Logan Chapter 58

-Emory-

I didn’t even have time to be proud of myself for getting through this morning with minimal fuss before I had to get used to a whole new thing. I keep forgetting with all the circumstances that part of the mate bond is this intense chemistry. Not even just sexual chemistry- we get along so well. Our senses of humor match, our values are a good match, and we have just enough by the way of differing interests to keep our conversations interesting. It’s easy to paint him as a villain for something he has just as little control over as I do. When I can look past that, we have so much fun together.

Logan has staff. It sounds like a whole fleet of maids, multiple cooks, on top of the driver. Obviously, I have never in my life had anyone else cook and clean for me. We all had chores growing up, and my mama did most of the cooking, until Hunter found out he had an interest in it. Now, I live in a mansion with people who do all of that for me. I try not to think about everything Logan and I got up to in the car while some guy was driving us places. He had to have heard me, especially this last time.

I relax a little bit as we walk through the house and don’t run into anyone, though. Logan helpfully warned me that I’ll have to be specific about simpler breakfast foods until the “new kids” stop trying to show off. We walk into the kitchen to find two teenagers with an array of breakfast food ingredients set out around them.

“G-good morning, Alpha! Good morning, Luna! Would you like anything specific for breakfast or would you like us to surprise you? We came up with a menu when we first got here!” One of them was obviously more outgoing than the other. They must have elected her the spokesperson. I understand why- she’s beautiful in a wholesome kind of way. She’s blonde, tanned, and perky beyond any amount of coffee I can fathom. I can see what Logan means about them being eager. This feels less like showing off and more like they’re intimidated to be cooking for a celebrity. I also realized with a jolt that I have a title now. Luna. It sounds pretty, at least.

Logan is warm but direct with them. “Good morning ladies, I just want a three egg vegetable omelet with some mixed fruit on the side. Can’t mess around with scurvy!” The last he says with a wink at me, probably as a dig about my picky toddler eating habits.

Screw him, I’ll eat what I like. Unfortunately, I’m a little uncomfortable, meaning the twang comes out. “Can y’all make me some buttermilk pancakes with some strawberries on ‘em? Don’t worry about makin’ ‘em fancy.”

I see their eyes light up at the chance to make something that they’ll actually have to mix. “We would love to, Luna,” the shyer girl says. She’s smaller than the other one- shorter, thinner, and with dark hair pulled back into a no-nonsense bun. “Alpha didn’t say you were from the South! You sound like one of those old movies.” She gives me a hesitant smile, and I return my own in kind. I can almost feel the speculation of the more charismatic girl beside her.

“I appreciate it. I try to sound a little more intelligent most of the time, but I’m not all the way awake yet today. I’m fixing to smooth it out here in a minute.” They both giggle like I told a joke and get to cooking.

While we wait, Logan tows me to the smaller table off the kitchen and looks through emails on his phone. “Emory, darling, it looks like I’m going to have to drag you to all my meetings today- we’ve got a busy one planned. Did you decide on what you wanted to do about your job?” I glance at the girls trying not to obviously eavesdrop from the other room. This isn’t something I wanted to get into in front of anyone else.

“Well, I really doubt I’ll be able to work in peace after that article came out. Cora effectively blacklisted me for any respectable job in the entire industry. None of my coworkers will be able to stand me after this, and any other company that would hire me would no doubt start me off with a casting couch situation. I’d have to change my name to get work in interior design again. I guess… I’ll have to be a kept woman. For a while, at least. I suppose I could launch myself as a freelancer, but I’d still need you to give me a loan to cushion the first couple of years before I get a good portfolio again.” Logan sets his phone to the side at the sound of my last sentence. He was paying attention to me before, of course, but now I have the full weight of his gaze on me. He looks almost… mad?

“Emory! I would never give you a loan. I hope you’re joking, little rose.” The girls in the kitchen can’t fully hide their tittering at his scolding tone. I look at them meaningfully before I reply.

“Where is the joke? You really think I wouldn’t be good for it? It’s not like I could run off without paying you back.” I do laugh a little at that image, until I see that Logan really is mad, now.

“Baby, I would never give you a loan because all my money is yours to do whatever you want with it. If you want to have a freelance business as a hobby and never actually make a profit, you should feel free to do that.” He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me to him until our foreheads touch. “How many times do I have to tell you that I’m yours before you understand that everything I am or have belongs to you?”

Oh.