BOUND TO HIM (Book II: Captured series)

6. Elle

What's the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to you?

If you're like me you probably have a long list, but this right here, has just topped everything else. As I straighten my dress, I watch Logan from the corner of my eye. Putting his suit back on, he's the true definition of perfect. He has everything a woman could ask for and I bet he's never had even a single embarrassing moment in his life.

He hands me my clutch, which was lying by the door and I pull out my lipstick. Doing a quick fix up as I turn to face him.

"Do you want to eat here or somewhere else?" He wipes his mouth with the sleeves of his suit, erasing all evidence of red smudges that indicated his lips have been busy.

I wanted to ask him what he meant by 'somewhere else' but I decide against it as I reply, "Here is fine"

"I need to get going soon" I'm trying to remind myself more than him, as I check my phone. After the incident, I have never stayed away from home and I don't plan on doing it tonight either. I just need to convince my heart.

"Was I not clear enough before? You're not leaving until I've fucked you to my satisfaction" He grunts and I frown at how his words had me clamping my legs together instantly. My response to him never seems to change. Like how I refused to have sex with him here but he still managed to make me come with just a touch.

How do you fight someone that you crave so much?

"When will that be? Knowing you, it'll take years" I say sarcastically while rolling my eyes, trying to rid my mind of thoughts about him. Almost immediately my stomach growls again and all the blood in my body's rushes to my face.

Fucking hell.

"I guess you answered your own question. Now let's go before you eat me alive" He laughs, offering his hand and I accept it only because I like hearing his voice when he isn't angry.

We join the people in the ballroom and Logan pulls me towards the buffet, grabbing a plate and serving me food. "How about you ask me what I want first?" I raise a brow as he literally adds every single dish onto my plate.

"Why? You're eating everything" God knows how he can say that so confidently. He walks me towards one of the empty tables by the glass wall, pulling out a chair for me.

I pick up the fork and take a bite. "You're not eating?" I ask him, when I find him watching me intently. "In time" He replies swiftly.

He places his elbows over the edge of the table as he asks, "Why haven't you been answering my calls?"

I had been expecting him to ask me that since we met but still I found myself being unprepared and fumbling for a reply.

"I thought if I ignored you, you'd come and get me" I decide to go with the truth.

"You really thought that was going to work?" He lifts a brow.

"Clearly it did not. You said you would come get me if I stay away for too long" All of a sudden I'm pissed at him again.

"I did and if you would've answered your phone, I could've known better"
"So you're blaming me?"

"Elle, I don't posses telepathic powers. When you didn't answer my phone I assumed you needed more time, which I also remember I had promised to give you. You just have to talk. Communicate and I'll make things happen" When he puts it that way, it does sound like I'm at fault so I swallow my pride and my immature behaviour to apologize.

"Fine, I'm sorry. This one's on me" I'm welcomed by a mischievous grin, which causes butterflies to flutter in my chest. Either that or this fucking dress is starting to get to me.