LOGAN BLACKSTONE
I stormed into my office, rage still simmering. I was completely unmotivated. My anger was building up, and for the first time ever, I might actually lose it to a client, which would not be good for business.
The scene with Scarlett replayed in my mind. The way her friend's eyes lingered on her, the casual affection that stung like a knife. It was too much. I was not the type to lose control, but today was different. I crossed a line I had never imagined myself crossing.
I have had enough. I threw back a good dose of whiskey to dull the edge, hoping it would steady my nerves. But as evening fell, the thought of Scarlett alone and still upset gnawed at me. We couldn’t keep this up forever. After all, we lived together. I marched up to her room, hoping to coax her out for
