The Secrets of Scandal

Chapter 5

Emma's POV

I am so distracted by my father's threats that I don't realize the figure standing behind me.

"Well hello there sexy lady..." A deep voice whispers into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. The bitter fumes of bourbon fill my nostrils. Another drunk... just my luck. I turn around to face the source of the putrid smell.

"Hey hot stuff, wanna go out for dinner? Or actually, let's just skip to dessert," he bites his lips sloppily as he removes his glasses. Who wears sunglasses at night?

"Get away from me. I am not interested."

"Why the f*ck not?" He yells, his anger bubbling inside of him at my rejection.

I stand my ground. Puckering my lips in disgust, I retort "Well first off you reek of alcohol. Plus, I have a boyfriend so leave me alone."

"But baby, I'm a magician. Watch me make your boyfriend disappear."

I fold my arms in disbelief at what just came out of his mouth. Is he really trying to test me right now?

"I said no thanks," I turn to leave but he grips my wrist tightly.

"Let go of my arm," I warn through gritted teeth.

"And what if I don't?" He taunts me, forming a dangerous smirk on his lips.

"I-I'll... I'll call the cops!"

Even the threat of jail doesn't deter this creep. Instead of running away, he tilts his head back, consumed by laughter.

"What's so funny?!" I demand, quickly angered.

"The cops can't do sh*t. Baby, I'm invincible" he preens.

I take my phone out of my pocket with my free hand and start to dial 9... 1...

He swiftly snatches it from me before I could finish. "There's no use. The cops can't arrest me."

"Why not?" I stammer.

"Wait..." he becomes distracted by my phone, "Is this a flip phone?" He lets out a roaring guffaw, "How lame."

"Give that back to me! Right now!" I demand, reaching for my phone. He holds it way above my head. I am suddenly aware of his towering height.

"Do you know who I am?"

At this point, I stop struggling against his grip. There's no point. I sigh, trying to remain calm. Maybe he'll loosen his grip if I stop struggling.

"No, nor do I care. Can you please just let me go. I have to get back to my-"

"I'm Logan Lockwood, baby," he smiles with a wink.

My eyes pop open. Logan Lockwood? Oh shoot. I'm in serious trouble. That sure does explain why this man is ruggedly handsome despite being off the wall drunk. I'll admit, he is very attractive, but he's a total asshole. Everyone knows that.

I take a second to analyze him more thoroughly. His eyes sweep my attention away from everything else. They're mesmerizing and dark, to conceal his many secrets I assume. His golden complexion radiates even in the dim streetlight and he has dimples when he smiles. He has uneven lips and a slim pointed nose. His hair is an ocean, an extraordinary disarray of waves crashing in every direction, each with a mind of its own. His tie is loosened and his shirt is halfway unbuttoned. Although he is blessed with modelesque looks, I can't say I'm very impressed. He is New York's most infamous womanizer. I'm not lying when I say that he has slept with well over half the girls in the upper east side alone.