional too. I hate to see tears in your eyes." He cupped my face with both his palms and caressed my cheeks, wiping away the tears that had already threatened to escape and more that were coming. I melted in his touch.

"You're my world too, Logan." I broke through the silence, making him pause his actions. I guess it was time to let him know how much he meant to me. I reached for his hand and placed it on my beating chest. "Can you feel the racing of my heart?"

"How it's thumping loudly inside its ribcage. This rhythm beats for you, Logan. Promise me you won't leave me, no matter the circumstances, because my life is meaningless without you." As I let the words out, the beating of my heart quickened even more. I knew Logan could feel it. His palm was still resting on my chest.

"I promise you, Olivia. I won't ever leave you. No matter the circumstances. I'm yours, and you're mine." He confessed, the intensity of his words visible enough. In that moment, wrapped up in his arms, I knew we were in for a forever ride.

"I love you."  I finally muffled out, and a smile occupied his face. "I love you more." We rested our foreheads against each other once again, savoring the moment of our bodies pressed against each other and our hearts intertwined together.

"How did you get this scar?" I broke the silence, noticing the large mark around his abdomen. Logan pulled away, not before placing a kiss on my forehead.

"It happened a long time ago," he said, pulling my hand and leading us to the bed. "I will tell you how I got them." I had to hold in my breath at his statement. This was the first time Logan willingly agreed to tell me a story of his past, and I was very much ready to discover everything.