CHAPTER 12/1.

Sweet Revenge

Lexie

I woke up with a wet and scratchy face, late in noticing Scott was licking my cheeks carefully, I smiled. I had always wanted a dog, but my father had an allergy so Liam and I couldn't allow it.

Scott was so loving that waking up like that in other times would make me angry but now, I just wanted to hold him so tight and not be separated.

And I did it. I put his front paws on each of my shoulders and hugged him around his stomach, he stayed still, sniffing my neck and then resting his chin on my head. We shared a beautiful moment like this, surely he did not understand me but he did not know how much he needed that hug.

—Thank you, little friend.

I played with his ears while he licked my nose.

There was a throat clearing from somewhere in the room, and I looked where it was coming from. Logan was sitting in a chair behind me fiddling with his cell phone while he looked at us both.

I avoided his eyes at all times and allowed myself to walk around the room I fell into a while ago. The walls of this one were of a navy blue like the one of the bottoms of the sea, on the other side of the room, there was a covered balcony from where the buildings could be seen.

Logan had put the mini table that he had chosen for him with two small chairs to set up his laptop and what looked like a pile of papers and folders, behind where Logan was there was a white closet where the only visible clothes were few clothes such as jackets. leathers and a suit, on top of the bed, was hanging the photograph of the naked girl with fire in the palm of her hand.

My eyes shot up when the pose in the cream-colored mirror that I chose in one corner, I jumped up to see myself reflected in it.

I gasped when I saw my face in him.

Logan laughed behind me.

—But if I look—disgusting! —I shook the part of my eyes where she was white from the tears I dropped asleep. I had black spots on my cheeks from mascara and my lips were split.

—I won't lie to you, you look pretty awful.

I struck him down.

—That doesn't help.

But it only made him laugh louder and me angrier. He raised his hands and in one of them, he carried a paper bag.

I was still wearing the sweater he had borrowed me on the cliff, my dress was wrinkled at the thigh and I smoothed it out with my hand until I realized that maybe it was too late and I would have to go home.

I came back and sat on the bed across from him putting on my booties.

Logan who kept watching my every move spoke up.

—If you want, you can wash your face before we go out.

—Let's go out? Sounds like a pack to me, I'll go out —she said.

I zipped up my right booty and watched him comb my hair in the best possible way.

—I also have a comb. —I point my index finger at my hair. He had a lopsided smile on his face, the one that I liked so much.

I denied.

—I have to go home.

He denied with a smile getting up from the chair. He rolled his eyes.

—What time is it?

—After eight at night.

I opened my eyes wide.

—Damn, did I sleep two hours?

He nodded in amusement.

—Yes, I thought you were unconscious. —I close my eyes with his mischievous smile.— I tried to wake you up half an hour ago. Did you know you drop punches in your sleep? —He rubbed his jaw.

I covered my face with both hands.

—Damn I'm sorry you've had enough of me for one day.

He shrugged.

—It was worth it.

He coughed when he realized what had come out of his mouth, I crossed my arms surprised to catch him by surprise.

—Don't look at me like that. —He scratched the back of his neck.

I jumped up and looked for his eyes but he had them on something behind me.

—In this way?

—Yes —he opened his eyes— you make me nervous.

He closed his eyes when he finished speaking, he got nervous again. Although I wouldn't deny it, I liked this part of him, his skin was so pale and white that the red of his cheeks gave him away. I decided to let him recover.

—I'll go to the bathroom.

—Yes go.

When I entered the bathroom, I left the door open and I turned to look in the mirror, my chapped lips and the red of my eyes betrayed how I had collapsed a few hours ago.

I was never one of the people who cry too much, five years with America in the same place as me enduring her teasing about my body and how it was in itself, I had gained experience in how to contain my feelings.

I saw my eyes fog up again and I prevented it by washing my face until it disappeared, my lips hurt and I hoped they wouldn't bleed. I wiped my face and felt Logan's presence behind me.

—Are you hungry? —said.

I shook as I carefully wiped my lips, winced when I saw blood on it.

Logan noticed and reached for something on the shelves next to the mirror and pulled out a cream.

—Look at me.

He lowered my hands and took my chin closer to him, our lips were only inches apart.

I had the urge to cut the space between us and force myself to control my impulses.

I smear his index finger on the cream and run it over my lips, his hands were cold and it was tempting not to put his finger in my mouth, suck it and bite it, his attractiveness was my skin was burning.

I watched his forehead wrinkle as he concentrated on his action, I put my hands on his forearms caressing his visible veins, when my fingertips touched his skin he tensed and went from looking at my lips to doing it directly at me, his eyes this time weren't empty now they were bright full of desire and it seemed so irresistible to me as it blinked, as if it were in slow motion.

I do not take his eyes off mine for a second, he lowered a hand to my waist and he pulled me towards him, I could feel the muscles under his shirt and I wanted to feel it with my hands, a hand went up from the waistband of his pants passing it For his marked abs until he put her on his shoulder, he closed his eyes for a second while he dug his fingers into my waist, we stepped back making my back collide with the wall and he hit me, hard.

Our breaths quickened as he lowered his hand to my hip, ran up my thigh, and stopped at the back of my knee, bending it as he lowered it to his waist holding it there.

The center between my legs became wet when I could feel Logan's erection against my crotch, I sighed at the contact.

He glimpsed his teeth when he smiled and pressed himself closer to me, I gasped at the closeness of him, his throat was dry and God! how I was turned on by the position we were in. He pushed his hips forward crashing into my center.

I growl when I gasp into his mouth, he squeezes his hand on my leg. He repeated the action back and forth until a moan came out of my mouth that unsettled my hormones, I felt my jelly bones, it was too much for me so he rested my forehead against his shoulder.

His thumb caressed my cheek while he continued with the movement of his hips, he was killing me, that single movement made me feel a thousand things, his body against mine, and the smell of him so exquisite was too much.

He stopped his movement and I gasped at the lack of contact where he needed it most. I put my lips to his ear.

—Don't stop —I whispered.

He clenched his jaw and returned to his action, licked the skin under my ear, and sucked my neck, I stirred his black hair with my hands, gasped in his ear until I couldn't take it anymore, and wanted to kiss it.

—Kiss me —I begged.

But then he stopped.

I gave him a questioning look but he just lowered my leg as he looked at my lips and he put his hands on my waist again.

—I can not do it.

Fuck! with what he had warmed me up, so that now he wouldn't kiss me.

I rest his forehead against mine and we both close our eyes.

—Okay —I answered a question he hadn't asked, he broke away from me and walked out the door.

I needed a couple of minutes to compose myself, he had wanted that kiss for so long, the minty taste of him on his tongue and it hadn't happened.

And he didn't kiss me.

But he was right, it was not a good time for this, he could not kiss him if hours before he was crying for another.

Since when did you become this kind of girl, Lex?

I steeled myself and went out avoiding all contact with him.

He was waiting for me at the door putting on a jean jacket. That he had left to eat. If there's one thing that melts me about a guy, it's when they smell good and dress well.

—I told you you didn't need to take me —I remind him.

—We'll go elsewhere —he says.

I huffed, crossing my arms across my chest.

—Logan I'm tired, I just want to go home.

—No —his response was quick as she headed out the door and into the elevator. I had no choice but to follow him, we were going in the same direction.

Down below, I headed for the nearest bus stop, but Logan's hand grabbed my arm and he dragged me over to his Audi. He opened the passenger door and waited.

—Enters.

—No.

Take my arm again and try to get into the car, kicking until he hit his head on the door.

I laughed out loud.

—Fuck! How that hurt. —rubbed her head as he glared at me.

—I already told you I'm not going in.

—Shit Lex! Don't be immature and get in the fucking car —he demanded.

—No. —I flatly denied.

Let go air through his nose and put his hands on his waist, he glared at me.

—You're worse than a pain in the ass.

—That's great! —I said sarcastically.

He pinched the bridge of his nose.

—Look where we're going, he's going to interest you.

—To me? —Him he nodded.— Are we going to have smoothies?

Shook head.

I made the lower lip into a pout. Logan stared too long.

He closed his eyes.

—Well, we'll go through some, but go up now.

I gave him a wide smile.

—I'm starting to like you.

And I jumped up.

—Everyone likes me.

He walked around the car and got in too.

—You have it well believed, don't you?

He backed up and we pulled out of the parking lot.

—I say it because I know.

I threw my head back and let out a Ha!

—What? —He frowned, taking turns looking at the road and at me.

I shook my head.

—Tell me.

—Logan, you are the least expressive guy I know.

He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.

—That's a lie.

—I know it, you know it, and the whole fucking world knows it!

We laugh. It was nice spending time with him.

—Okay, I might be a bit surly —he admitted.

I raised an eyebrow.

—A bit?

He shook his head as he smiled, I stopped for a while to see his lips and how well that piercing looked good on him.

—I do not know how you do it.

I looked at him confused.

—Do what?

—This —I point out.

—I can not understand.

He opened his mouth and then closed, bit his lip and I watched him swallow before speaking at once.

—How do you smile? after what that bastard told you.

Wrinkle my nose at the mention of Sam. I looked ahead without even stopping to think where we were going.

—There are worse things to worry about —I paused— don't think that because I'm smiling I've forgotten that my heart was broken —I lick my lip, nervously fiddling with my hands in my lap— it's easier to fake a smile. Then express what we feel.

I could feel his gaze fixed on me.

—Are you doing it now? —question.

—What thing?

—Faking a smile —he cleared his throat— are you doing it now?"

I blinked for the answer.

—No, it's really nice spending time with you.

I sigh in response.

—I know you're hiding something —I said suddenly. To change the subject

—Mnh?

—I can tell —I swallowed, I was risking making him angry with what I was going to say.— To me. You don't want to tell me much and at the same time you want to tell me everything, you never talk about yourself.

He was puzzled, rolling his eyes from side to side studying me.

—How do you know all that?

I closed my eyes, he hadn't gotten angry.

—You just have to see your actions.

—What?

—If today you had insisted on being that person you are not, you would not have gone looking for me on the cliff.

He clenched his jaw and gradually accelerated. His knuckles were white from squeezing the steering wheel.

—You're good, Logan.

Speak before curses came out of his mouth.

He glanced at me and then nodded.

—You can trust me.

—Can I?

His question took me by surprise. What did Logan do to you?

I nodded. I allowed myself to think about his question for a moment and then I realized, it was difficult for him to trust people.

It was indisputable that he now he was alone, his parents had died for which he only had us, but what is that so bad that happened, that he is unable to trust? Does it have to do with Chloe? Or does he just have to do with me? But why was he hiding behind that facade and was so ...?

I stopped my thoughts when I realized where we were and turned to Logan angry.

—Why did you bring me here?

He smirked.

—You'll see. —He got out of the car and I followed him.

I walk up to the fence and jump over it. He beckoned me to do the same.

This guy was missing a screw.

—Come on, jump.

—Are you crazy?

She ran her hands through her hair.

—You do not know how much.

—They'll catch us.

—Do not be pessimistic.

His eyes warned me that teasing.

—If you don't jump through this gate, Lex, you'll regret it all your life. —When he didn't move, he went into the property.— I'll walk —he advises.

I closed my eyes, this was crazy but he was right if he didn't do it now he would never have the chance.

—Wait for me.

He stopped but kept his back, I imagine not to see me jump the fence.

I plucked up my courage and faced myself, pushing myself with one foot and then raising the other. My dress made it difficult for me to jump, I had a few good wounds on my knees but the adrenaline that ran through my body was greater with minimal pain.

When my feet hit the ground Logan turned around with a genuine smile, he held out his right hand and I took it without hesitation.

I have seldom seen him smile like this and it was almost an honor that he went with me, he gave the feeling that he hardly ever did, and that overwhelmed me.

I walk with me behind him, I tried to get out of his hand, he complained in response and intertwined his fingers with mine, squeezed hard as if he never wanted to let go of me.

America's house was huge, rather a mansion, it took us a while to get to the door of the house, and when we were too close the path lit up causing us to stop paralyzed.

Shit! he had caught us and we still weren't doing anything. We stand still holding our breath.

He tugged on his hand but he squeezed my fingers, a few seconds later the light went out. Logan looked over his shoulder.

—It's just a light that goes on with movement.

I blew out all the air I was holding and bit my lip holding back a smile. He noticed and with his hand released my lower lip from my teeth.

—Smile when you want to smile, cry when you need to —I murmur close to my lips.

I followed him along the side of the house, Mrs. Silva's red roses blocked our way to the part that overlooked the pool.

Logan tried to find another way to pass but I got carried away and jumped on them breaking them. Fuck! Because he had wanted to do that for so long, the meals at the Silva house were endless and all he talked about at dinner was her wonderful flowers.

And now I was destroying them, I jumped on them as many times as necessary until they were completely crushed.

Put my head back and look at the sky. Is such a beautiful night for mischief.

The hands-on my waist made me feel a tingling in my lower belly and it didn't take long for me to meet the gray color of his eyes and his smile that did not go away.

—You're completely crazy.

I shrugged my shoulders.

—We are two now.

The back of the house was quite simple, a swimming pool, a minibar, and the rest garden.

Logan opened the sliding door and invited me inside. The lights were off indicating that there were no Silva in the house.

Even better!

I spun around with open arms when we were inside.

—What do you want us to do? —spoke.

My eyes shot to him, there was so much to do in that house, but above all so much to do to America. Maybe cut her hair. Too bad he wasn't home. Spitting on her brush, peeing on her clothes, but I don't think that's anything nice to watch for Logan.

—I do not know where to start.

—Come on, something will occur to you.

I cocked my head and fiddled with the edges of my dress.

—What do you have in mind?

He put her hands together and rubbed each other.

—I leave this stop to you, the next one is mine.

I directed my eyes to the stairs and ran looking for America's room. It didn't take long to find her, since on her door it said her name with a lot of glitters.

I kicked the door open and in there my eyes needed sunglasses. The whole room was pink and as bright and garish as herself, it was disgusting.

—Wow, how much pink.

Her voice startled me.

—Shit, what a scare! —My heart had skyrocketed, I put my hand on him and tried to relax.

—It sucks.

—I THOUGHT SO! —I yelled.

I paced the room as Logan threw himself like a sack of potatoes on the bed. On the nightstand was a framed photo of Sam and her. She posed for the camera with a huge snake smile and Sam just looked at the camera angrily.

Logan noticed her and dropped her.

Gave her a questioning look and shrugged. How grateful I was that the glass broke on the floor I stepped on it like garbage.

—I'll go to the bathroom.

—I follow you.

Let him follow me and contemplate what he was going to do. Search through the drawers anxious to be in her house on the sly.

I'd hit where a woman hurts the most. Pick up what you were looking for in the bottom drawer of the shelf.

My eyes lit up and I opened my mouth in amazement.

I listened to how he laughed while I contemplated the shadow palette more than necessary. Shit! The stupid one had to have the Kyle Jenner palette, how it was going to hurt.

I opened it and dropped it to the ground, closing my eyes tightly as broke them with the heel of my booty. Then I yanked the lipsticks, highlighters, and powders out of my hand causing them all to break.

It hurt to see all the colors on the floor.

—I think he will hurt you more than América.

I regret it.

—Do you know how much one of these costs? —He denied one eye of the face.

—Your parents are made of money, Lex — he just said. glared at him.

—So what?

I snort.

—Well, ask and that's it —I snap my fingers irritably.

—I can live without a shadow palette.

I roll my eyes.

—If of course, you just have to go with your eyes like a slaughtered lamb, the excuse for your sudden accident, and they will give you everything you want.

I was enraged, I was really talking without knowing.

—You have no idea how I use the money they give me.

—So, and in what? —dares.

I inhaled and exhaled truly angry. Now he was behaving like an idiot?

—It's none of your business.

—Accept it, you're a rich girl like everyone else.

He indicated with his open hand around us.

—Use your brain and search S.L.O.W.

—What? —I wrinkle my brow.

I ignored her and walked past he to the closet. Tons of expensive clothes greeted me from within. I took the hangers and threw them away through the window.

Look down. Great overlooked the pool.

I threw it down, went back for the other clothes and shoes, and repeated the action.

Don't finish until your entire closet is empty. I was satisfied, but something was missing.

I left the room and went to the hall bathroom. There I caught Mr. Silva's hair growth shampoo and poured it into the depilatory cream that America had in her bathroom.

Turning around I almost tripped on lipstick on the floor. I took it and looked in the mirror.

A smile creased my lips and I wrote with him in the mirror.

We heard a thud coming from outside.

Logan jumped to his feet and looked at me with wide eyes.

—Shit! —We said at the same time.

Logan took me by the hand and we hurried down the stairs, pull my hand so hard I couldn't keep up with him until I fell off the last step tripping over my ankle.

Felt like this creaked, I stifled a scream.

—Are you OK?

I denied it, my ankle hurt like hell.

I put his hand under my knees and scooped up.

—Hold on to my neck, this is going to be a little shaky —he said with a sideways smile.

I did what he asked me until we left. I buried my nose in his neck and smelled him all the way from the house to the fence.

—Checking if I bathe?

He said it so sultry in his husky voice, god how I loved him.

—It's just that I like your smell.

He pressed his lips together and shook it.

He didn't let go of me until we got to his car. He was about to open the passenger door when we heard América's heartrending scream from inside his house.

We shared a knowing look before getting in the car.

He raised and lowered his eyebrows.

I covered my mouth, that was probably the craziest thing I've ever done in my life. I would pay what they asked me to see the face of América right now. To have seen the expression of horror when he read. Filthy blood with red lipstick on her mirror. I know it's a bit childish, but never tell a Harry Potter fan what to do, maybe at any moment she will petrify you or cast a spell on you I know.

If today in the morning they had warned me about what this day would be like, believe me. Even if I am a little masochistic. I wouldn't change a thing at all if that made me an accessory to a prank with Logan. My Logan? or my expressionless Logan?