Chapter 4
Smack!
The necklace was snatched right out of my hand. Samson stormed into the café, heading straight for Logan.
He grabbed Logan by the shoulder, spun him around, and socked him hard in the face.
"Mila told you she doesn't like you. Why can't you just leave her alone?" Samson yelled.
By the time I ran over to them, Samson was lecturing Logan furiously, who'd just been knocked onto the couch.
The necklace Logan had meant for Mila was tossed to the floor and crushed under Samson's foot.
Mila instinctively slipped behind Samson, like she'd been protected by him countless times before. Her eyes were red, and she looked so pitiful.
"Samson, look what he did..." Mila whimpered, her voice trembling with grievance.
Samson didn't even bother to turn around.
I saw how he gently patted Mila's hand behind him.
Logan's lip was bleeding. He spat out blood and grinned at Samson. "Didn't think it'd be you," he said.
He glanced past Samson at Mila, still cowering behind him. "So, I really don't stand a chance, huh?" Logan said.
"I already told you my heart belongs to someone else. Why are you still bothering me?" she said, her voice trembling.
Samson's eyes sparkled for a moment but he quickly returned to his usual calm.
Logan wiped the blood from his mouth, grinning like he didn't care.
He got up, brushed past me, and walked out of the café.
Neither my ex-boyfriend and current boyfriend even spared me a glance.
Samson glanced at me at last and said, "Noreen, don't be mad."
I realized he'd only just noticed how left out I felt.
He reached out and softly ruffled my hair. "Things happened so suddenly, I had to act," he explained.
Mila was already wearing the necklace Samson gave her, her smile meaningful.
"See, Noreen? Samson really is a good guy," she remarked.
She had never even been with him so how would she know that?
Watching the two of them exchange a look, I knew Samson was probably under her spell now too.
Guess it didn't matter if the guy was a total rookie or a seasoned player. If he was a man, he'd end up wrapped around Mila's finger.
I turned and watched Logan's back as he left.
Out of sight from everyone else, my lips curved into a satisfied smile.
This was great. Logan did a wonderful job. It was what I intended. I wanted Mila to fall right into the web I'd spun for her.
*****
For a while after that, Samson was so swamped with work he hardly ever came back home.
If things went smoothly, he'd be running the family business all on his own soon enough.
Since Mila was helping him out, she tagged along every time he traveled for work.
At the same time, Samson would send me links to wedding dresses, telling me to pick whatever I liked.
"I've been so busy lately, I haven't been giving you enough attention. Don't be mad, okay? Mila and I are just like siblings. Once things settle down, you and I will get married," he said gently.
Whenever I gave him the cold shoulder, he'd just start buying fancy stuff from all over the world and have it shipped straight to my door.
Within two weeks, my place was overflowing with luxury goods.
But I knew for him, it was just something he did without a second thought.
Maybe Mila, the person he actually bothered to keep close, was someone he'd put in some effort for.
The day I found out he'd been lying to me was at an exclusive industry event.
I caught Samson pressing Mila up against the wall, kissing her like he'd never let go. In that instant, I realized the guy who kept saying he was off doing business overseas had actually been in the country with Mila the whole time.
He was so lost in the kiss that he didn't even notice I was standing right behind them.
I turned around, wanting to get out of there, only to run smack into a solid chest.
Looking up, I saw Logan, his gaze icy as he stared off in Samson and Mila's direction.
"Wanna talk, victim?" Logan said.
It was the first time he'd spoken to me since we broke up.
I stepped aside. "Let's talk somewhere private."
The moment the door to the private room shut, Logan pinned me to the wall at once.
His breath was hot against my neck, his voice low, barely holding back.
"So, how much longer do I have to keep up this act?" he asked.
He tore my clothes off in a frenzy, couldn't even wait long enough to unzip them.
When we were both completely spent from lovemaking, he buried his face in the crook of my neck, gently nibbling me.
"So, when are you taking me back?" he murmured.
I let out a soft laugh and gently patted his head. "Already can't wait, huh?" I teased.
"Not even a second," he growled, his voice rough and low.
I rolled over to face him.
"Alright, you can cut off Mila's allowance now," I said.
His eyes lit up, and he pulled me closer. "So my undercover mission's finally over?"
I smiled and gently stroked his face. "Yeah. Good boy."
He took my hand from his face, then leaned in and kissed me.