The Secrets of Scandal

Chapter 9

Emma's POV

I don't know how to convey the news to Jack, so I choose not to. I will tell him tomorrow, but tonight I just want to enjoy this last bit of normalcy before I have to swim with the sharks.

One thought comes to my mind though: There is no way Logan is orchestrating this on his own accord. If I know one thing from the tabloids and media, Logan is a relentless player. No one can break his womanizer lifestyle. Logan Lockwood is a man who will never learn to only love one woman. He can't be tied down. I will just have to bare his presence until I can escape from this deal.

When we get to Jack's house, he excuses himself to go shower meanwhile I get changed into my pajamas. I throw on one of Jack's sweatshirts and a pair of his boxer shorts. I love the way his clothes smell like him. I take in his aroma, immediately feeling comforted.

Tonight was crazy. I can imagine my hair looks like a rat's nest of frizzy curls. I dare to go over to his small vanity to check.

I'm not wrong. My curls are either coming out or crisp due to the immense amount of hairspray I had to use to get it to stay. That's the problem with having thin straight hair. It never stays in curls for very long. I decide to throw it up in a bun and call it a day. I've had enough craziness for one day.

When I bend down, flipping my head to collect all my hair, I see something that startles me: an envelope with my name written across the front in elaborate cursive peeking out from underneath Jack's dresser. I cautiously pick it up.

I rip open the envelope to reveal a short note. I pull it out before scanning the text a few times.

"My Sweet Emma, 

The bird finally flees her nest and falls into the arms of a hungry vulture. Be careful though, don't let the big bad wolf snap your wings off before you even get the chance to fly."

There is no signature at the bottom. I flip the paper over to look for any indications of who wrote this but the page is completely blank.

The startling thing is that this note is written in such fancy cursive that I know that Jack can't be the one behind it. Jack's handwriting is sloppy and most of the time illegible. Also, this letter addresses the fact that I agreed to Logan's deal and I have to become his fiance. How would Jack know about that? He wouldn't it. Also, I've been with him the whole night and he wouldn't have gotten a chance to write that note because I was always around him.

So if it's not from Jack, who's it from?

Logan.

Why wasn't that my first thought?

How dare he sneak into my boyfriend's house. Can't he just let me enjoy this last night of freedom with my one true love?

"Emma?" Jack wraps his arms around my waist from behind and pulls me close, "What are you doing, princess?" I didn't even hear him come in. Startled, I accidentally drop the letter and it falls underneath the dresser.

My face flushes bright red as I quickly come to realize Jack is only wearing a towel that only covers his bottom half. As he presses against me in a tight embrace, his head sinking to the nape of my neck taking in my scent, I feel his... you know... pressing against my lower back, leaving nothing to the imagination. He sure is excited to see me...

A shade of crimson rushes to my face as I sink into his warm embrace. I turn my head to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Baby, I'm tired. It's been quite a long day. Can we get to bed?"