The Wife

Ex-cuse me?

It has already been a week and the world is still buzzing about the fiancee of The Logan Sabella.

Since I already told him the story but not the names of my parents, Logan hired someone to change all my documents and especially my last name (I get to choose) it was only temporary though since I was to marry him in 2 months.

So a few days later into that week of buzzing they finally got their information on me:

Cassandra DiNozzo (Cause I just love that NCIS), 20 year old dog lover and a scholar student in Charleston University (that is true). Parents are deceased and no other information found (partly true).

So it seems our mystery woman has the beauty and the brains! But then what we want to know is, what is the love story behind Logan Sabella and Cassandra DiNozzo?

The lady said on the T.V. show I was currently watching on, they got a picture of me and Logan when we got out of the restaurant and when Logan went along with me on grocery shopping. I remember that day like it was yesterday and technically it was.

Flashback

I was hungry and I can't continue sleeping if my stomach is growling like a tiger.

Wearing an over sized shirt over my pink cotton underwear, I padded down to the kitchen. Like every other multi-billionaire Logan lived in a building and he owned the penthouse suite that had 2 floors, with windows from ceiling to floor that it gave me a beautiful view of the city and skyscrapers it out stood.

Glancing at the clock glowing in the kitchen, it was already 7:30am. I thought it was earlier than that but oh well, walking towards the fridge I ripped it open and I screamed like a banshee.

I heard loud footsteps rushing down the stairs and towards the kitchen, the lights flickered open and there stood Logan who was shirtless showing his sexy physique and who was also holding a gun.

Causing another scream to erupt from my throat.

"What the fück?!" He shouted and I leaned against the counter and covered my mouth with my hand.

"Don't what the fück me mister!! Why the fück are you holding a gun?!" I glared at him and had my hands on my hips glaring hard at him.

"You screamed! I thought you were in trouble or someone broke in!!" He glared back and clicked the safety on the gun before tucking it on the back of his pants.

"Oh." I said dumbly and he just raised a brow at me

"Well I wouldn't have screamed with this torture you have in your fridge!" I glared at him and pointed to the almost empty fridge and what only left was an apple, milk and.. a half full water bottle.

Its practically empty!

"I didn't find a reason to stock it when I'm barely here." He reasoned out which only made me glare at him more.

"We're going out. We're grocery shopping." I glared at him and closed the door to hell, going past him he caught my wrist turning me over to face him.

"Good Morning" he whispered and smiled at me making me blush beet red.

"My morning isn't good without food.. But good morning too." I mumbled and pouted, he chuckled and wrapped his arms around me.

"We're going to go get food so don't be so grumpy anymore." He kissed my cheek and released me from his hold, making his way to the stairs I stared at his ass.

One mighty fine ass.

"Quit staring at my ass pumpkin, get ready or you aren't getting any food." He called out and it made me turn red more if that was even possible.

Logan recently had been very touchy and affectionate that I didn't mind. I guess I just lacked attention and love from anyone that when someone does it, I just accept it whole heartedly. When he's like this, I actually feel my heart go badump dump..

Here we were at the local grocery shop, for once Logan wore casual clothing, a tight black shirt and jeans but he paired them with leather shoes and let me tell you, he pulled them off.

He was pushing the cart while I threw stuff in, basic condiments, eggs, pancake mix, fruits and more.

"Are you feeling cold?" He asked and I looked at him in the middle of choosing if I'd get the Coco Puffs or the Frosted flakes.

"No? Why do you ask??" I looked at my outfit and if you ask me its not that bad.

I was wearing an over sized football jersey and my jean shorts, paired it with a pair of low cut vans. I loved my over sized clothing - it was just very comfortable, like you're wearing pajamas.

"Its just.." He trailed off and I raised a brow at him.

"It's just what Mr.Sabella?" I leaned against the cart and looked at him.

"Forget it. Lets just get this over with and we'll go eat at my favorite place." He said and we did, we finished our grocery shopping that could last for months.

He had called Oliver so that he can pick up the stuff and bring it back to the penthouse where his housekeeper Joanne can stock up the pantry and fridge.

Walking out of the grocery hand in hand I felt peoples stares, Logan had me wear his ray bans as he held my hand tightly we walked to the car and I knew paps were taking shots of us.

End of Flashback

"So if you people know who is Cassandra DiNozzo, don't hesitate to send a message or tweet on who is this lady luck that snatched the heart of our Mr. Logan Sabella." The lady smiled widely and I rolled my eyes at her.

Snatched? Gosh if these people only knew it was the other way around.

"Didn't peg you for a girl who watches these gossips" Logan spoke up making me turn to face him as I took a bite of my frozen cookie dough, yes, I know this is unhealthy but something so wrong just feels so right most of the time.

"Its not really gossip if its us on the news." I shrugged and when I was about to take another scoop of my cookie dough he beat me to it, making me pull my spoon out of his mouth and slap his cheek with it.

"Go make your own." Glaring at him he chuckled and smack dab a kiss on my pouting lips.

As quick as he was, as quick as it went.

But I still felt it against my lips, as if he kissed me for an hour.

He smirked at me and I just stared at him for so long he finished the cookie dough on my bowl.

Who knew he had a liking to that? Definitely not me.

A loud knock broke us apart from staring at each other and since he was the one standing he was the one who opened the door.

"LOGAN BABY!!!" A loud screeching voice resonated in our place and that made me frown not because of her voice but with what she called him.

I couldn't help but stand and come close to the door way.

"What are you doing here? I already banned you from my building so what the fück are you doing here?!" Logans voice wasn't the usual warm and welcoming tone, it was cold and harsh.

"Baby I just came home from Milan and this is how you welcome me?" She replied back, pouting those overly.. Ugh it looks like her lips got stung by a bee but she pulled off the look. She was stunning that I will admit.

"We're over Veronika, I thought you got that message when I left you in Rome? 3 years ago." He retorted and still same harsh tone.

"But baby..." She tried desperately and I knew that was my cue, looking down at my attire I was.. Well no match so I did what I had to which was walk half naked.

Taking my shirt off, I was wearing my lace, dark purple underwear, grabbing the blanket I had on the couch I wrapped it around me like a towel.

Taking a deep breath I made my way towards to their place I saw her look well more of glared when she noticed it was a woman.

"Darling what's taking you so- oh.." I acted surprised and the way Logan looked at me did surprise me, he was looking at me hungrily.. F-Duck.

"Who are you?" Veronika asked pulling us from another stare down, I looked at her from head to toe and when I was about to reply she turned to Logan.

"Who is she?!" She screeched and I swear she sounds like a broken and scratched record.

"I am Cassandra, Cassandra DiNozzo and you are?" I pulled Logan away from her and extended my hand for her to shake.

"I am Veronika Duke, Logan Sabella's girlfriend and since I am already here its time for his flavor for the month to leave." She took my hand and shook it, tightening her grip while she smirked at me looking oh so victorious.

"Ohh so you're Veronika, I heard sooo much about you." I smiled at her and pulled my hand away, smile turning to a glare.

"But you got the wrong place don't you think Ms.Duke?" I took a step back and pressed myself against Logan who wrapped his hand around my body pulling me closer.

"I am by the way his fiancee and we've been together for two years now so its best you get out Ms.Duke" I smiled at her, showing the huge rock on my left ring finger and kissed Logan's cheek

"Me and my man were rudely interrupted after all." I looked at Logan with what I hope looked like a lustful gaze and I think I did it right for he returned it back as well.

Turning to look at her way, she had her jaw drop open looking at me and back at Logan then to the rock on my finger.

"Its best you leave Veronika and also watch the news, that would feed you important news that you have missed on recently." Logan said and ushered her back out the door.

I could still hear her screaming profanities and bloody murder, what a scandalous woman... Just like Beth.

"Rudely interrupted huh?"

I turned a deep shade of red before I turned my back on him and made my way back to the living room.

To think I saved his ass and I don't even get a thank you!

I huffed a breath, walking back I grabbed my discarded shirt on the couch and was about to wear it before it was snatched from me. I got pinned against the wall and next thing I knew, his lips were on me, my arms and legs were wrapped around him while one of his hands cupped my ass.

This scene was just something I watched off a racy movie and occasionally porn but something I'd never think would happen to me. His lips were on my shoulder, going to my neck, behind my ear and later on my lips, he sucked and kissed them sweetly but I could feel him holding back, it was like he was yearning for it like I was, the once thick blanket that shouldered me from the cold felt so thin, flimsy and weak.

"Just a little more." he whispered, what did he mean? was all I could think of and again, I found myself on our couch, out of breath and he was missing. I groaned, covering my face from the shame I felt along with the desire, for once, I was wanting more than what just transpired.