Logan Moore has launched her own restaurant. At the celebration for her achievement, an unknown woman catches her attention. Logan is instantly bewitched and itches to know more about her. As this advances, Logan encounters romantic, dramatic, and l...
I said farewell to Odesa and sat outside in the lambo, calling Martin's cell.
I didn't understand what I did to deserve such ridiculous treatment, but I won't let it hinder me.
"Hello." Martin answered. "Hi, dad." I said. "I'll be visiting the mansion if that's fine."
"...I'm waiting to hear the reason."
"I wasn't invited to the wedding, the wedding that Mr. Owens, who lives in the same state as me is funding." I uttered.
Martin exhaled. "You don't have to be so dramatic."
"But—"
"You can come around six, work will be finished and I'll be home."
"I'll be there." I stated.
The call ended.
He's so harsh sometimes it makes me think he hates me.
I returned home, ate lunch, and fed Harlee. I relaxed and watched a film until it was near seven. Logan was at work. I wanted to see her, but I knew we were both unavailable.
Martin lived in Coral Gables. His mansion was swank and worth millions. Odesa could've had this life, but there were issues between her and Martin. He wasn't around much, claimed work had him bustling, but he still sent cash each month to make sure we were ok. He never came to our school activities, never saw us finish.
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I drove to the barrier and called Martin. "I'm outside." I said. The barrier unlocked and drew back. I moved towards the mansion.
The boss himself walked out, stood on the stairs, and watched as I climbed out.
"You're so much like Odesa." Martin said. "I'm her twin." I stated. Martin smiled and walked me into his mansion. "Storm will be home in an hour." Martin said.
"And who's that?" I asked. "Mrs. Owens." Martin answered. "You're married, too?!" I was baffled. "I'm missing out."
"I don't have to blurt what occurs within these walls, Tahiri."
"You're a secretive man, I know."
"I'm not secretive, I'm discreet." Martin stated. "And an invite was sent."
"It must've been lost in the mail."
"It was electronic." I halted and stared at Martin. "You're serious?"
"You should've checked, it must've fallen into the incorrect location."
I checked the e-mails, there was an invite, I was a little too dramatic about this.
"Ok, now I feel ridiculous. I assumed mine would be mailed, too." I confessed.
"No, mail is for the ones who aren't too keen with electronics, the old folks in the household."
Oh, so I was remembered.
"Now, what else can I assist with?" Martin asked. "We shouldn't waste time, it's too valuable."
"You aren't offering me a drink?"
"I have no reason to." Martin scoffed. "Our alcohol is for two mouths and two mouths alone. Storm and mine. You're leaving in a few minutes, dear."
"Oh? I'll leave now, Mr. Owens."
"The door's over there." Martin noted the obvious. "You know how to exit."
I cackled and left the mansion.
If he were some other man with a mouth like that, I'd cuss him out, but I'll be deferential.
I can't wait until we're in Dubai.
I'm traveling with an addition, and the service was soon, next week.
