"You're Virgin Mary?" The woman giggled and winked at him. "Not necessarily a virgin, but my name is Mary." Then she winked at him again, licked her lips, and asked, "Wanna go for another round?" Logan looked at her like she'd just grown a pair of horns atop her head. Someone, please kick me in the ass.
Did my taste run that dry? The woman lying next to him was not his type. She was too big, too tall, and too bulky. Not his style.
What was he thinking going for her? Then his memory of the night before came flooding back to him. The cute petite woman sitting on the stool! That's right. The small woman who had him hooked from the first moment he saw her, that pixie who'd brought him the roses just a week back.
It was that same woman who spat on him because she'd asked him to buy a drink for her. Damn that woman. What was she thinking spitting all over him like that? And it had to be on his new baby-blue shirt too.
At that moment, his hands wanted so much to wring her neck, but she was just too much his type to truly hurt her. If he saw her, next time he would surely strangle her, or maybe kiss her, depending on his mood.
Hell! No woman had ever treated him that way before. It hurt his ego. And because he got so mad with her last night, he had grabbed the first woman that made him an offer.
And that was how he'd ended up with this not-so-virgin Mary in his bed and this raging headache. "Well, baby, are we gonna go for another round?" Mary asked, her arms and legs draped over his body like an octopus' tentacles, sucking its favorite prey.
Of course not, Logan was about to say, but before he could reply, his cell phone rang. He signaled for the girl to stop speaking for a bit, then removing those long tentacles of hers from his body, he sat up again and retrieved his cell phone on the bedside table, then flicked it open.
"Bloody hell." Logan let out another groan. It was from his Lord Damn cousin Ulysses. AGAIN! Ulysses had been relentlessly calling him nonstop since last night.
He had to shut off his phone before he went mad and checked himself into Cherry Farm, aka the mental institution. Again, Ulysses was reminding him about the upcoming merger meeting between his father's company, Bloembergen Enterprises, and The Robinson Ltd. later this morning.
Logan rubbed his jaw in frustration. What role did he play anyway? He didn't have a part in the decisions of the company. All he ever did was to entertain people and party. It was Ulysses who had to deal with all the merging.
Ulysses had been nagging him nonstop about work since the discussion of the merger came up. If he didn't know Ulysses any better, he would have assumed he was a woman.