Logan's Flower

Chapter 12

When I wake up, I'm alone in bed. It's actually better that way because I'm not sure what my hormonally confused mind would have thought about this.

It turns out his walls are gray, making the room look cool and a bit sterile in daylight. I use Logan's bathroom which is huge, by the way, with a double vanity and a shower, and a bath. Making my way downstairs, I go to my room first and put on my leggings, leaving the shirt on. I can hear music playing from the kitchen so I know where to find my bed buddy.

As I enter the kitchen, Logan is standing at the stove, with his back to me. He's barefoot, wearing light wash jeans and a mint green T-shirt. His tattooed arms flexing as he moves around, and his head bobbing to the rock music, that is quietly playing through the kitchen.

I tiptoe closer to him, but as I extend my hand to tickle him, he speaks up.

"Don't even think about it, Daisy."

Exhaling, I lower my arms.

"Good morning."

"Good morning to you too, my wannabe ninja." Logan smirks over his shoulder. I roll my eyes and take a cup out of the cupboard.

"Your mammoth skin bed is actually really comfy." I wiggle my brows at him.

"Yeah, it is. Sit, babe. The toasts are ready and we have a few things to discuss."

I sit down at the kitchen table as Logan puts toasts in front of me. Then he takes a seat across from me. We eat in silence, the rock music still quietly playing in the background. When I'm finished, Logan takes my plate and puts it in the sink, then turns to me.

"You're moving in with me," he states nonchalantly.

"Excuse me?" My brows hit my hairline.

"You're moving in."

"No, I'm not!" I protest.

"One." Logan lifts his finger. "You've been living here for a week already, and we haven't had any problems. Two." Logan lifts a second finger. "Your closer to your work here. Three."

"Logan-" I try to interrupt, bet he continues.

"Three. I have this huge ass house for myself. There are two rooms upstairs. One furnished, and the other empty. They're perfect for you and the baby. Four. When the baby is born and you will need to go back to work, I can stay at home and look after him or her. I'm mostly home, anyway. Five."

"Logan!" I try again.

"Five," he says more forcefully. "You will be able to take fewer hours and save up more money because while I'm open to you paying the rent IF you insist, it will be just a fracture to what you would pay anywhere else." He wiggles his five fingers. "You're moving in. So I suggest you go, get dressed, and we will go to your parents' house so you can start packing."

"What the hell, Logan?" I say, standing up.

Logan just crosses his arms over his chest, cool as a cucumber.

"I'm not moving in!"

He lifts an eyebrow.

"Who do you think you are?"

A smirk tugs on his lips.

"Asshole," I mumble under my breath and pivot around.

"You can call me names all you want, but be ready in ten," Logan states calmly behind my back. I march to my room, slamming the doors in the process. I hate banging doors, but at this point, I just want to annoy Logan.

Sitting on the side of the bed, I take a pillow and pressing it to my face scream.

When that is out of my system, I take off the T-shirt, folding it neatly and putting under the pillow. It isn't the shirt's fault that his previous owner is an overbearing alpha caveman, who thinks he can control my life. I should be the most annoying tenant who has ever walked around the earth, leaving my stuff all over the place, listening to loud music. I should walk around the house half-naked. No, search that, he would actually enjoy that. Oh, I should bring guys home. Bunch of them. Like three at the same time.