The Secrets of Scandal

Chapter 15

Emma's POV

    After the engagement dinner, Logan aces my fingers with his as he leads me to the car.

    "Where are we headed to now?" I ask, bouncing with every step. I feel bubbly all the sudden and I squeeze Logan's hand tighter.

    "Home," he says sharply as we approach the car. He releases my hand in disgust before getting into the driver's seat.

    Logan doesn't say a word to me the entire car ride. I try to make conversation with him but he gives only short answers and he frowns whenever I open my mouth. I reach my hand to turn on the radio but he swats my hand away.

    What's gotten into him? Why is he all the sudden so snappy? I decide he's just snappy because he's tired. I'm tired as well. Maybe I should take a nap to pass the time. I let the sound of the humming engine lull me into a light sleep.

    I wake up to the sound of jingling keys. Logan pulls the keys out of the ignition of the car before stepping out of the car without even giving me a glance. I quickly follow him to the front door of his giant mansion.

"Woah, this place is huge. Who else lives here?" I stare around at the humongous exterior of Logan's mansion. It looks like a castle.

"Tristan." He answers shortly, not making eye contact with me. I begin to grow worried. Though I want to ask who Tristan is, I choose not to.

    "Is something wrong, Logan?"

    He faces me with a very angry expression. If looks could kill, I surely would be dead.

    "Shut up, you annoying brat. I cannot stand your constant blabbering. It's really annoying. Can't you just shut your goddamn mouth for five seconds?"

    I stare back at him dumbfounded. I am locked in his angry glare for a few moments before the doorbell rings and Logan breaks eye contact to answer it.

    "Hailey," he leans against the doorframe as he looks up the spunky blonde from head to toe. She wears a lacy black corset that pushes her boobs tightly together and a cheeky thong. With long thin black straps, the corset connects to her thigh-high sheer socks that she wears with a pair of six-inch stilettos. I don't know how she walks to gracefully in those. I wore a similar pair tonight and my feet were aching. As soon as I got here I chucked them off beside the door.

Despite her obvious attempt at seduction, Logan seems unphased and his gaze suggests hunger. He looks like he wants to eat her whole.

    "Hi Logan, and it's Hannah, but close enough." The blonde bites her lip as she fixes her hair. Meanwhile, I stand back, not knowing what to say. He shuts the door behind her and pushes her up against the wall, trapping her in between his arms.

    "Hailey, Hannah, same thing. I know that after tonight the only name on your lips will be mine baby."

    I find the urge to gag. That's such a cheesy thing to say. Except, Hannah seems turned on by it.

    "Oh, Logan. I've been waiting for you to say that." She says as she loosens his tie and takes off his jacket, discarding it on the floor.

    I want to vomit but I can't move. I don't know what to say now. He knows I'm standing right here, doesn't he? Or am I suddenly invisible?

    He takes her by her lower back and starts to make his way towards the marble staircase. I grab his arm roughly to hold him back.

    "What the hell, Logan? We just got engaged tonight and you're already cheating?"