Chapter 132
Emily
I came home late in the night when the night sky was pitch black with no stars in the sky visible for anyone to see. Not even the moon was out to greet me as I made my way back to Logan’s home. I tried my best to be as silent and quiet as possible, while I walk through the house, carrying my heels in my hands as I made my way back to my room.
When I passed the dining room table, I took notice of the discarded dinner that sits on top its surface. Guilt struck my heart, knowing that he must have stayed up waiting for me to come home. All I could feel is guilt and remorse over this small detail of Logan’s kindness, and unspoken showcase of his affection towards me.
I tried my best to ignore the site of the cold food. The way he placed two of his porcelain plates beside each other at the table instead of sitting across the table like we wanted. I even take notice of the candles, the wax that spills over the side of the candlestick, the flames no longer ignited.
As soon as I stepped inside of my bedroom, I flung myself onto my bed, exhaustion taking over my body as I slipped into a deep state of sleep. I woke up a few hours later, early in the morning when I usually get up to get ready for work.
Ugh. Work. I do not want to go. I simply do not have the patience or energy to deal with Carla, somebody who has tried multiple times to frame me for financial crimes against the fact that I did not commit, or Reid who occasionally comes in whenever he is needed for specific projects.
Today is just going to be one of those days, isn’t it? I am bound to lose all of the patients and niceness that I hold inside of my heart, bound to explode at even just the slightest discomfort that is thrown in my way.
No matter what I do or how I react, the public will react. The public will see just how volatile a single moment can make me, ruining everything that logan and I have built together over the weeks. I cannot allow myself to ruin the one thing that I am holding onto, that single sliver of hope, just because I am allowing my emotions to get the better of me.
I get changed and stare at myself in the mirror. My makeup is perfect just as my outfit is, the ideal image of what the future Luna of Logan’s pack should look like. I have transformed myself into the image that best suits both Logan and I’d needs.
We need to stand on a united front with one another instead of being at odds. I can only sit here and wish that Logan listens to my reasoning for being late and accept my apology for keeping him up so late at night.
I stepped out of the bedroom and head towards the kitchen. Logan is usually making breakfast at this time, attempting to at least, and has had his first cup of coffee for the day.
As soon as I enter the kitchen, I am met with a tense body, Logan avoiding my gaze as he works his way through the kitchen. I try to meet his gaze, but fail miserably. I circle around the counter and sit down at one of the chairs, staring at the empty space in front of me, knowing that I have a lot of ground to make up for if I am to be seen in a positive light again.
“Good morning,” I quietly greet him, hoping that he will finally take the time out of his morning to look at me.
He doesn’t. He simply continues to move through the large space, ignoring me with a hostile look on his face. It makes my body run cold, my heart slowly thumping inside of my chest, unable to quicken in fear that it will anger him more than he already is.
“You were with Michael,” he finally breaks the silence, “what did you do?”
Thesitate to respond. I remember the way Michael forced himself onto me, the way he desperately tried to cling to one last chance that I was never going to give him. He will never earn my forgiveness, especially not after what he did to me inside of the
bar.
I clear my throat and look away for a brief moment before her eyes meet again. His gaze sends shivers down my spine. I force a smile on to my face, one that I’ve given to the press and media many times before.
“Michael and I did nothing,” I say, “he just wanted to talk, so I let him.”
“Nothing,” the man scoffs, “I call bullshit.”
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‘Excuse me?” I breathe out, shocked by his response. “What do you mean bullshit?”
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“Don’t lie to me, Emily,” he warns, “I know what happened.”
Shit. Does he know about the kiss? I open my mouth to respond, but nothing comes out.
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Logan moves around the kitchen with precision and speed. He does not spare me another look as he pours the rest of his coffee from his white mug into a thermos he takes to work. He finally turns to look at me, all of the affection he once held in his face for me having disappeared.
“You will be working from home today,” he begins. I immediately move to deny this, but he holds up a hand, effectively silencing me in one fell swoop. “I have already sent for Tony to collect all of your belongings and work documents from the office. He will be here sometime soon to give them to you, so be sure to let him in.”
“Logan,” I breathe out his name, hoping that I can rise with him that the choice he is making is the wrong one. “Why are you doing this? Did I do something wrong?”
He does not answer me. He simply grabs his piece of toast from the toaster and spreads a thin layer of butter across its toasted surface.
“Why am I being punished for something that I didn’t do?” I ask aloud, hoping that he will answer the question that I have put out into the space between us.
“Are you really trying to play innocent right now? I know that something happened between you and Michael and here you are denying it,” Logan speaks out in a rough voice.
Igo silent. How can I even respond to that? It is clear that he knows that Michael has kissed me. He wants me to say it, but I am unsure that if I am to speak it out into the universe that things will end up okay between the two of us.
How do I tell the man that I am slowly falling in love with that my ex fiancé forced himself upon me? How do I tell him in a way that does not escalate in a matter of seconds, for him to make a choice that can ruin his chances of becoming the Alpha King of all of the packs?
I remain silent. I’m simply too stunned to speak, forced to watch as he exits the home, leaving me behind with nothing but my thoughts and insecurities.
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