CH13
By tonight, he would score himself a hot babe to warm his bed, Logan thought as his eyes scanned the crowd in one of his favorite bars. Torque was an established high-class bar set on the busiest street of Queenstown. He frequented there quite a bit when he was in this part of New Zealand.
Not that he wanted to be in Queenstown in the first place, but his dad managed to con him after he ditched Sophia at the Malaysian restaurant. Since arriving in town, Logan had felt like he was trapped in a cage, with Sophia sticking to him like glue.
Now that she'd gotten over her initial stage of being shy, she was such a hyperactive person, grabbing his arm here and dragging him along there as if they were a couple in love. Well, at least his dad would be happy now. Sophia would report his behavior as being the perfect host, even though he'd wanted to grind his teeth many times at her tactics.
It was like she was bipolar, undergoing a one-eighty change from that timid mouse to a sly cat with sharp claws. Where was the quiet girl from before? He just hoped she wasn't the clingy type. Logan almost gasped when he had a look over their itinerary upon arriving.
Their day was filled to the brim with activities, like jam-packed sardines in a metal can. At this rate, he wouldn't have any room to breathe at all. In the morning, Logan took Sophia up to the Varina, and for lunch they ate at a fancy restaurant, followed by the Earnslaw boat lakeside viewing along Lake Wakatipu, and in between they went shopping at all the high-end boutiques in the area.
Logan felt like his arms were about to fall off his shoulders, what with all the bags he had to carry for her. He couldn't believe a girl could spend that much money on clothing and accessories.
All the time, he was cursing under his breath as he followed her from one shop to the next. If not for his father, he wouldn't be seen holding anyone's baggage like a bellboy and following her footsteps like a damn loyal dog.
But now, as the sunset along the horizon of Lake Wakatipu, showing off its brilliant orange hue on the lakeside, Sophia had finally voiced her tiredness and asked to retire to her room. At last, he was free, he thought, almost weeping with joy. At last, tonight he could enjoy before dawn appeared and he would be dragged into Sophia hell again.
Where was the best place to enjoy, to wind down for the night, but at Torque? But he soon realized that his joyful night would once again be ruined when Ulysses came to his suite and asked him to stand in as the face of Bloembergen Enterprises for his VIP guest social gathering at Torque, the same place he planned to have fun. Yeah, he wanted to go to Torque to have fun, but not as the face of Bloembergen Enterprises. He didn't want to deal with the business right now.
Why did Ulysses have to come and ruin his night like this? Wasn't it enough already to be punished by Sophia? Bastard, he wanted to yell at Ulysses. Just because he didn't have the social skills to entertain people like Logan, now he had to take over. He wanted to tear out his hair. He'd never been so utterly frustrated before.
But if he didn't go in Ulysses's place, then Ulysses would simply cut off his credit card spending spree, since his dad had given Ulysses full authority over his spending. What a way to blackmail him. Ulysses must have something up his sleeve to ignore his responsibilities like this. Logan couldn't think of anything Ulysses would be doing if not work. Could he have caught a maiden here in Queenstown? Unlikely.