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For the next few couple of days Logan took me out to places and I thought he’d completely forgotten about my attempt to escape on our wedding day. Logan would make love to me tenderly, he’d drive us out to eat at the most beautiful restaurants in town, he’d show me around the city and always talk about beautiful things. He’d take me visiting bawling alleys, take me shopping till I got tired.

I started to warm up to him and quickly put so many things behind us. Logan would occasionally whisper into my ear how much he loved me and I’d confess it back. Especially one of the many times he pulled me into the shower with him. The feeling was immensely overwhelming.

And then, just when I’d thought he’d done too much, Logan grabs me by the arm unexpectedly at the beach he’d taken us to and inhaled my hair deeply. Then he whispered into my ears ” what do I have to do to make you love me Layla? ”

I shuddered before spinning in his arms to face him. And for the first time in so long, I felt genuinely safe and happy in his arms. I felt loved and that was all that mattered.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Grabbing hold of his arms, I replied ” come on, let’s go home. ”

Logan’s smile could never be matched as he rose up and we packed up to leave. As soon as we reached the space of our bedroom, I surprised him by grabbing his face and kissing him on his full lips. Logan’s body tenses up in surprise, surprise that I was kissing him first. That I was making the first move. But after a moment, his body relaxes and he kisses back with so much energy, he started to grab my body impossibly closer to him.

For what felt like long minutes we stood there kissing harshly and urgently, our hands roaming each other’s bodies, trying to pull each other’s clothes away.

I succeeded in pulling off his shirt and tossing it away before pushing him back in the bed. He seems surprised by this but I gave him a sensual smile and he got it immediately. Today I was taking control and I saw that he loved it when I started pulling at my sundress.

Slowly, I took out it’s straps and wiggled out of the light dress, revealing my naked body. I saw his eyes twitch with excitement as he watched me. I methodically walked towards him, climbed on top of him and straddled him before leaning in to claim his lips again. While I gently reached down to unbuckle his belt and push off his pants, out lips danced harmoniously.

Soon we were struggling to breathe under the intense love making. My legs are wrapped around his thighs as I take his throbbing penis full on. I rode him perfectly for a first and I saw how impressed he was. It was all over his face by the time he exploded and I leaned on top of him to kiss his chest.

” I love you Logan, ” I confessed into his ears ” that is my answer to your question ”

Logan’s P. O. V.

What is acting? Some people say it’s an art. That cannot be taught, you are born with it. Or some people are just natural, they don’t get any recognition because their acting takes place in real life and not reel life.

I was a marvelous actor judging from my disturbed childhood. All I’d done was act, acting was the only possible way to fit into this world. A world where I was judged on so many levels. I learned I wasn’t going to be normal a long time ago, when my father sent me to jail. A young teenager who had fought school bullies and street tugs for his little brother. And he had never looked back. Neither had my mother, or the brother I sacrificed years of my life protecting.

But since I met Layla, she made me realize without even trying that there was always a second chance for everybody out there. Even for me.

I knew I was falling in love with her when I couldn’t bring myself to kill her the first time she’d attempted to escape and that was a dangerous game I’d played. I knew that day that I would never be able to let her go, no matter what. And she can try to run away from me every time but I would always get her back. Because I was in love with her and only wanted a chance to show her that.

Growing up without getting much love has taken a rough turn on me. It was hard for me to show what I’d never been given as a child. But I was willing to change all that for this woman. I was willing to love and cherish her till my last breath.

A couple of years ago, if someone had told me I would ever find a woman in an unruly circumstance, I would’ve probably shot them dead because I knew love wasn’t for me. I could never let myself love a woman, my uncle thought me that. Women only wanted your money and what you had between your legs. But not Layla. She was different. I doubt she’d even care about these two things.

And now, all she wanted was my love back. The thought alone was a huge turn on for me. I never knew this was what it felt like. Being genuinely happy over your love for someone yet it hurts so much because you’re scared that no matter how they assure you they were gonna stay forever, they could always leave one day.

I wanted to set her free. But she would leave. So I needed to do the one thing that would make her stay forever: show her how much I loved her. . .