Logan Graves is known as a lot of things: billionaire hotshot playboy, philanthropist, heartthrob but one thing he isn't known for is being a husband. Looks like he's found the one who takes him. Or maybe they'll tame each other, who knows.
Helen Av...
I can't seem to understand why Logan Graves, the man who's apparently never been in a committed relationship, chose me over my sister Taylor.
I mean honestly now let's be serious. She's skinny, prettier and the perfect social wife whereas I'm the total opposite. I'm big in all the wrong places, too tall standing at 5'9, I can't hold a conversation to save my life and I'm too awkward. I don't even realize I've reached the foyer in my daze while comparing myself to my sister.
Only when my father clears his throat to indicate that I stand behind him while Taylor stands next to him as we wait for my fiancé, never thought I'd have one of those, to make an appearance. As expected Taylor is wearing a skin tight dress showing off her slim figure. The sleeveless black dress has a slit up her right thigh and ends nearly at her hip. Ending just above her knees and paired with a red lip and red strapped heels with her hair in an elegant updo she'd fit to be his wife.
"Christ Helen the least you could have done is wear something that actually looks good on you. Can't you see how your sister is dressed? You're lucky he's almost here or else I would have made you change into something more presentable" my dad grumbles the last part. "I actually like this dress and Logan-" "I don't care if you love the rag. Next time you wear what I say you wear" I didn't get time to respond as Miller, our butler, opened the door and announced Logan's arrival. I knew my fiancé was handsome but I didn't know he was this handsome. Standing at what would probably be 6'5 and wearing a navy blue suit sans the tie with a white shirt open at the neck he looks amazing. And that's putting it lightly. His hair is wet and wild maybe from running his hands through it. His hair is such a rich dark brown color it makes his green eyes pop. Stepping over the threshold he shakes hands with my dad and politely kisses my sister on her cheeks before turning to me.
Logan At first I wondered if I'd like my future wife. You can't blame me since her dad and sister are quite unpleasant and that's putting it mildly. I've seen pictures of her from her social media and tabloids. The pictures from the tabloids were accompanied by the usual shit. Calling her fat and plain. Bastards. I hope she's wearing the dress I got her. I thought of getting her something and when I saw the dress I knew she'd look beautiful in it. And I was right. After greeting her dad and sister, whose hand stayed on my arm a little too long for my liking, I finally turned my gaze toward her. Fuck me. She looked fucking radiant.
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The light blue silk dress hung loosely from her shoulders by thin straps and molded her body perfectly. It wasn't too loose or too tight but I could see her figure perfect well. She's so fucking beautiful. And all mine. "Good evening Helen" "Please excuse Helen. She probably forgot how important this meeting was and couldn't find anything better to wear" her dad rambles. "I got her that dress and I think she looks beautiful in it" I said as I leveled him with a stare. "Oh I didn't-" "Can I speak to my fiancee privately? Then we can have dinner" turning to her I say "lead the way" She shakes her head as if to wake up and turns around. I follow closely behind and I catch a whiff of her conditioner. Raspberries. I add that to my list of things to get her when she moves in with me. We walk towards the other end of the garden and she lowers herself on a bench. Her thighs widen as she sits and I feel myself harden at the sight. I lower myself next to her on the bench and look at her. Soft brown eyes and hair black as night with a body made to be worshipped she's a damn sight. One I'll take to pleasure of indulging for the rest of our lives. "Thank you for the dress Logan. You shouldn't have gotten me something so expensive though" "You're my wife. I'll get you whatever I want" "We're not married" "Yet" I add. "You're odd. But honestly though thank you for the dress. It's beautiful." "It was a pleasure. So your dad told you about the arrangement" "Yes. Although I'd understand if you change your mind" "I won't change my mind. I do have some rules. Can we work with that baby?" "Y-yes we can" she stutters, clearing her throat. "Okay good. They're not bad. Just that you wear my ring all the time, you communicate if something bothers you, you give me your daily schedule so I can arrange security detail and tell me about any change of plans but make no mistake you can go out whenever and all that but I just want you to be safe. Got it?" "I don't really go out much but that's fine I guess" "Good. As I was saying, you have to accompany me to functions and will do so unless you're not up for it. I'll give my security a heads up for when you come visit me at the office so they let you in immediately." "Why would I come visit you at your office?" she asks, tilting her head curiously. Obviously I don't tell her the real reason so I go with the savory answer. "Sometimes I work late and can't meet you when you're free so it'd be easier for you to come to my office. Maybe we can have lunch" "And talk about what? I don't think we have anything common" "Wedding planning, our house and the rest we'll figure it out as we go" "Reasonable enough. Can I add my own rules?" "Of course" "No yelling or raising your hand at me, I'm not a social butterfly so I don't know about accompanying you to functions I mean I can try but I know I won't like it and I'd understand if you want to take on a mistress as long as no one finds out" I take in these rules and realize that she's experiencing these things here. I take a few deep breaths to calm down. The last thing I want to do I lose my shit in front of her. "I understand but I don't intend on taking a mistress. I plan on making you my wife in every single way. However long that may take" I say standing and extending my hand to her. Placing her hand in mine, she stands and only notices how close we're standing when her breasts brush against my chest. And although she's tall at 5'9 and with the added height of her heels, she still has to look up at my 6'6 frame. Gazing into her eyes i could see myself doing whatever she asked. "Can I touch you baby?" I whisper. "Yes" I place my hands on her wide hips and pull her to me so she can feel how hard I am for her. Is it too fast? Maybe but I can't help it. She's so beautiful and hot my body just reacts naturally. Burying my face in her neck I take in her smell and commit it to memory. She smells like vanilla and cinnamon. Might be my new favorite scent. I feel her hands on my upper arms and I can't wait to have skin on mine. I move my face away before I do something crazy like kiss her senseless. Instead I take her hand and place a kiss on it. "Have lunch with me on Monday at my office" I demand. "Won't I be intruding?" "Never" "Okay. Does 12:30 work for you?" "Yes. I'll let security know who you are so there are no problems" "Okay then. I think it's time we head inside. We've been out here for a while" "Let's go then wife" I grip her hand tighter and walk toward the house. Marriage might not be a bad idea. Nico is going to have a field day with this.
