Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
I do everything in my power not to tap my fingernails on the desk as I wait.
“So,” she finally says. “It looks as though the account was paid in full last Monday.”
“I didn’t make any payments on Monday,” I inform her.
Hold on… that's the day I was here with… "The payment was made by an L. Waters" she informs me, breaking into my thoughts.
“Oh, no,” I sigh.
That freaking big bastard. I could scream right now.
Why the hell did he go and do that? Anger instantly takes over me. I mean, does he think I’m some damsel in distress? Some kind of dim wit who can’t possibly look after herself and her brother. I’ve been doing just fine for the past eight years. I don’t need his charity.
“Is there any way you can undo it?” I ask. “That payment was made by mistake.”
“Sorry,” Kelly cringes, clearly picking up on something. “Once an account has been settled we can’t really return it.”
“Of course, sorry,” I say shaking my head in exasperation. That was a stupid question to ask. Of course, they aren’t going to refund an overdue account. How stupid was that? God, this man has me making an absolute fool out of myself. “I’ll, um… see you next week,” I tell her before heading back to Brendan’s room.
I say a quick goodbye but my head isn’t in it. I get myself out the door before Brendan has a chance to pick up on the fact that I’m about to absolutely lose my shit… again.
I get in my beat up little shit box and before I know it, I’m driving up the god damn longest driveway known to man.
I pull up outside the over-the-top mansion and slam the door of my car before storming up the stairs. My fist slams into the hard-wooden door over and over again. “Open the door, you big bastard,” I scream as tears spring to my eyes.
I scream and bang my fist until my hands are aching. The door finally opens and a wary Logan stands before me. “What’s wrong?” he asks in alarm as he takes in the tears streaming down my face.
I storm into him and slam my aching hands into his chest. “You had no right,” I yell. “I’m not some charity case who needs to be saved.”
“Shit,” he curses. “You know, then?”
“Of course, I fucking know,” I scoff. “Did you really expect me not to find out?”
“I was hoping,” he murmurs under his breath.
“Are you kidding me?” I question as I slam my hands into his chest again. “Is this some kind of game to you?”
“No,” he demands as he grabs my hands and slams me against the back of the door, caging me in. His dark eyes are fuming but they hold me hostage making it impossible to look away. “It’s not a game to me. I don’t see you as a charity and I know for damn sure you don’t need saving, you’re doing pretty fucking good on your own, so for once in your life just suck it up and accept it. You deserve the fucking world and I’m not about to let the woman I’m falling in love with go through that shit when I can do something about it.”
My breath comes hard as the tears continue to fall but the fight slowly starts to leave. “I’m so mad at you,” I tell him.
“I know,” he says as he fights to control his own breath. “I can live with that.”
Logan's forehead drops to mine as his thumbs come up to wipe away my tears. "You need to undo what you did," I tell him.
“I’m not going to do that,” he replies softly.
“But…,”
“No,” he says a little more firmly. “You’re an amazing woman, Elle, and I am so damn lucky to be able to call you mine but you need to learn to accept help when it’s staring you in the face. I know you would have managed on your own and you would have done an incredible job of it but I’m not going to sit back and watch you suffer when I can easily take all your troubles away.”
He presses his lips to mine and I instantly melt into him. My hands come up and I gently pull myself away. I look up into those intense eyes. “I don’t know how but I’ll pay you back,” I promise him.
“I don’t want you to,” he tells me in that smooth, dream-inducing voice. “I just want you to get your brother on his feet.”
I realise there’s no way he’s going to cave on this and no matter how much I don’t like it, I’m going to have to find a way to accept it. I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer before pressing my face into his chest. His hand wraps around me and holds me to him.