Logan POV
My heart was pounding in my chest.
What I said to her in this conversation would determine if she accepted or rejected me.
I couldn’t even think about the rejection. That couldn’t happen. I couldn’t lose her. I wouldn’t lose her.
She was mine. She belonged to me.
Just picturing her with another man…
The anger rose, and I was ready to break down the f*****g house.
No. f**k no. How could I let another man touch her? How could I let another man taste her? How could I let another man hear what I just heard upstairs? Her orgasms were mine. Her moans were mine.
SHE. WAS. MINE.
She looked up at me, and I could tell that she was ready to ask her first question.
She was interrupted by Andrew.
The front door opened, and we heard footsteps approaching. We looked at the entranc
