The Secrets of Scandal

Chapter 14

Logan's POV

I sit with my legs crosses at the table waiting for everyone to arrive. As instructed by Coral, we rented out the rooftop lounge at New York City's most expensive restaurant. Surprisingly, this one is not owned by my father. Coral barks orders at everyone frantically as everyone prepares for tonight's dinner. Staff rushes around adding final details to ensure this night goes smoothly.

Coral repeatedly asks me if I memorize my speech yet, and I keep telling her "yes" but apparently that's not a good enough answer to convince her. She makes me recite it again for her. Luckily, halfway through one of the chefs comes by and pulls her away to check on the horderves.

My attention is drawn away from the frantic scene in front of me when phone buzzes in my lap.

Hannah: Are we still on for tonight?

I smile as I click reply. Hannah is the girl I met at my father's party that night when I made the fatal mistake that ended in meeting Emma. I have a lot of pent-up energy that needs to be released. Hannah is happy to help me out with that.

Before I can type a reply, the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my entire life enters the roof.

My eyes start at her gold stilettos before traveling up her long legs to the start of her short dress. The tight burgundy dress leaves little to nothing to the imagination. This chick has the body of a porn star with a nice round a**, firm breasts, and a tiny waist. Her hair is done up in tight brown curls that bounce with every movement of her voluptuous body. I have the sudden urge to run my fingers through her shiny brown hair.

Her lips are a bright red color to match her dress and she has the face of a goddess. I have to snap myself out of my daze before I accumulate an entire puddle of drool on the floor. Not only is this woman sexy as hell, she also has a very classy vibe about her. I haven't had this much attraction towards a girl in a long time. Maybe because all the b*tches I typically f*ck are the same. They're all blonde, total airheads, and desperate. This brunette in front of me encaptures elegance with charm.

But she hangs off of the arm of none other than Kyle Livingston. My mouth suddenly tastes bitter. Kyle is a good friend of Tristan's and also a family friend. He's also the twin brother of the devil herself.

Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear. Amanda walks in behind them holding hands with a tall middle-aged man with an unkempt mustache who is obviously too old for her. She stares at me with a smug look of satisfaction on her face as if I should be jealous.

My phone buzzes once again and I look down at the message in my lap.

Hannah: Hello? I saw you were typing a minute ago and you still haven't responded???

This b*tch is clingy but at least she's hot.

Me: Yeah, come over around 1.

I slide my phone into my pocket as I look up to watch Coral and Henry chatting with the sexy brunette. God, Kyle's one lucky son of a b*tch.

A few minutes earlier...

Emma's POV

I step out of the car, wobbling in my six-inch stilettos as I make my way to the door of the restaurant. I am about to reach the door handle when my ankle suddenly twists and I am sent tumbling to the ground face first. Except, I don't hit the ground. Someone catches me, steadying me from behind as they hold onto my waist. I turn around, my cheeks red with embarrassment.