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(Aurora’s POV)
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As we reached his penthouse, Logan covered my eyes with a blindfold. “Logan, what are you doing?”
“Relax, sweetheart. You need to learn to trust me?”
Trust him? Like that was ever going to happen.
I did not have much choice. He threatened to lock me up at the penthouse if I ever disobey his commands again. Gaining his trust on me could be a way for my freedom. So much that I hated him, I needed to make him think he could trust me.
Nodding my head, he had guided me to where I thought was his room. But when he removed the blindfold, I was surprised to be standing in a dimly lit room that looked foreign to me.
“Logan, where are we?”
“My penthouse (he moved to whisper to me playfully) My secret room” I scoffed to his silly remarks.
The room had a scent of leather,
