Chapter 98
\*\*Megan\*\*
I finish off curling my hair and place the curlers on the dresser. I hear someone knock on the door, I call for them to come in. I look to see Yasmin, she gives me a small wave and shuts the door behind her. She sits down on the bed and yawns.
“Did you two sort it out?” she asks.
“Yeah, his uncle set him up,” I sat as I put on some mascara.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t think he wants us together,” I say and the bathroom door opens. Logan walks out with a towel wrapped around him. He looks at Yasmin then at me.
“Hello Yasmin,” he says.
“Hi,” she says with a small smile and I watch her as her eyes look him up and down. She looks at me and give me a wide grin. “Sorry,” she says and then looks down.
“When are we going?” I ask Logan.
“When we’re done,” he says and walks into the wardrobe.
“Where are you going?” Yasmin asks.
“Paris,” I say, her eyebrows raise.
“Cool, that’s a date and half isn’t it,” she says and I smile. The door opens and Carl walks in with Max behind him. He looks at me and smiles a little then looks at Yasmin and glares at her. He then walks towards the wardrobe and opens it.
“Carl get the hell out,” Logan says and then the door slams shut.
“I don’t know why he’s acting all embarrassed I’ve seen him naked loads of times,” he say in a matter of fact tone. Then the wardrobe door opens and Logan walks out in just a pair of dark jeans that hung on his hips showing the band of his boxers. He buckles them up and looks at Carl.
“What do you want?” he asks.
“Your dog is pissing me off, he won’t stop following me and he decided to take the biggest dump in the woods earlier, I think he’s just trying to piss me off,” he says and I look at Max and pat my leg. He walks towards me and jumps up.
“Can he come with us?” I ask Logan.
“He doesn’t like helicopters,” Logan says.
“Helicopter?” I question.
“Where are you going?” Carl asks.
“None of your business,” Logan snaps at him.
“I was only asking,” Carl mutters and looks down.
“He doesn’t like the sound of helicopters,” Logan says walking over to me and Max and stroking his dog.
“Aww ok,” I say “Do I look ok?” I ask. He looks at me and smiles.
“Beautiful,” he says “Do I look ok?” he asks with a small smirk.
“I think you need a shirt but either way you look beautiful,” I say repeating his compliment.
“Good,” he says and kisses the top of Max’s head and then stands. “Come on I’ll feed you seen as Carl hasn’t yet,” he says to the dog and walks with Max out of the room.
“We’re going to France,” I say looking at Carl. He nods and walks out of the room.
“I think he’s annoyed,” Yasmin states and I frown “last night I was downstairs with him and we were playing the xbox 360 and we were just talking along with a bit of a drink,” she pauses.
“Why would he be annoyed at that?” I ask.
“Let me finish, we started drinking and then he kissed me which resulted in us getting a bit more handsy and then I stopped it, told him it shouldn’t have happened and then I went to bed, he then came in to my room and told me I was a cock tease and then walked out,” she explains. My eyes widen and I let out a suppressed breath.
“Wow,” I say standing up.
“To be fair I was teasing him,” she says with a small giggle “but is it really my fault if I want him to work to get into my pants?” she asks. I look at her surprised “I’m not saying I’ll sleep with him but he’s a player, so why not play him at his own game,” she says shrugging. I smile and take a quick glance in the mirror.
“Do I look ok?” I ask.
“You just asked Logan,” she states.
“I know but he’s going to say that no matter what I want an honest opinion,” I state.
“You look good,” she states.
“Did she not believe me?” Logan asks as he walks in. Yasmin stands and shakes her head.
“I’m off back to bed, have a good time,” she says and walks out of our room. Logan walks over to me and moves his arms around my waist.
“I told you,” he says and leans in to kiss me on the lips.
“Go put a shirt on,” I say moving away from him “I’ll wait for you downstairs,” I state and walk out of the room.
I walk into the kitchen to see the pregnant maid I saw when we first arrived and a man in a white tunic so I’m guessing he’s the cook. He has dark brown hair and is the same height as Logan and at a good build. He looks like he’s in his thirties. It looks like they were in deep conversation before I arrived.
“Morning,” the girl says. I give her a small smile and look at the cook.
“Is it ok if I get a drink?” I ask. He nods and gestures for me to help myself. I walk towards the counter and then turn. “Where are the glasses?” I ask. He smiles a little.
“I’ll make you a drink just take a seat, I have to make breakfast anyway,” he states. I nod and do as I’m told.
“Megan right?” the brown hair girl asks. I nod “Stacey,” she says holding out her hand. I smile and give her hand a small shake.
“Do you know what you’re having?” I ask.
“A baby,” she states.
“She hopes,” the chef says cutting her off and she scowls at him.
“Boy,” she says and I smile.
“That’s nice,” I say and smile a little.
“Yeah, I wanted a boy, a girl afterwards,” she says and I smile.
“Every parent dreams of having a boy and a girl,” I state.
“I don’t want a girl,” the chef says.
“Tough, I want a girl and we will have babies until I have a girl,” she snaps at him. He looks at her as he walks towards the fridge. I raise my eyebrows and let out a long breath. “Sorry,” she says “I’ve done nothing but be grouchy over the past few days,” she says looking towards me.
“It’s fine,” I say.
“Do you have any sisters or brothers?” she asks and the chef clears his throat. She looks at him and frowns.
“No,” I state “my mother did become pregnant when I was five but she miscarried and they didn’t bother after that,” I explain.
“Aww,” she says and she looks like she’s about to cry “that is so sad,” and as she says that she starts to cry. My eyes widen and I look at the chef.
“Stacey,” he sighs and places a glass of orange in front of me.
“But it’s so sad,” she says.
“I’m sorry,” I say putting my hand on hers.
“Don’t worry she started crying at a wildlife program last night, over a deer getting hunted,” he says and I smile a little and look at her.
“I think it was for the best,” I state and she looks at me.
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“Well everything happens for a reason doesn’t it and if you think of this philosophy that when one dies another is born then death gave another a life,” I state trying my best to make her stop crying.
“Oh,” she says and looks down. “Yeah,” she says perking up a little and looking at me. I sigh in relief “Do you want children?” she asks.
“Urm...” I look away.
“Are you crying again Stacey?” I hear Logan say as he walks in. I look at him as he sits down next to me.
“No,” she says huffing. I smile and take a sip of my drink. “So do you want children?” she asks me again.
“I haven’t really thought about it,” I say, hoping to drop the subject. I don’t exactly want to tell her that I can’t have children, one of the reasons being she may start crying again.
“Logan wants loads so you’ll have to make up your mind because with how many he wants you’ll have to start next year,” she says with a small grin. I look at Logan, he doesn’t look at me, he’s looking at the chef watching as he makes us breakfast. “Well I’ve got to get sorted to clean the gallery,” she states and gets up off the stool and walks out.
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