Violet Rose,
the definition of perfect as she grew up in a family with fame obsessed parents. Never has it been easy for her, publishing her own first book at seventeen, her parents wanting her to get married at twenty three.
But what if there's a m...
Heellooo. Here with a new chapter and let me tell, it's a lot. So many things going on in this one, I can't even. I really hope you're going to enjoy reading and maybe even comment or vote. I would be really grateful. I wish you guys a lot of fun with chapter 17 babes<3
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Violet Rose:
I never had the time to process my own thoughts as Logan just kept dancing with me some more. I don't like this. I'm not supposed to fall for him. We made a rule about no attachment and no falling in love, so what the fuck am I doing? If I can't fall for him, then why does my heart skip a beat every time he touches me even only the slightest bit?
He only spends time with me to please my parents, he doesn't want anything from me. Why do I always have to get attached? Like I said, he's three years older than me and doesn't need me in his life. God, I hate myself for having a crush on him, but honestly how can you not?
The way his black hair lays all messed up on his head, his dark eyes that can either kill you or make you melt on the spot. No seriously if looks could kill, I would have died at least three times already since I met him. The ink crawling up his whole body and every time he stretches his waistband is visible as his muscles are always flexed. His giant body that makes me feel so damn safe and comfortable.
Like actually, I don't think that anyone has ever made me feel so safe around them. But it's pretty easy around him, if I'm honest. Even if he's basically a scary giant that could literally step on you, I trust him. I know he'd never actually lie to me, he wouldn't do such thing.
Often people talk about how he seems so rude and mean, honestly he is, but I guess he acts different around me. I just know that every time something happens to me I can count on Logan. Lately he has always been there for me and I'm grateful for that. He saved me from the guy on the day of my signing event and I appreciate him helping me out.
He's helping me get over my parents stupid comments and doesn't even realize it. For fucks sake, I have a crush on Logan Reat.
"You look thirsty." he chuckles after we've been dancing for what felt like forever. I loved it though. "My heels hurt." I whine sitting down on a chair at the bar, causing his lips to tilt up even more as he takes a sip of his drink. "The heels look good though." he shrugs and I nod, huffing. "I know." why do the best looking heels always hurt the most though?
I cross my arms on the bar and lay my head in between them, closing my eyes. Don't get me wrong, I'm actually loving this night but hell, I'm tired.
I hear Logan let out a quiet laugh and soon feel him rub my back. I let out a sigh, I could get used to people rubbing my back. "Do you want to go to a quieter place?" Logan leans towards my ear, talking over the music, his hand still on my back and I nod. He takes my hand in his and leads me to some hall in the back where the music can still be heard, but it isn't as loud.
I look up at him and take in his features. His sharp jawline, the beard he shaved but the small stubble on his face making him look mighty fine. His long thick eyelashes and the dark black eyes. Fuck me sideways...
