Training

Is there any legal punishment given by the Jury for poking someone's eye out with a sharp-pointed nail or for cutting off someone's private parts? If it's there then it will probably be under misdemeanor, right?

Huffing loudly with a scowl on my face, I tiredly scan the set of my clothes hanging inside Logan's closet. The sound of a door closing alerted my ears and my eyes brightened up a little when I realized Logan entered the washroom to take a shower. Quickly dropping the towel I had in my hand onto the floor, I rushed out of the closet and quickly plunged under the blanket and welcomed the sleep once again with a happy smile on my face.

The room is still dark, the sun not up yet. It's normal for Logan to wake up at this unholy hour of the day, at 5 am, and even before that. I usually don't mind missing his warmth beside me but I do mind when I'm forced to wake up too. Logan did say he will be training me for self-defense and to fight, but I should've expected this training to start at freaking 6 am. No wonder the idiot forced me to sleep so early yesterday.

My eyes immediately fluttered close and I pressed my head deeper into the pillow. But the heavenly feeling of sleeping again didn't last long. My freaking adamant boyfriend sprinkled cold water on my face and pulled back the blanket off my body, unfortunately waking me up.

"Why did you have to do that!?" I screeched at him, wiping my face. Logan ran his hands through his hair to set it in place and crossed his arms over his naked chest, a towel wrapped around his waist. Wait, did he just shake the water off from his wet hair? On me?

"Come here," Logan muttered and tugged my hand towards him. I stood up from my seat and walked towards him to sit on his lap. Logan's arms wrapped around my waist and my arms went around his hair, massaging his scalp gently. He purred softly, resting his head on my chest.

"You look tired, Log," I whispered. Logan hummed in response and snuggled deeper into my chest. For two minutes, I combed his hair with my fingers feeling him relax under my touch before he straightened up and started working on his laptop. I stood up from his lap as well before walking around him and started massaging his shoulder now.

"Log, why did you transfer money into my account?" I asked him, resting my chin on his shoulder.

"It's your salary for the previous month" he kisses my hair. I smiled at his sweet gesture.

"But why? I haven't worked properly in the past month."

"Who said you haven't worked? To me, you've worked enough," he replies and I roll my eyes. Of course, he'll say that.

"I'll type this document for you." I offered but Logan quickly shakes his head, declining the offer.

"No, I can manage -"

"Log," I cut him off. "Let me do it, at least for my satisfaction," I say firmly. Logan thought about the offer for a minute before he gave in dejectedly.

"Alright, as your wish." he said and motioned me to take a seat before he gave me his laptop. I grinned at him and rolled my sleeves up to my elbows, cracking my knuckles and neck just to give a dramatic effect. Logan chuckled and then started saying aloud the sentences I need to type in.

Most of these indentures are typed by Mia, Logan's assistant but very important ones are fabricated by Logan himself. Still dictating, Logan got up from his seat and walked to the mini-refrigerator that was pushed against one wall. He took a bottle of liquor from inside and a glass before walking back towards me and sat on the desk beside the laptop, instead of sitting on his chair as before. He poured himself a glass of alcohol before taking a sip after telling me to send the document to an email.

"I want some," I said to Logan, pointing the drink with my eyes. Logan raised his eyebrows.

"You can't handle this one, love. It's too strong for you." I narrowed my eyes at his statement. How dare he rub onto my face that I can't handle a drink? He might be true about that info, but the way he said it ignited my ego and I just wanted to prove him wrong at that moment.

"Who said I can't handle it?" I retorted back. Logan's lip curled up slightly.

"Love, don't try to -" Cutting him off, I grab the liquor bottle right away from the table and start gulping it down. But by the end of the third gulp, the bottle was snatched away from me by an angry-amused Logan.

"What are you doing?" he exclaimed. I wiped my mouth with the back of my sleeve and stared at him proudly.

"See! I can handle alcohol." I jut my chin up proudly. Even though my throat is burning very badly, I don't feel any other effect.

"Oh Lia," Logan rubbed his temple exasperatedly. "What have you done? Even if we drink this, sip by sip it would still give a hangover later on, but you just gulped it in one go," he said. I opened my mouth to give a sassy remark, but to my horror, I slowly started to get the effect as the alcohol merged with my bloodstream. My stomach started to burn pretty badly and for a split second, I felt the head spin that I had to hold the armrest. Logan immediately understood my state and came for the rescue, holding my head securely.

"Oh lord," he mumbled. Out of blue, I started giggling uncontrollably. I don't know why or how, but Logan's concerned face looked funny to me. The way his face was hovering over me from the chair with that open mouth seemed comical and thus I couldn't stop giggling. His concerned face immediately morphed into confusion as he noticed my nonstop giggling.

"What are you laughing at?" Logan chuckled with me. I shrugged my shoulders before giggling again.

"I dunno.." I slurred. Logan shakes his head and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.

"Baby, you're wasted." he mumbled as he watched my stupid self acting stupidly. I gasped loudly, with my hand on my chest.

"How dare you say I'm a waste?" I accuse him, narrowing my eyes at him. Logan looks taken aback before he quickly shakes his head.

"Of course you're not a waste. I said you're wasted, means you're drunk." He explained and I rolled my eyes at him. At the same time, Logan's cell phone started ringing and he turned around to pick his phone from the table. He motioned me to stay quiet before he answered his call.

"Yes, Mr. Arrows." Logan stood up from the desk and walked around the room, talking to Mr. Arrows. A naughty idea formulated in my head and I grinned mischievously. I stood up from my chair and rushed towards Logan before standing in front of him with puppy eyes.

"Log, why did you stop? I want you to keep kissing me." I babbled out loudly. Logan's eyes widened like saucers before he quickly covered my mouth with his free hand, lowly hissing me to stop it.

I gave him a wink before I licked his hand. He immediately pulled back his hand in disgust before glaring at me. The level of confidence I'm displaying right now is beyond my capability but strangely I'm enjoying it. I felt liberated in a way, like I could do anything right now. Bring me the 'Pennywise' clown from IT and I will kiss its cheeks. That's how confident and unafraid I feel now.

"Sorry, Mr. Arrows. That was nothing. Please continue." Logan apologized to that guy on the phone.

"Logaaan," I screeched loudly, grabbing his shoulders. Logan's jaw clenched tightly. "Why are you-" Logan cut me off by grabbing the back of my neck and pushed my head into his chest, my voice turning muffled.

His grip on my neck was so strong that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move a bit. As I know there's no other choice, I stopped fighting and wrapped my hands around his waist and stayed in that position, humming a song while Logan kept talking to his business mate. The alcohol is still having a small effect on my body, but not to the point where everything looks like they are moving round in circles.

Logan soon ended his phone call and pocketed it before grabbing my shoulders and pushing me back a bit so that he can look at me.

"So you want a kiss, huh?" He asked me and I grin at him playfully.

"Naaaah, I'm goooodd now." I rejected him and pushed away his hand before turning around to run out of the room. But luck wasn't with me as Logan grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground before placing me on his desk. I squealed and giggled again.

Logan stood between my legs and cupped my cheeks in his hands. "I took it as my duty to always fulfill your dreams and wishes, love." Logan tilted his head and leaned forward to kiss me. But I turned my head to the side at the right time and his lips landed on my cheeks.

"No. Bacteria," I said disgustedly. Logan leaned back with a disbelief look on his face.

"You didn't just say that." he narrowed his eyes, but a small smile grazed his lips. I giggled and pushed him again. This time he stumbled back and I took that chance to jump down and slip away from him.

"Karolia," Logan laughed, trying to catch me but I was quick. I ran to the door and threw it open before rushing out of the room, giggling uncontrollably.

I was panting slightly when I reached Logan's room. I stopped for a moment, pondering what to do now. Should I go to sleep or dance or sing my throat out? As I heard Log's approaching footsteps my eyes caught the sight of a pillow and another idea formed in my head. I took the pillow and stood at the side of the door, making sure I hid myself well enough.

As soon as Logan opened the door I smacked him on his face harshly. I noticed how his body went so stiff right after taking the blow and when I noticed his clenched jaws and pissed face I started laughing, again. Wow, it's so fun to annoy him and I could do this whole day long.

One moment I was laughing my ass off and the next second I'm trapped in Logan's arms from behind. He had successfully snatched the pillow away from me in super speed and had locked my arms behind my back. I started to struggle, trying to free myself while whining like a child.

"LOGAN, LET GO OFF ME." I stated, more like shouted.

"Nope, I'm not letting you do anymore damage. You better calm down right now." He ordered and that pissed me off. Without a second thought, I banged my head back forcefully and since Logan was trapping me from behind, I hit his jaw with the back of my head. Dang, my aim was his head but since this guy is freaking tall he only got it on his jaw.

Logan stumbled back at my unexpected move and cupped his jaw tightly before he let out a series of curses. I turned around and started laughing once again when I saw him turning slightly red. But my fit of laughter died down immediately when I noticed that Logan was still clutching on his jaw.

"Looogg, is it p-paining?" I asked him so innocently. "Come let's go to the hospital," I said and waddled towards him with a pouty face. Why am I pouting when I am the one who hurt him? As soon as I got near him I was thrown over Logan's shoulder a bit harshly.

"You've done enough, sweetheart. Remind me not to give you any sort of alcohol ever again," he said in a sickly sweet tone before spanking my ass.

"W-Where are you taking me?" I yelled at him. Why am I yelling? God knows.

"I had enough with this drunk Karolia. Let's sober you up," he said and walked to the washroom with me hitting his back repeatedly. He placed me in the bathtub and undressed me before he filled up the tub with water, ignoring all my protest.

"You asshole!" I screeched as I felt cold water on my body. "I hate you!"

*******

"Call me when it's done alright?" Logan leaned forward and kissed on my lips.

"You don't have to come to pick me up, Log. William will be there." I mumbled against his lips, referring to our bodyguard who was waiting behind Logan's Porsche car. Scarlet, Tyler, and I decided to hang out in a cafe as Scarlet was planning to leave the town to visit her grandparents for a week and also since Tyler was going for a four days road trip with Finn and a few of his other friends.

"No, I'll pick you up. After that we'll go to the beach." he winks at me, smirking. I smile at him before kissing his cheeks and getting out of the car. I wave him goodbye and happily walk inside the cafe, William following me closely. The bell rang as soon as I opened the door and my gaze soon zeroed in on Scarlet and Tyler sitting at a table near the window. I quickly walked towards them and greeted them with a hug and a fist pump.

"Woah, how does it feel to always have a bodyguard follow you, huh?" Tyler wiggled his eyebrows as soon as I took a seat opposite them. William is sitting on another table, out of earshot but definitely not out of sight. Even though he may act like his entire concentration is on his phone, it's not. I know he can hear as well as see everything that's going around him.

"Haan, definitely amazing to always be under surveillance," I say sarcastically. Tyler and Scarlet chuckled. I had told both of them that Logan's business enemies were targeting his family and me since I'm his girlfriend so I had a bodyguard follow me everywhere for my safety. That was the only reason I got to tell them and stop them from asking too many questions.

"How's it going?" I asked them, taking a french fries from the plate and stuffed it into my mouth. Conversation flowed between us, talking about everything and nothing. To be honest, this hangout was very much needed to calm down my nerves and frustration.

"Gosh, Patrick is very annoying most of the time." Scar shakes her head, a scowl sketched on her lips.

"He's just only looking after you, Scar." I defend Patrick. Scar's scowl intensified.

"He wouldn't allow me to bend down, wouldn't allow me to do my work properly without him always reminding me to 'be careful'. Even if I want to go to the washroom, he'll tag along." Scar rolled her eyes. Tyler and I looked at each other for a second before chuckling at her complaint.

"I really wanna pee now," Scarlet said and got up from her seat before she rushed to the washroom. Tyler and I chuckled again at her urgency before Tyler got up to order three glasses of frappe coffee. I looked around the cafe before scrolling through my phone. Laughing at a meme that Logan had sent me, I didn't notice the stranger passing me until he dropped a piece of paper on my table.

I looked up and tried to call out the stranger, but he already left the cafe in a hurry and I heard the bell sound of the closing door. I frowned in confusion before examining the paper closely. Maybe it slipped off from him. Guess he was in a hurry. What if it's some important paper for him. As my curiosity increased, I unfolded the paper and skimmed along the lines, only to freeze on the spot.

'Knock Knock, Open the door for your foe and be ready.'