*𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃*
After a short-lived marriage with the cold and arrogant billionaire Ronin Logan, Carmen Price is eager for a break. Her attempt to unwind leads her to another wealthy billionaire, Simon Walsh. Little does she know...
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The moment Erik Logan stepped out of Carmen's suite, he hadn't expected to come face to face with an annoyed Ronin Logan, and before any explanation or any word at all could be exchanged, Ronin grabbed Erik by the lapel of his suit and dragged him down the long corridor, into the elevator, and across the upper deck once they made it to the closest one.
Despite the side of his body still feeling like someone had stabbed him all over again, Ronin gave a hard thrust to his older brother in the chest and scowled. The rough ocean breeze whipped his hair to one side.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Now, annoyed, too, Erik straightened his blazer with a jerk of his shoulder. "Why the fuck do you care?"
Ronin glowered, before looking away, as if it were too hard to explain that part, as if he didn't know the answer to that question himself, as if he had tried and failed, and now he was embarrassed because it was such a simple question.
Why did he care?
It shouldn't have been that hard to answer. Only, it was, the hardest of all.
Ronin scoffed, shaking his head. He shifted his gaze back to Erik, taking one very dangerous step closer. "Why do you care?"
Unlike his little brother, Erik was neither shy nor embarrassed to face the question. "Because I'm not an asshole like you," he spat out. "I do care about people, and their feelings, and what they are going through. Unlike you, Ronin, and your needless attitude, I'm not against giving people the benefit of the doubt."
"Actually, you're not wrong," Ronin cocked his head, looking cynical. "I really don't care, like I don't care about the trash that just came out of your mouth, the nefarious deals you have been doing behind Dad's back, or all those women you're fooling by gloating that you're going to inherit all the business after his death. You're right. I don't care."
Then, Ronin stepped a little closer until Erik had no choice but to take a step back. There were times when Erik cursed himself for being a tad shorter than Ronin. This was one of those times. And he hated it.
