LOGAN’S POV
I walked to my room to change my dress. I never knew she was a designer. The picture of me that she was designing was hilarious, but it represents talent.
Although I did not appreciate whatever talent she is claiming to have. Instead of appreciating her, I want to crush her self-esteem and make her doubt herself in what she is doing. I smirked at my own devilish thoughts.
As I pulled off my jacket, my phone rang, piercing the silence in the room. It was Maxon; I knew what he wanted to say. He wants to ask me why I wasn’t at work; he must have found it confusing since I am not the type of man to put work aside, even if it’s the weekend.
Picking up the call, Maxon’s voice rang through the room. “Where the heck are you? Are you not feeling well?” He asked, his tone devoid of
