Chapter 48

**Logan**

Once I had finished washing my hands and my knuckles had stopped bleeding, I walked back into the cafe to see her still where we were sitting, but she was on the phone. I walked over and sat back down in my seat, and as I sat down, she put the phone down.

"Are you ok?" she asks. I nod and smile.

"Where is that necklace from?" I ask, noticing the silver cross.

"Oh, it's my mom's. I wore it all the time when she died, and then..." she trails off and looks down.

"And then?" I ask

"My father took it off me and hid it," she pauses. My mom left me it in her will, but he thought I didn't deserve it, so he took it off me a year ago," she states. I clench my fists again. Seriously, everything she tells me about her dad makes me want to punch him. But I managed to find it today after looking for it for months," she says with a small smile.

"So urm..." I don't know what to say after snapping at her.

"I'm sorry I made you angry."

"I wasn't angry at you."

"You know, my mom had this cross blessed after she bought it," she says, changing the subject. "She wasn't a big churchgoer, but she did believe. I'm almost ashamed to say I don't, really," she says while playing with the necklace. "She bought it about four years before she died and thought it would protect her if she got it blessed," She then laughs a little. It is a laugh with no emotion it is colder. "Little good that did when she crashed her car and died," she says and turns to look at me.

"Were you close to your mum?" I ask.

"Yeah, we were very close. She was my best friend. I told her everything," she says with a small smile. "What about you?" she asks. "What about your parents?"

"I'm an only child. I wasn't close to my parents," I paused. My father wanted me to take over his business, which I refused to do." I look at her to see her listening. “And then when they died, I left England," I say, leaning back with my coffee.

"So, are you not upset that they are dead?"

"Yeah, of course, but I'm also not. My mother was kind but also a slave driver. She wanted me to be perfect at everything. My father was the same but not as kind about it. I remember once he hit me for calling him a bastard or something, so I punched him, and it ended up turning into a big fistfight and ever since then, we weren't that close," I explain. Her eyes widen slightly, and then she takes a more sympathetic look. “They put me in therapy," I pause. "I've had a lot of anger due to them. The therapy helped."

"Well, that's good, I guess," she says with a small smile. So you're a teacher, and you own a Porsche, and you live in a high-rent apartment?" she pauses. "Please tell me how you can afford that, and other teachers can't?" she asks.

I chuckle "Well, when my parents died, I got quite a bit of money," I say. "I got the estates we owned in Devon and Yorkshire, our villas in Spain and Miami, plus money and many other properties" Her eyebrows raise slightly. "And then I got my trust fund at 18, but I only got that at 18 because I had guardians; otherwise, I would have got it straight away," I pause and run my hand through my hair. "I also got the business which I don’t have any part of."

"Wow," she says with a nod of her head "So you're rich bitch then." She laughs.

"Sort of," I say. She laughs and leans back.

"When I turn 18 I'm gonna be a rich bitch too," she states. I frown "My mother. I get the money when turn 18 and she left it all to me. I also get what my Grandma left me which will be quite a bit because of interest," she pauses "And my mother's dad" she adds. She smiles and then rests her head on her knee "My grandfather who is my dad's dad is well off and I doubt my father will be getting anything when he dies. It’ll probably be split between my uncles and the grandchildren."

"Why's that?"

"They had a disagreement when my father got married to my mom. My grandfather didn't think she was good enough and then when my mother died, he turned up to the funeral uninvited and tried to tell my dad it was for the best and shit," she pauses. "So basically, they are enemies more than family,” she says finishing off her coffee. "I don't get on with my Grandfather, though...well, I don't see him enough to get on with him, but when he turned up to my mom's funeral, I said some harsh words to him so I haven't seen him since" she explained.

"So your family is about as distant as mine," I say. My aunt and uncle are my only family."

"Oh, okay," she says with a small smile, then tilts her head. "So that's why you can afford that fancy apartment of yours and all the stuff in it."

"Yeah, we only got that apartment because he wanted that one. I wanted to go for a house in a suburb or something, you know quieter. But he’s demanding."

"You sound like you, and he are a couple,"

"I feel like it sometimes. He's like a girl, honestly," I pause "he had a go at me once for returning home late from work and because he was practising cooking for this woman he liked. He decided to try his cooking out on me first," I say with a small smile "he threw a fit and started saying 'I've been slaving over this stove for 3 hours for you, and you turn up an hour late, I think it's about time you showed me some respect' it was funny I laughed the whole way through him giving me this lecture." I pause. She giggles "it is even funnier because he had an apron on too" I run my hand through my hair "so yeah I feel like we're married sometimes."

"Hmm," she says and lays her head on the table with her arms underneath.

"Do you want another coffee?" I turn to see the perky girl is back, I turn to Megan.

"Do you want any more?" I ask. She smiles and nods, saying a small "yes, please," turning to the waitress. She smiles and fills our cups with the brown hot liquid.

"Thanks," Megan says sitting up and taking the drink.

"Thanks" I say and the girl bounced off.

"She's too perky."

"That's what I've been thinking since I got here," I say, turning to look at her.

She lets out a small laugh and lays her head on my shoulder. I look down at her to see her yawn and then snuggle closer to me.

"So what are you like, drunk? You've seen what I'm like, and that's a first-class whore"

"No, you're not."

"I am," she says, trying to make me believe her. I sigh slightly, "OK, I'm not always. I do have embarrassing moments."

"Doesn't everyone when they're drunk?" I ask, looking at her.

She looks up at me. "I don't know. What are you like?" she asks

"It depends on who I'm with and what mood I'm in" I state.

"Oh," she pauses "I sing," she says with a little smile. I raise my eyebrows slightly "At the last party I went to with Tyler I got up on a table and sang" she says with a little chuckle. "Tyler never lets me live it down," she says. "I think I sang Lady Marmalade or something to do with sex, and I'm dancing and everything," she pauses "worst party ever. I even remember it all" I laugh and she holds her head in her hands from embarrassment. She then lifts her head, and her cheeks are the brightest pink I have seen them go. "I made all my friends promise never to let me do that again," she laughs and turns to look at me. "I earned myself quite a few female enemies as well if I remember correctly," I raise my eyebrows slightly. "Claire Naper in Julie's class has hated me ever since that party because apparently, her boyfriend said I look hot, so all her friends too hate me and Chelsea Hash in my year."

"That's that girl who swans around the school with two other girls at her side?" I ask. She nods. "So you have the plastics hating you."

"Yes, ever since then, they have all hated me. It's all fine, though, unless I bump into them, and it's like I've walked into the lion's den," she says. I laughed and moved my arm around her.

"The chances are they are all just jealous because you're better than them," I say, looking her in the eyes.

She smiles slightly and looks down. "I highly doubt that" she mutters. Sighing I move my hand up to her chin and lift her head to face me.

"I think you should stop putting yourself down," I say, stroking my thumb across her jawline. "You're beautiful," I say, looking into those intense forest-green eyes of hers. "Don't let anyone tell you anything different," I add, lightly pressing my lips onto hers.