They All Know

They All Know

Chapter 52: They All Know.

Scarlett's POV.

Pressing my ass against his cock made me feel stung on my pussy as they felt pressured. It was still as hot as ever because of the banging from earlier, and my legs were wobbly.

He picked up his phone. And I heard my uncle's name. 'Alister?’ I thought. “What? My uncle is back?” I said, surprisingly.

I didn't know why I was happy when he betrayed me and ran away, but I still wanted him to explain. I wished to listen to his side of the story.

“Yeah,” Logan nodded slightly. “Please, can I go to him? I need to talk to him.” I requested, and he looked sideways, not satisfied with my request.

“No,” he replied shortly, fitting in his pants, but I stopped him, holding his hands. “Please, Logan. I will be quick.” I said, staring at his eyes.

“Okay, then. Let's go together. He is in my office.” He said, cupping my cheeks with his hand. “Really? I can do that? Now?” I widened my eyes as I put on his shirt hurriedly to go to my room.

He spanked my ass as I walked past him… “I will be back soon; don't run away.” I said as I ran out of his room, and as expected.

Sarah was standing across his doorstep with a murderous gaze. She scrutinized my body filled with Logan's bites. His shirt was above my knees, revealing enough skin on my thigh, which probably showed her how claimed my body was as the bites appeared on every spot.

“Fucking bitch! Slut!” she cursed as her eyes burned with rage. “Yes, Sarah, call me whenever you want, because I will keep fucking that man in there until my pussy can feel any wetness anymore,” I walked closer to her as I whispered.

“Fuck you!” She hit me with her plump breasts, which were half exposed without wearing a bra. Her nightgown was above his knees, barely covering her ass. I knew she went to Logan prepared to get fucked.

“Horny bitch!” I cursed as I slipped my hand in her gown before she could think. She wasn't wearing any panties as the wetness stained her thighs. I looked at my fingers as I smirked.

I knew she was listening to us when we were fucking each other. “Do you need a cucumber? Or you can use any of those guards; they would gladly help you.” I winked at her, taunting.

“Enjoy your moment, bitch. Because this might be the last time you will taste his cock.” She hissed with a determined face as she walked out on me.

“What? Last time? I will still fuck that man tonight. Every hole in my body will.” I smirked as I looked at her retreating back.

We started eating breakfast as fast as we could because I couldn't wait to leave. “Logan?” Sarah called joining the table.

“Good morning, Sarah,” Logan said slowly. “I came to your room this morning—” She said and paused. “Yeah, I heard you, but I was busy. I'm sorry, what was that about?” Logan asked.

“I just wanted to say hi, that's all,” she said, moaning as she rubbed her chest shamelessly. Only her nipples were saved from the light. Her clothes were see-through as her plump breasts kept bouncing because of her random movements.

“Okay….” Logan nodded, not sparing her a glance. She clenched her fist as she looked at me with a murderous gaze. She hissed at me as I smirked.

I looked around the room looking for the maid from last night, but I couldn't find her. 'Where could she be?’ I thought.

After some time, we finished eating, and I stood up and followed Logan behind. Sarah caught the situation and stopped us. “You two—” she was saying, but Logan cut in.

“I am taking her to my office. We will be back soon.”

He opened the car door for me and patted Sarah's head. “Bye,” he mumbled as the driver zoomed out of the mansion.

The drive was silent and awkward. That was the first time I would be in the same car with Logan without being forced or being fucked. His fingers always find their way to my pussy.

I looked beside me, stealing a glance at him reading financial chat with so much elegance.

He set the tablet down on the center console, finally, like he’d wrestled the chaos into submission for now. His shoulders dropped an inch, but his energy was still coiled—like something that hadn't yet decided whether it was going to snap or smolder.

"You’re staring," he said without turning his head.

"I am," I admitted subconsciously.

There was something about watching him work—the control, the focus, the way his mind raced faster than he let on. It was intimate in its own way. Like seeing someone undress, but from the inside out.

He turned to face me then, slowly. His eyes scanned my face like a heat sensor, lingering just a moment too long on my mouth.

"You always steal a glance at me like that when I’m working?" he asked, his voice lower now, smoother.

"Only when you're this close," I said, looking away slightly.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but it didn't reach his eyes. Too much tension there. Too many calculations still running in the background of his brain.

But his hand moved between us anyway—slow, deliberate—and rested against my knee, warm through the silk of my dress. I got lucky because my dress was below the knee, or else I wouldn't have been able to handle his direct touch.

"You make it hard to focus," he said with his deep voice.

I swallowed, pulse kicking up. The outside world felt a million miles away. No traffic, no skyline, just the dark interior of the car and the way his thumb moved in slow, thoughtful circles over my skin because he raised my skirt up slightly. As if he were trying to solve something else—something messier, something not on a chart.

"You don't always have to be in control, you know," I said, my voice quieter now, fighting the urge.

He tilted his head, studying me. Then he leaned in, not all the way—just enough for the space between us to grow tight with heat.

"I do," he said. "But you’re the exception I keep trying not to make."

The car kept moving, but time didn’t. Just that quiet press of his hand, the ghost of his breath near mine, and the unspoken promise humming between us. The only thing stopping the two of us then was his driver.

I shifted away from him to control myself, and he did the same.

Not too long,

We got to his company. “Welcome, Don. Welcome, madam.” They greeted me, and I was stunned by their words, while Logan's expression stayed the same as he held my hand.

“Wait! What?” I widened my eyes. I thought we were secretly fucking each other, but it turned out that the entire city knows!

“Scarlett,” I heard my uncle's voice, and I halted.