Chapter 15

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but think, damn I look good.

The black dress accentuated my curves. It had a slit on either side which ended mid-thigh. The neck line covered my neck, and it was sleeveless. It wasn't too short, neither was it too long.

Just the right amount of sophisticated and slutty, as Savannah put it.

My black hair was curled, giving it volume. Savannah had also done my makeup in a demure fashion, making me look mature. The Louboutin heels she had chosen went well with dress too.

By the time the clock struck seven-thirty, I was good to go. My heart beat was going through the ceiling. Gosh, I really do need to go out more.

Then I remembered I never gave Logan my address, or my landline number.

Holy.Fucking.Shit.

Just then, my doorbell rang. I walked quickly, well as quick as I could in these death traps, to the door.

When I opened it, I didn't expect to see some dude wearing what seemed like a driver’s uniform.

"Good evening, Miss Whitlock. Mr Hunter has assigned me to bring you to the rendezvous point." He voiced, offering me an all too friendly smile.

I blinked. "Oh." Was all I managed to say. I was a bit confused as to how Logan knew where I lived.

He is a powerful man, with very many connections. How hard could it have been to locate me?

"Let me grab my purse," I announced then dashed to my room to get it, and then came back. "Let's go." He nodded, and we left the apartment.

By the sidewalk, a sleek white BMW was parked. I assumed this was the 'designated car'. Typical billionaire shit.

"Hold on," the driver said, bringing me to an abrupt halt. "Mr Hunter requested you to wear a blindfold."

"A blindfold?" I remarked, incredulous. "For what? Is this a date, or a kidnapping?"

He laughed. "No, miss. For the sake of suspense. It's a surprise."

"Okay." I muttered, turning around so he could put the blindfold on. Afterward, he lead me into the car. "Don't let me fall now, or I'll-"

I didn't get to finish my sentence because my derrière met the plush leather seat. A moment later, he brought the engine to life and drove off hurriedly.

All of what was happening was a bit too strange for my liking. The blindfold was ridiculous, and the ungodly speed at which the driver was driving it had me holding my heart in my hand.

"Could you slow down! Why are you in such a rush?" I yelled, hitting the seat in front, which I hoped was the driver’s seat.

There was a bit of silence before he replied. "I'm running behind schedule but we will be there in a bit."

And true to his words, a couple of minutes later the car became stationary.

The door opened and someone helped me out. I was pretty sure it wasn't the driver, because this person's hands were a bit harder than his. The person also had on highly intoxicating cologne.

Spicy, to be exact. It almost smelled strangely familiar.

"Sir, I hope I wasn't too late." Said the driver, from some angle I wasn't sure of.

So, this had to be Logan.

He didn't reply. "Okay, sir. I'm glad I could be of service. Have a splendid night you two." The driver said, and walked off.

Logan snaked his arm around my waist and took my hand in his free hand, beginning to lead me. He still hadn't spoken.

"Logan, what's with all the mystery?" I asked, but he remained silent.

I was pretty sure we were still outside because the semi-harsh New York breeze was biting my skin.

He began to walk, manoeuvring me through some double doors, then into what I recognised as an elevator.

His grip on my waist was hard, almost possessive. It almost felt familiar.

"I'm beginning to get scared." I said, earning a low chuckle from him. His deep, rich laugh reverberated, sending chills down my spine.

Wait, when did his laugh manage to turn me on?

"Logan?" I asked, but was replied with silence yet again. Okay, now I was spooked.

The elevator dinged, and then Logan led me out. Soon we stopped and he unlocked a door. Shortly after, the blindfold fell and my eyes were greeted by complete darkness.

With a flick of a switch, the lights came on.

"Oh my gosh!" I breathlessly said, as I digested the splendour in front of me.

I was standing in the living room of one of the most magnificent apartments I have ever seen in my entire 29 years.

It had a huge tear drop chandelier hanging off the ceiling. A white leather, L-shaped couch sat in the middle in front of a gigantic flat screen TV. The floor had a fur rug on it.

Mm, fancy.

Behind the lounge, was a kitchen cum dining room which had a romantic set up. A candle lit dinner, like from those sappy romance movies I usually waste time watching.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

I froze. No, it cannot be.

I snapped my head back so fast, that I thought I would get whiplash.

"You asshole! I had a feeling that something wasn't right, but I didn't want to believe it. What the hell is your problem?" I yelled, outraged.

A smug expression graced his gorgeous face. "You didn't think I would really allow you to go out with that swine, did you?" He said pompously. "Over my dead body. And I'm glad I did it too because that number you're wearing is giving me wild thoughts." He added huskily, shamelessly checking me out.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest in an attempt to cover some cleavage. "It wasn't your place to do that, Bryce. Who I go out with isn't any of your damn business. We established that already," I deadpanned, looking away from him.

"You established that, but I never agreed to it. I warned you against the absurdity of entertaining Hunter, you didn't listen and I acted."

I scoffed. "Got to hell. You're not my father."

He laughed mockingly. "Certainly not. I definitely don't think of you as my daughter." I shivered at his words. "And you know what?"

"What?" I murmured, feeling my pulse in my ears.

Suddenly, I felt his presence behind me. He was literally pressing against me, and I could feel his hard body, which was clad in ravishing black tux.

He leaned down, bringing his nose to my neck. He trailed along my jaw, breathing me in. By now, my body was surely trembling.

Then he stopped at my ear. I felt his lips brush against my lobe.

"If I were your father, I wouldn't be thinking of ripping that dress off and taking you right here, right now."

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