Chapter 2: His Penthouse
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Olivia's pov
It was the first time I went to Logan's penthouse and I never dreamed that a day would come that I would stand in the house of the richest man in Sicily.
But there were rumors of glass walls, infinity pools and a private elevator that only knew his voice.
And I was in it now.
Stiffly standing in the center of a marble-floored, gold-lit living room with a city skyline that seemed to belong in a movie.
And I was nervous, my palms were sweaty.
I had picked a plain purple skirt and Logan had given me a weird look when I climbed into the car that morning.
After tossing my life yesterday and leaving me without a choice, Logan left his bedroom as if nothing had happened.
Grey pants barefoot and a black shirt.
He looked like he had just left a photo shoot because of his slightly untidy hair.
In the meantime, I was perspiring beneath my blazer and wearing my cheapest heels and I quickly finger combed my hair.
“This way,” He said nonchalantly as he passed me.
He didn't greet me or ask how I was doing since I would be his soon to be wife.
He simply pretended that it was a typical day.
Perhaps it was for him.
Another transaction to complete, another signature to gather.
A thick stack of papers awaited me at a sleek glass table when we came to a beautifully furnished room.
“The marriage contract."
He said.
“Last night I made a few additions.”
I folded my arms.
“Like what? A clause that prevents me from rolling my eyes at you?”
He twitched his lips.
“Alluring. But no.”
He gestured toward the paper.
“Clause seven,” he declared.
“You're going to move in here, three nights a week at the very least. We must make it look ideal for the relationship stuff.”
I blinked.
“Live with you?”
“Secondly, I'll let you have your own space. It can be decorated however you like.”
“How kind.”
He gave me no attention.
“Clause 10. Together we go to a few events each month, charity dinners, board meetings and galas. You pretend that we are deeply in love, put on the ring and smile.”
“What if I slam a drink in your face in the middle of everything?”
Then he grinned.
“You had better make it appear romantic.”
This time I genuinely rolled my eyes and reached for the pen next to the papers.
Keeping my fingers just above the contract I questioned “Are you sure about this?”
“I don't do uncertainty.”
I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes for a brief moment preparing myself for what was about to happen and I knew what could mean with just a twist of my pen.
I exhaled and signed my name on the black line.
Olivia Hart and I were no longer unmarried.
In an instant I was Logan Blakes—for a year.
As soon as I finished he handed me a black velvet box and smirked.
“What’s that?”
I asked , looking up at him in surprise.
“Your ring."
He said matter of factly like he was expecting me to ask for it first.I cautiously opened it.
It wasn't as showy as I had hoped. No odd hue or enormous stone.
A diamond that glinted in the light on a plain platinum band, looking so sophisticated, cold and damn expensive just like him.
“Put it on.”
He said authoritatively, his eyes fixed on me.
I hesitated before slipping it into my finger.
It was heavy but not because of its weight but due to the significance of it.
It was beautiful and fitted perfectly.
“I'll give my assistant the order to begin the announcement,” he stated.
“By tomorrow morning the media will be in a frenzy.”
He said and smiled genuinely for the first time ever.
“Amazing,” I muttered. He paused as he turned to pour himself a drink.
“What would you like to have?”
“Whiskey.”
I answered immediately.
A small smile came on his lips.
“I didn't know that you drink. Wow.”
“ I also didn't think I would wed my boss today.”
“ I suppose we are both shocked.”
He gave me one of the two glasses he had poured.
His warm steady fingers rushed mine.
Quickly I drew my hand back.
We sipped in silence while seated on opposite ends of his long leather couch.
There were words floating between us that neither of us wanted to say and the air felt heavy.
I broke the silence first.
“Logan, why me?”
“ I told you—”
“Yes, absolutely. Smart, discreet and emotionless. However there were undoubtedly others. Why me then?”
He remained silent for a while.
“You choose to remain silent. You complete the task at hand. You don't make an effort to impress me, flirt with me or chase after me. I don't see that very often.”
I blinked.
The sound of that was almost like a compliment.
Almost.
“And you trust me?”
“You are a very trustworthy person. People like us don't let go because we don't miss out on opportunities. That establishes your dependability.”
I looked into his eyes.
“Do you think I'm just like you?.”
My eyes met his.
“You want to get out of your cage.”
“I want to be in charge of mine.”
“Oh, Olivia, we're not that different.”
I shuddered at the way he muttered my name.
“I got up. I think I have to leave.”
“You'll stay here tonight.”
I swung around.
“I beg your pardon ?”
He gestured toward the contract.
“Page 2. Remember three nights a week? It begins right now.”
My mouth fell open.
“You deceived me.”
“You didn't read the contract,” he shrugged.
“It's not my fault. You're such —”He took a step toward me and I took a step back too.
“I run my own business. It's a good deal. And you signed it.”
Logan Blake never lost his composure.
I was itching to scream, to slap him, instead I bounded down the hallway.
He called after me and said “There are five bedrooms. Choose wisely.”
I picked the one that was the furthest away from him and threw my bag on the bed and slammed the door.
My boss, a cold, haughty billionaire, had recently married me.
And for some reason I sensed that this was just the start.
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