Kitchen Table

Kitchen Table

Chapter 49: Kitchen Table.
Scarlett's POV.
“Logan, whose side are you on?” She sprang up, making it look like a competition. I scoffed at her childishness before looking at Logan.
“Stop making everything about you and just apologize, I said, and she widened her eyes, looking at the maid with disgust. “You must be out of your mind, Logan. Say something! Are you going to let this lowlife talk to me like this?” She roared.
“You have a lot to learn.” I shook my head, trying to help the maid up, but she kicked the maid and stepped on her. “Sarah!” I pushed her away, but she got caught by Logan.
“Are you even human?!” I yelled at her, but she ignored me as she placed her plump breast on Logan, who has yet to make a sound. I looked at him, shooting him a deadly glare.
“Logan, I'm tired; let's go inside,” she said, resting on him like she would die soon. “Huh? Is that what you are going to do after hurting someone?” I scoffed at her. Logan sighed and took her out of the dining room.
Once again, I got ignored, and she got chosen. Why does she keep having what I want? I thought, feeling betrayed by Logan. Why does he always find it hard to support me?
It was like a quiet ache, not loud enough to scream, but persistent enough that I couldn't shake it. I started questioning myself—did I say something wrong? Was I too much? I replay the moments, the silences, and the glances that didn’t land on me. It’s strange how being overlooked can make you feel small, almost invisible.
The maid stood up and bowed. “Thank you, ma’am,” she said with no hint of appreciation in her voice. Which I wondered why, but shrugged it off without thinking.
With a broken elbow, she wanted to pack the plate, but she failed as the plates fell from her hand, broken. “I'm sorry, ma'am, don't fire me!” She knelt down pleading.
“Please don't tell Don, I'm sorry!” She said, and I sighed.
“No, it's okay, I can understand.” I said hurriedly and helped her clear the mess. She looks tired and worn out here. Her hands were shivering, and her face looked sick.
“Go get some rest; I will take care of it from here.” I said, and she looked at me suspiciously. I knew what she was thinking. “I won't burn the house this time.” I said, looking at the remodeled kitchen.
“Thank you, ma'am,” she said again, but that time was different. Her eyes softened, and her eyeballs became teary. ”You are welcome,” I nodded, urging her to leave the kitchen.
I sighed, looking at the plates. I couldn't stop repeating the scene earlier in my head. I wanted to remember his expression when he looked at me. I knew he would always choose her, but did I feel like I had a chance?
'He just keeps lying to me just to fuck me!’ I thought as I washed the plates angrily. I got busy, not wanting to think about him anymore.
There’s a part of me that wants to shut down, to build a wall and say, “Fine. I don’t need you anyway.” But another part—stubborn, soft—still longs for a sign. A message. A look. Something that says, “I see you. Well done. You did a good job.”
Because that moment? I don’t feel seen. I felt forgotten. Like a second choice. And that hurts more than I want to admit.
It was already dark before I could finish washing the dishes. I carefully placed the plates where they were meant to be, but then I felt a body behind me. Pressing his chest aggressively against my back…
I knew it was Logan before turning around. His cologne took control of the kitchen air regardless of the ingredients kept inside there.
“Why are you in here? What are you doing, Scarlett?” He muffled in my neck, grazing my earlobe. “Logan, stop.” I pushed him away angrily. “What is it?” He asked, pinning me against the wall with his gaze filled with demands…
I was sure he wouldn't let me go unless we talked about it. “Logan—it’s nothing.” I shook my head as I avoided his gaze. He knitted his brows as he spoke. “Is it about what happened earlier?” He asked, and I looked at him…
“So it's nothing?” I widened my eyes at him, seeing how he asked about it nonchalantly. “You should have just—” he was saying, but I interrupted him. “Just what? Ignore it? Is this how you want your employees to be treated? Like animals?” I scoffed angrily, but he only stared at me lustfully.
“Really? Can I have a proper conversation with you?!” I snapped, jolting him out of everything he was thinking about. “What about we talk about this tomorrow morning? I will apologize to the maid. Huh?” He asked.
It sounded pleasing, and yet. It still felt like he was protecting that spoiled brat. “Okay, do it properly then.” I said, but then I remembered his words in my room earlier.
“So, tell me, what is your relationship with her?” I asked, and he smirked. “Do you really want to know? Why do you care so much about that?” He asked, pressing his body against mine.
I could feel his erection, and that made me want him, but I wanted to hear his response first. It really mattered to me. “Just say it.” I ignored his gaze, acting nonchalant while I really cared.
“She is actually my childhood friend; she is my father's right-hand man's daughter. The one that died some years ago.” He explained, trailing his hands on my back.
“What? Why didn't you tell me earlier?” I pouted without realizing it and took my lips in a searing kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I kissed him back.
He picked me up, placing me gently on the kitchen table. We kissed till we became breathless. He cupped his hands on my perky breast and fondled it till I got wet. I trailed my finger down to his pants and felt how hard his cock was.
I hated him earlier, and at that moment I wanted to stop thinking about anything and focus on him. I only want him to fuck me hard till the building feels it. I wanted to feel his cock in my pussy so bad.
“It's so hard. I want it.” I moaned as he bit my nipples through the clothes. His fingers shifted my pants as he teased my ready, wet pussy.
“What if someone comes in?” I jerked up, realizing when we were in the kitchen. “I don't care.” He said, making me want him more.
“Fuck me!” I moaned eagerly, knowing anyone could enter, but that's what made it more exciting. Like a little secret. An open place. Anybody could come in anytime, but it's only the two of us. Excited, I wanted his cock to explore my pussy walls as I took off my panty immediately.
“I want your cock instead!” I moaned desperately.