My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 54

Christina

Logan and I made love twice again in the night. It was like we both couldn't get enough of each other. Though I was sore, I still wanted him because I knew once the storm was over and we were back at Clairings again, and it wouldn't be easy for us. 

There were too many people around: my family, the servants, and the girlfriends of my cousins. I wasn't even sure how they would react if they found out that I slept with Logan.

"Can we keep this a secret?" Logan asked after we made love the third time that night. 

"Why?" 

"I am not sure how your Uncle might react to it. If your father didn't approve of any relationship between us, I am not sure how the others might react," Logan said, playing with the charms bracelet I wore. 

"Uncle Edward is nothing like Dad. He has always been good to me," I told Logan. My Uncle and Aunt had always been good to me. 

They were the only family members who were ever warmed to me. However, they didn't get too close until Dad was alive because of whatever differences Dad and Uncle Edward had. But after Dad's death, they tried everything to make me feel loved. 

"Still, Christina, I don't want to lose you, especially now, when I know you have feelings for me," Logan insisted. 

"They wouldn't be happy if they found out from someone else," I sighed, playing with the hair on his chest. 

"We don't need to tell this to anyone. I am trying to establish a firm in England. I want to be independent before we announce our relationship. I don't want people to think I am a gold digger," he expressed his doubts, and I felt like someone grabbed my heart in their hand. 

"Why would anyone call you a gold digger?" I asked, aghast. 

"Christina, you are the daughter of a Duke, and even if your Uncle inherited the estate, you are still entitled to your father's business and personal wealth. Which I can assure you is worth millions," Logan replied. 

I gulped, realizing what Logan said was correct. Even though I didn't inherit Clairings being a girl, I still was the heir to my Dad's business and his other properties. Everyone was aware of Logan being Marie's son and a bastard. If we announced our relationship, they would think he pursued me because of Dad's wealth. 

"How long will we have to wait?" 

"A couple of years at least. You have your internship and then your Master's. I am sure your Uncle won't insist you marry before you complete your education. By that time, I will establish my firm, and no one will have any objection to our relationship," Logan pulled my hand to his mouth and kissed it. 

I rolled over him and straddled his thighs, then wrapped my hand around him and watched in fascination as he hardened under my touch. Logan hissed as I tightened my hold around him. His skin was silky smooth, even though he was hard as lead. 

"Keep doing that, and I will take you again," he warned in a low growl. 

"Maybe I want you too," I smirked at him, and he wrapped his hand around my throat and pulled me closer to him. 

My hand was still wrapped around him, but my gaze was locked with his. 

"Don't tempt me, darling," Logan stroked my neck with his thumb. 

"I want to try something," I told him, holding my breath. 

He pulled me off him and laid me on my back on the mattress, "You need to rest. We can experiment with other things tomorrow." 

Logan kissed my forehead and stroked my hair. I pouted at him, "We will have to return to Clairings when the storm is over." 

"I will sneak into your room at night," he winked at me, then pulled me into a kiss, "no one is ever going to take you away from me," Logan declared, ending the kiss.  

I placed my head on his chest and closed my eyes. Logan kept stroking my hair, and I pulled a deep breath, inhaling his rich scent. 

"I love how you smell," I told him, and I could feel him smile. 

"Sleep, Christina, you can't tempt me for sex again," his voice was filled with amusement. 

"Damn, I thought I got you," I chuckled, then threw my leg over his and snuggled close to him. 

The next time I woke up, it was from the smell of coffee. I sat up on the bed, rubbed my eyes, then stretched my hands over my head. Logan was in the kitchen sipping coffee, leaning against the kitchen counter. He was only in his boxers, and his sight was enough to turn me on. 

He was stunning with or without clothes, and I let my eyes wander on his massive form with his hair tousled and his eyes fixed on the cell in his hands. My eyes shifted lower to his broad, tanned chest and then to his waist and his delicious V. A trail of his dark hair disappeared into the hem of his boxers. 

"Like what you see?" His voice snapped me out of my trance. 

I slowly lifted my gaze and found him staring at me. Logan groaned when his eyes traveled down to my bare breasts. The sheets had slipped to my waist, and I didn't bother to pull them up. He had seen me naked already, and covering myself in front of him wouldn't make any difference, especially when I wanted him all over again.

"You should shower and get dressed. It stopped raining, and we need to head back to the house," Logan ordered, making my face fall. 

I looked out of the window, and disappointment gripped my heart. Why did it have to stop raining? I wanted to spend some more time with Logan without anyone's presence to worry about. 

"I texted Henry that you are with me at the cabin," Logan said, slipping his cell phone into his pocket. 

"Where is my cell?" I looked around for my backpack and cell, which I had forgotten entirely. 

"I threw away your backpack. There was nothing left in it to be saved. Everything was soaked in the rain while your cell phone must be in your jeans pocket," Logan strolled toward a chair on which he had spread my jeans for drying. 

He pulled out my cell from the pocket and pressed the power button, "I think you will need a new cell phone too. This isn't working." 

What the hell? 

I slipped out of bed, wrapped the sheets around me, and walked to Logan. Taking my cell from his hand, I tried to turn it on, but it didn't start. 

Shit

It really wasn't working. I was without a cell phone. Rarely did anyone call me, but I stayed updated on the current affairs. But  I would need to be in touch with Logan.

"I will get you one," Logan assured. 

"Thanks," I said, looking around for my undies. 

I found them in a heap on the floor. They had dried from the warmth of the fire burning in the fireplace. I wore the bra, but there was nothing left of the thong. Logan had ripped it like a beast. I slipped into my clothes, and then Logan and I had breakfast together, which was also a kind of broth. 

When we reached Clairings, it was already noon. No one was home apart from the servants. Uncle Edward and Aunt Anne had stayed the night at their friend's place. My cousins and their girlfriends were out visiting the nearby town. 

Debbie followed me to my room, telling me how worried sick she was for me for the past day. I strolled to the bathroom in desperate need of a bath. Debbie turned on the faucets, adjusting the temperature, and I stripped out of my clothes. 

I was about to step into the tub when I noticed Debbie's eyes on my chest. I looked down at myself, and all the air left my lungs when I saw a hickey at the side of my breast and Debbie's eyes fixed on it. 

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