CHAPTER 7.

TEQUILA OR VODKA?

Lexie.

Enter with a numb body and pale skin from the cold of the garden, although it was summer, being on the shore of the beach, the wind was too cool to be in the freezing night.

Logan's figure was the first thing I saw when I entered, he was sitting on one of the bar stools just in the same place we were before, with his tie a little down and his jacket removed. He was writing something on his cell phone with a frown and a clenched jaw.

How cute he looked with the serious side of him.

I stared at him a little longer before I came fully in and sat on one of the stools next to him.

—Hey —I said.

He frowned when he saw me.

—Hey, I thought you left with your parents. —He squeezes the half-finished glass downing the brown liquid.

I shook my head.

—Drinking alone? —I asked, something about his face was different.

—Um yeah, Liam went to sleep and since no one was home I thought I'd come and have a drink. —He paused and ran over my body, his gaze was hot and malicious. He tried to get out of my head how he licked his lips when he spoke but it was useless— Where were you?

—I was in the garden near the beach.

He nodded. We were silent for a while just letting time pass, for some strange reason I did not get nervous for not having a topic to talk about but with him, the silences simply did not matter to me.

—You want to keep drinking in the basement? —I asked.

—What's the difference between drinking here and drinking in the basement? —He asked, bringing his face close to mine.

—You see, there's more alcohol in there than just champagne and rum from up here.

He nodded and followed me down the hallway that led to the stairs that led to the basement.

Logan studied the entire room, turning around to see the things behind him, ending with a simple wow.

—It's nice, what if? —I asked cheerfully.

—It looks like the basement of your house.

The basement contained pool tables, a roulette wheel, and a ping pong table.

I had already discovered my father's ambition. I smiled. My father had designed this house when I was going out with my mother at university, he knew that story very well and how fascinated my mother was, he made all the houses that we have together with this one and one more in the city of my uncles are exactly the same but very different at the same time, with different styles.

This house was built with wooden logs and wooden tables, unlike my house which was all glass.

Logan was still fascinated with the basement staring at the photo of Liam and me at the head table.

—I knew he knew you from somewhere. —He smiled a fake laugh

—Mm?

—Liam has this photo at our residence. —He turned around, handing me the painting.

It was a photo of us, I hugged him while Liam looked at me with a wide smile.

—I was sixteen years old.

—But you haven't changed anything. —I frowned a little. Had nothing changed? I was sure my bust had grown a bit and was taller than then — well, just one thing.

I met his gaze.

—Do you think I still look like a sixteen-year-old girl?

I laugh.

—Of course not —I review my body again stopping at my legs "it's just that your face is the same, of course now you look more like a woman just like your body ...

I smiled I had liked him to tell me that I look like a woman was what he wanted the most.

—And what has changed? —I ask him.

He falls silent wondering whether to say it or not but he finally speaks.

—Your smile —he answers.

—What?

He shook his head, taking the painting from my hands.

—Your smile is not the same in the photo.

I look at the photo again and he's right, I looked happy back then. The photo was taken in the weeks when they recruited football students at the school, Liam had played his first game with the team and they had won, that's when I ran to hug him and they took the photo of us.

—You're right, it's not me...

—Why? —He cuts me off.

I look at him for a moment and I focus on how high he is, I reach a little lower than his eyebrows with heels, without them it should reach him ...

Logan's hand on my shoulder wakes me up.

—Tequila or vodka? —I turned in the direction of the bar.

—Tequila —he answered quickly from behind me.

—Good choice, you're one of mine.

I took out six shot glasses from under the counter and placed them in front of him, who was already with his elbows on the counter, watching me carefully as I served the shots.

—Do you need lemon and salt? —I asked, challenging him.

I raise an eyebrow.

—No.

He took the first shot of it leaving it on the counter in a thud.

I grabbed the first glass followed by the other and the last, I winced at the burning in my throat.

Logan is looking at me with a weird expression on his face. Still the two glasses of him in the inn.

—Wow that's probably the sexiest thing I've ever seen babe —he shook his head finishing his two remaining glasses in the same way as me. To the thread.

I was thinking for a moment about what he had called me.

Chick.

That name sounded so sexy with his harsh voice.

—By the way. —She rolled up her shirt to the elbow, his skin as white as paper. The paper I wanted to draw on — I didn't tell you before, but you look pretty.

He turned my stomach.

—Not as pretty as America looked of course —I blurted out, looking in all directions except at him.

I realized late what he had said, I put my hands to my mouth.

Logan was looking at me with a serious face with his arms crossed at chest level.

He looked really cute like he wanted to scold me right now, but he looks so inviting that I wouldn't mind if he did.

—That girl the only cute thing she has is her embrace —he affirms— she's a viper disguised with expensive clothes.

I contemplate it before bursting into laughter. Logan imitates me.

He couldn't have said it better and inside I'm happy to think that he didn't fall for that bitch's game.

**

After three rounds of shots and a dip in the indoor pool, we were sitting on the edge of it with our feet in the water.

I had thrown myself with my clothes on since I wouldn't even dream of undressing in front of Logan, on the other hand, he decided not to mess with me, he was finishing the bottle on the edge of the pool where we were now with a traumatic silence after drinking like crazy.

I leaned my head back letting the liquid run down my throat, I felt like my senses had become silly, normally I am very tolerant of alcohol but today the only food I had ingested had been breakfast at six in the morning, and the smoothie strawberry for noon.

I handed Logan the bottle while he imitated me moving his feet in the water, we spent a long time like this, passing the alcohol until he broke the silence.

—So ... you had an accident —he said in a cautious voice. Here we go.

He felt sorry for me.

It was what I had seen all day at the party, as people mentioned behind my back.

—So ... your parents died —I snapped the latter.

I instantly regretted that the words came out of my mouth, my father had warned me, he had to go lightly on that subject and never touch it. But...

Wasn't that what he was just doing with me? Talk about it with light feet

I received silence from him for a few minutes.

—If they died. —He grimaced.

Look at it.

I thought he would be angry.

But instead, I saw his expression twitch in sadness.

I knew that he should divert the subject, it was something he did not want to talk about.

—If I had an accident —I cut.

She looked at me suddenly and then buried her head between his shoulders.

—Do you want to talk about that? I ask how who does not want the thing.

I shrugged my shoulders.

—Do you want me to do it?

His gaze connected with mine and he nodded.

We were drunk probably wouldn't remember anything tomorrow morning.

What difference does it make?

—It was on a motorcycle —he explained.

—Liam told me you were in a coma for a whole year.

I nodded, his gaze was so intense but there was no trace of compassion in it.

—I only know what the doctors and my parents told me. —I tilt my head on his shoulder. "I don't remember anything.

He was going to speak but I stopped him.

—It's incredible how you are one day and not the next —my eyes began to fill with tears, I looked up trying not to let them fall— I woke up that morning as if I had fallen asleep at night and woke up the next day. when in fact he had not slept a night but a year.

—That must have been hard —she said.

I laughed bitterly.

—The hard thing was when I returned to normality and I found things different —I explained— the people I loved left my side and others continued with their dreams.

Talk more to me.

Logan shut up delaying his response, even though we both knew it wasn't necessary.

—How long have you known Liam? —I asked, changing the subject.

Logan sighed.

—When I move into the residence —he answered.

—Where you lived before? —I was curious about Logan's life and his past, since he knew a little about me, wanted to know a little about him.

—It's none of your business —he growled.

—Come on, you know a lot about me in less than a day —he huffed annoyed.

—It's none of your business —she repeated.

I grunted.

—Logan ...

—That it's none of your business! —I cry annoyed.

I was startled.

The veins on his neck were marked by clenching his jaw, now he was looking at me furiously. Had he gotten angry?

I was suddenly pissed off by the way he was looking at me, his eyes were a hollow gray.

Maybe it was the alcohol but I wasn't going to let him yell at me like that.

—You don't have to yell at me —I said clearly annoyed.

What he noticed and quickly his attitude changed to regretful.

—Lick it ... —he began.

Raise my palm to stop it.

—If you scream, believe me, Logan when I tell you I can scream even louder. —I challenged him. He widened his eyes annoyed, deciding to counterattack, when I thought he would answer me he just nodded and took the bottle back to his mouth.

Throughout the day I had seen a Logan with multiple personalities and now as he looked at me I saw how his attitude became arrogant and serious.

I must admit that I liked this side of him just as he pissed me off.

We were meeting today and I didn't know how to figure it out. I practically babbled all day while he listened to me without showing me anything of his, apart from being a jerk with multiple personalities he was starting to hate how he looked at me now.

Angry and serious.

—Then don't go where they don't call you a brat —he huffed.

The anger could be seen on my face therefore when he noticed it he laughed with a bitter smile.

—Don't call me a brat —I growled.

—Why? —I challenge myself— will you cry?

I started to push it with both hands when. I grab my wrist before impact and pull her lips to my ear.

—Not because you're Liam's little sister, you're going to talk to me like that.— He tightened his grip on my wrist making it hurt.

I separate his lips from my ear, now bringing them closer to my lips, our noses touched.

—You won't dare hit me because I swear I'll crush you.

I remove my hand from him and rush to leave leaving him alone with his shitty attitude