Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 42

"Here we are." Logan mumbles, kissing me on the forehead.

Here we were. Back home to our house with the identical shutters. Back home to the neighborhood filled with miserable teenagers.

I missed Vegas already. Not because of the gambling, although Logan and his fake I.D did win us a good 500 bucks. The boy had many talents.

After we got home from the chapel and were officially married, we didn't leave the bedroom until five ocklock the next evening.

We didn't sleep either.

Again, the boy had many talents.

But that night we went to the casino. Logan was dead set that we would be shameful if we didn't gamble even a few dollars while we were in the gambling capital of the world.

I want for it at first, considering it was illegal.

But like usual, Logan ensured that it was completely fine. He apparently made me a fake I.D. too. I don't know where he got the picture, and I held off from asking.

The night was fun. I got pretty wasted, though. Logan doesn't drink much, so he stayed sober. I still haven't heard the end of how much I was "all over him".

I don't seem to remember that, although most of the time I am in fact all over him, so I wouldn't be surprised if drunken Katherine loved Logan Chambers body like I did.

So we gambled. And Lo is surprisingly good at poker. Winning 500 bucks in just a game. I made him leave after that.

So we went back to the hotel, and we didn't sleep much that night either.

Then we went on a plane, and yes, Logan convinced me to have sex with him in the plane bathroom.

It was horribly disgusting and I was really just laughing the whole time. But, it was something crazy we needed to do just to say we did.

And let's be honest, he's Logan.

We were acting a little bit like sex-crazed rabbits. But, can you blame us? We were caught in the middle of an extremely stressful yet ironically beneficial situation, and we loved each other.

Then, here we are. Home sweet home.

I walk towards the door, Logan a few paces ahead of me already. He unlocks the door and holds it open for me.

Stepping inside, I'm greeted with a huge hug from my mother.

Oh yes, I kept forgetting, my mother was staying at our house this weekend.

I still didn't fully understand why.

"Hello Mother. I hope you enjoyed your stay." I say courtly, with a fake smile plastered onto my face.

She was not what I wanted to come home to. And no, it's not that I hated my mother. She was always very busy working for the past 17 years. Both her and my father worked for a fancy pants company that was much more important then raising a child.

And recently, since Logan became a part of my life, I can't say I like the way she's been looking at him like he's a piece of meat.

My mother didn't have a filter. And not in a confident and independent woman way. In a rude way.

"Fantastic dear, your bed is so comfortable. Lord knows how the state afforded those for all of you teenagers." She smiles at me, then redirects her gaze to Logan.

"Hi sweetheart, how was Vegas?" She pulls him into a hug next, which he uncomfortably stands through, a weird look resembling constipation on his face.