Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
"No," he scoffs. "You were sort of passed out."
“Logan,” I groan.
“What were you expecting me to do? Throw you in a bath with a floaty and hope you didn’t drown?”
I roll my eyes as I push myself up off him and scoot to the edge of the bed.
“What are you doing?” he questions.
“Showering,” I reply as I try to stand. “I feel like I still have the taint of him on my skin.”
“I did give you a sponge bath,” he informs me with a grin that makes him look like the worst kind of pervert.
I get to my feet and turn to give him a grand curtsey. “Why thank you, kind sir,” I say in my best Shakespearean accent which is actually quite pathetic, but he gets what I’m trying to achieve. “How will I ever repay your kindness?”
“That’s more like it,” he says as he scoots to the side of the bed and places his hands at my waist. He stands before me but that playful expression fades away. “Is it too much if I were to get in that shower with you?” he questions.
I reach up onto my tippy-toes and kiss him ever so gently. “I think I might die if you didn’t,” I whisper.
A few moments later, I find myself basking in the warmth of the shower and watching as the soapy bubbles slide down my skin, taking the memory of Max with them before disappearing down the drain, never to be seen again. “I know you probably don’t want to think about it anymore but I just have one question.”
“What’s that?” he asks.
“You said that nothing had happened but what’s your version of ‘nothing’?” I ask.
"Apart from drugging you and roughing you up a little, nothing. He had torn your dress off but when I found you, he was fumbling around with your bra strap like a horny teenager."
I let go of a breath a didn't realise I was holding. "Ok, I can deal with that," I say taking his hand in mine and noticing his knuckles are beaten up. I look up at him with a question in my eyes. "I thought you were a lover, not a fighter?"
“I am,” he scoffs, “but when it comes to someone I love, I’d just about do anything. In fact, I think I fucked him up pretty bad.”
“Shit, Logan,” I curse. “What about your contract?”
Fuck. I couldn’t live with myself if he lost his contract because he was defending me.
“Don’ worry,” he says, running his hands down my wet hair and pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Tony has it covered.”
Thank God.
“Logan,” I say looking up at him. “Before you, I was a shell. It was just me and Brendan, and we lived in our own version of a nightmare that we just couldn’t wake up from. Then you came along and woke me up. You breathed new air into me and I feel like I’m finally alive. The last eight years have been so damn hard but for the first time I feel like I have something to look forward to and it’s all thanks to you.”
His arms wind around me and pull me close. “You have no idea how good that feels.”
“I think I have a pretty good idea,” I tell him.
“You’re my whole fucking world, Elle.”
“Right back at ya, Captain.”
Chapter 23
Logan
I walk into the arena for the final game of the season and naturally, the Denver Thunder are right there, defending their title as the fucking champions. Having the championship game held in our home arena is just the cherry on top of the best fucking cake in the world.
As expected, we've had to go through all the bullshit that comes with being at the top of the leader-board, such as the fucking media and damn press conferences, and being the captain, guess who gets thrown right in the limelight. Yeah, me.
There’s nothing I hate more than sitting down and giving a press conference, talking to the media and posing for all their damn photos. The only thing keeping me from losing my shit this year is Elle. She’s my rock, my world and I can’t wait to marry her.
I just have to get through this last game first and end the season the way it’s supposed to be finished, only, being the championship game, generally means it’s going to be the hardest game of the year. We’re up against the best. The L.A Storm.
It’s still hours before the big game but there’s a lot of shit to get through, such as this damn full team meeting. We only have these when something serious has gone down or to give management a chance to talk themselves up which I’m assuming is what’s happening today.
At least they have lunch on offer.
As usual, I beeline for the lunch buffet and make myself a nice full plate that anyone would be proud of, the only downfall is sticking to my strict diet but come tomorrow morning. I'm binging on whatever the fuck I want. I might even help myself to a nice juicy hamburger.