Unbosom

The leaves fell to the ground, adorning the streets and sidewalks with their vibrant gold and red hues. Through the glass window of Logan's sleek black Audi A4, as he slowly weaves through New York traffic, I watch the trees dance in the autumn breeze.

The small world inside this car, the world that only consists of me and Logan, is packed with a tense and dull atmosphere, in contrast to the calm and happy spirit that followed the world outside the car. I haven't said anything to him except nod when he asked if he could drop me off at University because I was running late this morning. I would have taken a ride with Scarlet if she hadn't had to leave with Patrick so early this morning.

I'm not angry with Logan for yesterday's prank; I believe I showed my displeasure by slapping him, but I've decided that from now on, it's better to give him the cold shoulder because Natasha's words kept nagging at me the entire time.

'You don't even have a right to be here.' You are simply a homeless girl to whom he has decided to provide shelter.'

'Keep your distance from my man.'

Even though it is painful, I know she is correct. I'm not a part of their world. I'm a social outcast. Natasha proved it to me with her glares and disgusting looks, which neither the mother nor the son had ever made me feel since the day I arrived. Logan tried to apologize for his prank during the first few minutes of our journey, but I quickly cut him off by plugging my headphones into my ear, despite the fact that my heart melted for his attempt. He realizes his error.

But, for his sake, a life he'll have with Natasha, and for mine, I need to take a step back before my feelings for him turn into something else. My heart simply cannot take any more heartbreaks. As Natasha predicted, he'll be hers sooner or later.

We arrived at my university after another excruciating twenty minutes. I mumbled a quick thank you and quickly gathered my belongings to get out of the car as soon as possible. But just as I was about to open the door, I heard a lock click. What the hell is going on? I turned to face Logan, whose hand was on the car's control panel.

I said calmly, "Logan, unlock the door." His jaw was clenched, and he was staring at me with an unidentified emotion.

"First, listen to me," he said solemnly. He was dressed in a grey suit, and his hair was neatly gelled back. And the way his jawline appears when he clenches it is flawless.

I'm sitting there struggling with the handle, knowing I can't open it on my own. When I realized that my actions were not going to get him to open the door, I gave up and sat motionlessly, arms crossed in front of me, looking straight ahead.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly enough that I couldn't almost hear him. I clench my teeth, refusing to give in to his words. He wasn't used to saying sorry, judging by how he squirmed in his seat, his knuckles clenched on the steering wheel.

"I know I shouldn't have scared you like that after learning about your weakness," he sighed before looking me in the eyes. His blue eyes have depth.

"I'm sorry, and I truly mean it," he said earnestly. I nodded my head and clicked my tongue as if I was thinking.

"OK, I forgive you," I said. "Now open the door," I said strongly. Before he unlocked the car, his shoulders visibly relaxed. I jumped out and dashed into campus, not looking back because I knew he was watching my every move.

Logan's POV:

"All of the papers must be on my table first thing tomorrow morning. Do you get it?" My auditor stuttered out a yes after I said it firmly. He's lucky he's not standing in front of me right now, or I'd be handing him the termination letter right now. I assigned him a simple task, which he was unable to complete on time. Lazy bastard.

I tossed the car key into the bowl and shrugged off my jacket, revealing only my grey vest and trousers. As I listened to the idiot's pathetic excuse, I ran my fingers through my hair, messing it up even more.

"Yes, submit it in order," I grumbled. "How many times should I say this-" When I was on my way to my room, someone slammed into me, and I staggered back a little. The anger that had been building up in my veins had finally reached a boiling point, and I seethed in rage.

"F***ing hell," I cursed aloud, finally regaining my footing. But my heart softened instantly when I noticed a petite figure on the floor, papers flying around us. Karolia frowned as she rubbed her arm, her gaze fixed on the slowly forming red skin. I guess it was a tough fall.

I immediately approached her and sat on my knees, taking hold of her arm and examining it. She immediately looked up, her eyes widening.

"Logan," she exclaimed, surprised. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to run into you," she quickly apologized, pulling her hand away from my grasp. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes fluttering, as she does when she is embarrassed.

"Give me a minute," I told my staff, who kept calling my name. Karolia looked up at me, puzzled, and I pointed to the earpiece that was attached to my ear. Her mouth formed the letter 'o.'

She quickly got up and began collecting the scattered papers from the floor. I stood up and opened my mouth to ask her if she was okay, but she quickly walked away from me, much to my surprise. My brow furrowed in perplexity. She appears to be in a hurry.

Hours later, I finally realized the hurry Karolia was in. She's rushing to get away from me. Whenever I try to talk to her, she either ignores me or responds with a one-word response, which is getting on my nerves. When I apologized this morning, I assumed she had forgiven me. Her face lacked the usual glow, and her eyes were on high alert whenever I was near her.

When I saw her walking towards her room, I called out, "Karolia!" When she turned around and saw me approaching her, her eyes widened slightly before she dashed into her room and shut the door.

What the fuck is going on?

Karolia's POV:

I breathed a sigh of relief. It appears difficult to avoid Logan when he is literally behind me. I stayed in my room for the majority of the evening, but there were times when I had to step out to get the bottle I kept in the refrigerator, or when I realized, as I am now, that I had forgotten my phone downstairs.

In frustration, I let out a loud groan and smacked the back of my head against the door. I wouldn't bother taking my phone if I hadn't promised Scar to call her. But then again, Logan isn't exactly waiting for me. I'm sure he's lost interest in talking to me by this point. So I can go downstairs quickly.

Before stepping out, I carefully opened my bedroom door and looked to the left and right. There was no one in the corridor. I quietly shut my door and walked quickly on my tiptoes. But, once again, fate demonstrated its disdain for my entire existence when I felt a hand wrap around my waist before someone pushed me against the wall.

Logan appeared in front of me, and I gasped in surprise. His eyes were dark and filled with a plethora of emotions. But I can think of one: anger. Uh-Oh. He was just waiting for the right moment to come after me. My hands were on his broad shoulders, and he pressed his body even more against mine, causing my heartbeat to race.

"Logan, what are you up to?" "Let go of me," I squirmed in his grip, trying to shake him off. But he grabbed my wrists and slammed them hard against the wall on either side of my head.

"I thought you forgave me," he expressed his feelings.

When I replied, I looked everywhere but at him. "I have forgiven you."

"Then why?" He inquired. I raised my brows and looked him in the eyes this time.

"Why what?" I retaliated.

"Why are you fleeing from me?"

"I'm not fleeing from anyone."

"Is that so?" He leaned in closer with each question, and I had to raise my eyes to see him.

"How come you ignored me when I called?" He inquired huskily.

"I was in a hurry," I said quickly, still trying to wiggle my hands-free from his grip.

"Are you rushing to avoid me?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes. He's already figured out my plan. "I was in a hurry to get something," I began again. "Besides, it's not like you want to say something important to me, right?" I joked. Be hard on him. The mantras that I kept repeating in my head were, "Don't go all mushy and polite."

"It was important," he said, his lips almost touching my earlobes. I shivered visibly, and I noticed him smirking with delight. Asshole

"What exactly is it?" I inquired in response to his previous statement. If it's anything important, it will most likely be him asking me why I put milk in the raspberry juice Natasha made for herself. I was in the kitchen at the time, and she had briefly left the room to take a phone call. Natasha is avoiding all dairy products to keep her body fit, so I purposefully added a little to see how she would react. I mean, she was pretty rude to me yesterday, so I figured I'd exact some retaliation.

"Which shampoo do you use?" he inquired, and I made a surprised and perplexed expression. He's curious about the shampoo I use. Is that really that important to him?

"You smell so good," he exclaimed as he took a long sniff of my hair, and my breath caught in my throat. That was hot!

His grip on my wrists loosened before he placed both his hands loosely on my waist. That's when I heard footsteps approaching, indicating that someone was walking down the hallway to where we were standing. My eyes widened as I realized it was Natasha, and I tried to push Logan away. I'm not going to be seen with him in front of her.

"Logan, Natasha is coming," I whispered frantically, and he gave me a puzzled look.

"So?" Okay, this guy is oblivious! Acknowledging that we didn't have much time, I did what came to mind at the time. I pushed him backward with my hands on his shoulders. He stumbled back quickly because he wasn't expecting my reaction. I pushed him into a nearby room, which happened to be his room and closed the door.

"What the-" By placing my hand on his mouth, I was able to silence him. Confusion and surprise were written all over his face, but his eyes danced with delight. Logan, on the other hand, likes to be in charge, so he turned the tables. He pushed me against the closed door and took my hand out of his mouth before interlocking our fingers and pressing it against the door.

He then leans in close to whisper something into my ear. "If you want to have fun with me, all you have to do is ask, love," he said seductively, and I stared at him, ignoring the swarm of butterflies in the pit of my stomach.

I rudely asked him to stop talking before listening to the sound of footsteps on the other side of the door. My eyes widened as I heard the sound grow louder and louder until it came to a halt right in front of Logan's door. Shit! Scarlet is also incorrect this time. Natasha isn't the one standing like a pole; I'm the one between them. And if she sees me in a room with Logan, I'll be blamed for destroying their relationship. That is something I do not want to happen.

"Logan," she said as she knocked on the door, and before I could respond, Logan said, "Yeah, Nat?" I gave him a deathly glare, which only confused him further.

"Open the door," she says as she twists the doorknob. Fortunately, I was astute enough to lock it when I pushed him into the room.

"Just a second," he said, extending his arm to unlock the door as I stood against it, his other hand still on my waist. My glare grew stronger as I slapped his hand away.

"What?" He asked me loudly, and all I want to do is smack his dumb head. "What do you mean, L?" Natasha shouted from the other side. Before he could do any more harm, I drew his head down so I could reach his ear and said -

"I'm going to hide in your closet. If you dare to say anything about my presence, I will not hesitate to knee you hard." I threatened him, and to say he was taken aback was an understatement. I didn't give my brain enough time to process what I was saying or who I was threatening right now.

I dashed into his walk-in closet and looked around for a place to hide. The space is large enough to house a football team, but my options for hiding are limited. The majority of the cupboards lack doors. However, she is unlikely to enter his closet right now. As the knocking became more insistent, I heard Logan open the door. He took his time opening the door.

"What was it that took you so long?" Natasha was speaking when I overheard her. She didn't wait for his response. "Anyway, can I borrow your white T-shirt?" she asked.

"Why?"

"It's for something I'm putting together for our reunion. It's a surprise," she said sweetly, making me mentally gag. The contrast between her voice now and when she speaks to me is as stark as the two seasons. Winter and Spring.

Logan said, "It's in my closet," and my eyes widened. Oh my goodness. I quickly opened one of the wardrobe doors and attempted to enter it. However, I was not tall enough for my buttocks to reach the shelf.

"Oh, I'll take it," she says, and my heart sinks. She's on her way. I jumped again with all my strength, and this time I succeeded. By the time Natasha entered the closet, I was safely inside. When I heard her rummaging around, I continued to pray. Please do not unlock this door.

Please do not unlock this door.

"I've got it. "Thank you, L," she said before closing the door. I sighed and leaned back, one of the jackets falling on my lap, adding to the pile that had already formed when I struggled to fit in.

After a few moments of silence, I heard the door open again before hearing his voice. "What the hell happened to her?" I opened the door slightly and saw Logan peering beneath a white island in the center of the room.

I threw open the door with a loud thud after making sure Natasha wasn't with him or in the room. Logan immediately turned around, his brow furrowed in amusement. I jumped out and stuffed the clothes back into the closet. He can fold it later. I then approached him, pressing my finger against his chest and narrowing my eyes.

"When someone hides, it indicates that she does not want the other person to see her. The very least you could do is not direct her right into my hiding place," I yelled angrily at him. This guy is going to ruin everything! He exhaled a deep chuckle.

"You never cease to amaze me," he laughed as he shook his head, and I rolled my eyes at him. "Aside from that, why are you hiding?"

"Gosh, you're clueless," I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air in frustration.

"What are you on about?"

"It's because of Natasha," he was more perplexed by this point. "She's your girlfriend, and-"

"Ex" he quickly corrected, and I made a face.

"Soon to be again," I mumbled harshly, and his face grew solemn, and he took a step forward. "What are you attempting to convey?"

"What I'm saying is that you should stop messing with me and stop talking to me. Seeing you with me hurts her and destroys your relationship. Besides, I'm just a homeless girl who you took in. "I don't belong in your upper-class world any longer," I said softly at the end. "Therefore, stop. Stop playing with her heart," I said firmly, and I saw the same rage in his eyes.

"Did she tell you all of it?" he asked, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me in closer. I looked everywhere but at him. Yes, she said, and I'm not going to deny it. What's the point?

He let go of my shoulders, but instead, he knelt down, grabbed my knees, and threw me over his shoulder. I let out a surprised squeal as I felt myself being lifted into the air, only to have my ribs collide with a hard shoulder. That stings, idiot!

"Put me down," I yelled, slapping his back, but to no avail. He began rushing out of his room as if I didn't weigh 110 pounds. My hair was strewn out in front of me, and blood rushed to my head as a result of this position. Before he walked through, I could see him climbing down the stairs before he walked through some doors I didn't go before.

I started screaming at him to let me go, but as soon as I realized we weren't alone in the house, I shut up. I started hitting him from behind and hissed at him, but it didn't deter the asshole who is carrying me around like a sack of potatoes.

"You jerk, stop-" He cut me off by smacking my buttocks hard, and I let out a loud gasp in response to the stinging sensation and the shiver that ran through my body. Is he the real deal?

I was soon hit by a blast of cold air. Are we outside? When I looked around, I noticed a large swimming pool in the center.

"Put me down," I screamed and pleaded.

"As you wish," he finally said before plunging me into the icy water. As the cold water engulfed my body like needles and pins, I squealed loudly and gasped for air as I resurfaced. I looked around to give that jerk a piece of my mind, but he was nowhere to be found. I frowned, but soon a cold hand wrapped around my waist before he abruptly turned me around, pressing my body into his. I gasped in surprise, taking a moment to collect myself before repeatedly slapping his chest.

"Why did you do that?" I yelled at him. With water droplets collecting on his eyelashes and his shirt sticking to his chest, he appeared to be an angel. I tried to ignore our proximity, but it was difficult with my heart slamming against my ribs.

"To clear the fog in your head," he said sarcastically, and I gritted my teeth in rage. He, more than anyone, needs to get rid of the stupidity in his head.

"Lia, this is my life. I choose who I spend my time and my life with," he said. "It is not your or Natasha's decision to make. "Do you get it?" He gave me a hard stare.

"But-" He drew me in closer, his hand flat on my back. "Do you understand?" His tone was commanding, and I couldn't help but nod.

"Let me be clear: Natasha no longer plays a role in my life and never will. We're just buddies. But if she behaves badly without my presence, I expect you to stand up for me and you. Not like a dog who obeys her commands. "Do you get it?" He looked at me as if I were a child.

"Y-Yes" Why do I get the impression that I'm being lectured here?

Natasha's voice came from inside the house and said, "Logan."

Logan leaned forward and whispered something into my ears that completely stopped my heartbeat.

"How about we put on a little show for her?"

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