Gianna Ossen
After tying Logan's tie, I still enjoy looking around the walk-in closet. I have to admit, Logan has unique and good taste. Most of the clothes here are white. Of course, there are other colors, but white dominates.
"You like white," I muttered.
Logan looked at himself in the mirror while ensuring he looked good.
"Hem, my whole family loves white," Logan replied.
"Your family?" I mumbled. This was the first time I'd heard of this. "You have a family?"
Logan sighed. "Of course I do. What way do you think I came into the world?"
"I mean. I've never seen anyone in this house besides you, Aiden, and your workers."
"Did I ever talk about this?" Logan was busy with his own thoughts. "I rarely talk about my family. My parents don't like to settle down. They like to travel the
