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I nodded. If I was Penny, I knew my decision would have been different. There wouldn’t be a million chances, once would be enough for me to pack and leave.

” Well, I can’t say good things about Mike either. I caught him cheating on me once, but it was just once, and I know it never happened after that. ” She said, and I placed my hand over hers.

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“You’re really lucky compared to us, Layla. Logan is a nice man. He’s polite and such a gentleman.”

” He’s a little different, isn’t he? ” I asked her, trying to dig for some juicy inside story.

Cecelia nodded. ” A little. He’s straight-forward and that’s what people like about him, and he’s quite the keeper. ”

It seemed like Logan had paid this woman to give me a good report.

” He’s a little demanding,” I whispered.

” Demanding? ” She appeared confused. ” What do you mean?”

I could feel the blush creep into my cheeks. “About sex.”

Cecilia laughed, waving her well-manicured nails at me. “Why is that something to worry about? It just means you’re desirable to him. All men are demanding in bed. If you want to keep the man, you’ve gotta do it, honey.”

“It’s not just that, Cecilia. I don’t think Logan loves me,” I said, unable to hold it in any longer. I needed to talk to someone. My hands were shaking. “He just…well, he just wants my body.”

There. I said it.

” No, darling, I don’t think that’s true.” She squeezed the life out of my hand. “You’re so beautiful and you seem so kind. Logan just doesn’t speak about his feelings. I’m sure he loves you. If not, he wouldn’t introduce you to us.”

I wasn’t convinced yet.

I nodded, and downed the entire glass of the wine. Cecilia continued to hail down every waiter serving wine and gulped each wine glass with enthusiasm. By the end of the fifth, she was laughing non-stop and talking about something that didn’t make sense. A shadow fell upon me and that’s when I looked up.

“May I have the honor of this dance?” Logan’s hand was raised towards me.

He placed his hand on my waist and circled my arms around his neck. It was a sensuous, slow dance. I waltzed across the dance floor, moving smoothly to the song in the background. He looked at me like I meant the world to him, and yet there was still something missing entirely. The DJ played a slow Ed Sheeran song. My head rested against his chest as we swayed to the music. In that moment I knew I would never love anyone as much as I loved him. He had the ability to destroy me completely without intention.

I lifted my head up and our gazes locked. I wanted to see one last time if there was something in those beautiful blue eyes that conveyed his true feelings. His soul appeared to be empty just like his eyes. My heart broke into a million pieces. I cupped his face in my palms. ” Logan? .”

“What is it?” he whispered.

“I love you,” I confessed, a part of me trying to convince me that I was doing this for my own good. and before he had time to say anything, I continued. “I don’t expect you to love me back. I just want to know if you feel something, even an ounce that I can hold onto.”

I realized my hands were shaking as I waited for him to answer. His expression betrayed no emotion as he continued to stare at me in baffled silence.

His silence was the only answer I needed. It would have sufficed if he had remained silent but what he said next nearly blew my mind away. “I love fucking you in bed. Isn’t that enough?”

I flushed, stunned beyond words. Out of all the answers I’d predicted, this hadn’t even crossed my mind. I’d told him that I loved him, and he’d said blatantly that he was only interested in one thing, nothing else. I wondered if this was the same man who’d saved me from my worst fate time and time again.

I stepped back from his touch and started walking away. I heard him call out my name but I didn’t glance back. The last thing I needed right now was for him to follow me. I tried to fight back the hot tears gliding down my cheeks. I’d chalked up Logan’s behavior so far as him being childish, but this was the last straw.

Being wealthy, handsome and a man who acquired everything, it was a no-brainer that he’d wanted me in bed and he successfully achieved that without batting an eye. It only happened in books or movies that a billionaire fell in love with a damsel in distress. In real life, none of that happened.

In real life; the damsel in distress was just reduced to someone he could use and discard.

I held onto the granite counters of the bathroom and cried until I had no tears left. It hurt so much. In the end, I was just a daft little idiot who’d assumed that after giving my body to him, I’d eventually have his heart. I hadn’t asked him to love me back, had I?

All I wanted was for him to tell me if there could be anything in the future.

His bluntness had proven one thing.

I was going back home.

Back to my old life.

I picked up a tissue and dried my tears. I glanced at my reflection before stepping out of the bathroom to meet a room applauding loudly.