She turned around to look at the person who had dared touch her in that manner, but Avery was disappointed when her eyes met his.
Her brows furrowed as she clenched her fist in pain.
"Logan?" Avery muttered in a low voice while Logan held his balls like some fragile lamb.
Avery held herself back to let Logan get accustomed to the pain she had inflicted on him.
"Hello, Avery," Logan said, trying everything possible to mask the pain he felt in his groin. He is a man after all, so he needed to ensure how to take care of himself later.
"Is there a problem, Logan, and why would you hold me like that?" Avery snapped in rage. Her tone is crisp and cold, like a block of ice.
She had thought she wouldn't be seeing him after the incident that took place in the club that night, but who knew he had the audacity to stop her? Right here.
"Don't be so mean, Avery. Don't you miss me?" Logan asked, giving Avery a flirtatious look.
