Chapter 182
**Logan**
That could have gone a lot worse; I knew she would have been upset; I wasn’t sure how upset. The lucky thing is that she’s smart and can understand the point I was trying to make. She didn’t let her fear cloud her judgement.
David didn’t think we should tell her because she would act differently. With how pissed she was I didn’t get to say to her that we’ve already let him go, but we only let him go today, so the chances of him being anywhere near here for the next couple of days are slim. He’s not that stupid to come straight here. I’ll tell her tomorrow—one thing at a time.
When she asked me about what I liked in bed, it was the cutest thing ever. I’d never seen her so red even her ears went red; she was that embarrassed and nervous. I think she was expecting a lot worse. When she agreed to try some of the things out, I fell further in love with her if that was even possible.
She surprised the hell out of me this evening when she walked out of the bathroom wearing the lingerie I had bought her. I’d had the cuffs and blindfold specially made to match. It took everything in me to not throw her on the bed, and claim her as mine.
Moving my arms around her waist, I deepen the kiss. It’s a warm night tonight, so it’s perfect to be out here looking at the stars. The other night I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she looked up at the sky and listened to all the things I was telling her. At first, she found it difficult to see all of the constellations, but when I showed them to her through the app on my phone that shows the constellations through AR, she loved it. I never in a million years thought she’d enjoy hearing me harp on about the universe.
Megan pulls away and turns her attention back up to the sky.
“Have you got your phone on you?” she asks.
“No, do you want me to get it,” she looks at me and gives me a small smile. “I’ll be back then,” I say getting up.
“Logan,”
“Yeah?” I stop and look down at her.
“I love you,” she says with a small smile. She doesn’t say it first to me often, but when she does, it’s like hearing it for the first time.
“I love you too,” I say, before kissing her. Her hand moves round to the back of my neck, pulling me closer to her. I smile into the kiss to then slowly pull away. “If we continue I’ll never get my phone,”
“Ok but hurry up back,” she says and leans back onto the swing.
“Promise,” I say, and walk back into the house to get my phone.
**Jonathon**
The stupid bitch thought she could hide the fact she was screwing her teacher. I knew as soon as I met him that she was screwing him. The whore. She’s mine, and she belongs to me. She’s just like her mother. This time I’ll get to punish her for it.
Once the fucker who took me let me go I knew they would think I’d lay low for a while before coming for her. I’m not sure why he didn’t kill me, the bastard had threatened it enough. It sure seemed like he wanted to the first time I met him.
It wasn’t difficult to get here after I was left in the middle of nowhere. It helped that I don’t look like the press release photo that’s out there of me. For one, I had a beard; I got rid of that as soon as I could, and my hair is longer. I managed to steal some money from a prostitute. She thought I was homeless and tried to give me some change. The stupid woman was off her face on meth, so I didn’t have to do much to get that. I ended up getting a room at some shitty motel and some supplies.
This house is full of hidden doors that no one seems to know about. I remembered that in her closet at the back, there's a small door that connects to the closet next door. Once in the house, all I had to do was get into that room. Everyone was out during the day. The only person that was in was the English lady, but she didn’t seem too aware of her surroundings. I'd watched the security all day to get their routine. They didn’t venture too close to the house; their focus seemed to be more the woods.
I stayed in Megan's room until I heard her come home. Then I moved back to the room next door. I could have gotten her then, but there was another woman in the room, and from their conversation, she was her bodyguard.
When she left, I waited, getting her while she slept seemed like the best idea. I could do whatever I wanted. Killing her seemed like the best option, but that’s not as fun. She needed to be punished first. My plan went down the drain when I heard her in the room with another man. My whore likes it rough; I knew she always did.
After watching her screw that brute, I knew what I had to do, I had to get rid of him. I moved downstairs to find a weapon when they started to fall asleep. I didn’t expect them to follow. It seems luck is on my side because not long after they went to the garden, he got up to leave.
She disgustingly told him she loves him. It should be only me.
Now was my chance. This British prick needed to be killed; he can’t have my Megan. Swinging the iron fire poker in my hands, I wait for him to walk out of the kitchen to the stairs. Once he gets to the stairs, I run at him. He turns, but he’s not quick enough, I swing as hard as I can. Pain radiates up my side; my ribs haven’t healed from being broken last week, making my swing weaken. The metal collides with his head, and I watch as he drops to the floor. Blood seeps out of the open wound on the side of his head.
I chuckle to myself and shake my head. I bet he’s a dumb fuck; he looks it. Maybe I’ll kill his dog too.
Megan’s turn.
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