The morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Logan Mason's penthouse, illuminating the sleek, modern interior; from the pristine white furniture to the abstract art pieces on the wall, everything screamed luxury.
Logan stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the cufflinks on his tailored navy blue shirt with the two top buttons casually undone, exuding a perfect charm.
He exuded a charm so potent it had earned him the title of "The National Husband".
And yet there was no warmth in his expression.
Behind him stood his assistant, Liam, who was holding a tablet in one hand and a cup of black coffee in the other hand. The young man's calm demeanor was a stark contrast to Logan's icy aura.
Logan barely glanced at him as he adjusted his collar. "What's on my schedule today?'
Liam swiped through the tablet, his voice professional and measured. "You have a photoshoot at dGlamour at 10 a.m, followed by a meeting with the director for the next movie at 1 p.m. There's also a charity gala tonight at 8.
Logan smirked at his reflection in the mirror. "Fantastic. Isn't it? Another boring day of being the face everyone loves but they don't know. Let me guess; they will expect me to expect me to donate a small fortune and smile for the cameras as I care."
Liam didn't react, long accustomed to his boss's disdain for anything that required feigned enthusiasm. "It's what you signed up for sir. And it's also good for publicity."
Logan finally turned to face him, collecting the coffee from Liam, his gaze cold and unyielding. "Publicity is the only reason I'm doing it."
Before Liam could respond, Logan grabbed his designer sunglasses as he strolled towards the elevator, sipping his coffee majestically, his movements were deliberate, his confidence almost arrogant. He knew the world worshipped him, his face on every billboard, his name trending with every interview or appearance.
As the elevator descended, Liam ventured cautiously, "The paparazzi are waiting outside. Should I call for the car to be brought around to your private entrance?"
Logan smirked, though it didn't reach his eyes. " Let them wait. They need their headlines, don't they?"
The elevator doors slid open, and Logan stepped out into the lobby, where flashes of camera lit up the room. Security guards held back the crowd of reporters, fans, and photographers, but their voices still reached him.
"Logan! Marry me!"
"Logan, are you single?"
"Logan Hubby!!! I love you!!"
"Are the rumors about your next movie true?"
"Who are you dating now?"
Logan ignored them all, his expression cold and detached as ever. He slid into the back seat of the sleek black car waiting for him while Liam took the seat beside him quietly.
As the car pulled away, Logan finally spoke again, his voice tinged with boredom. "Sometimes I wonder why people are so obsessed with someone they don't even know."
Liam glanced at him, hesitant. "They see what you allow them to see, sir; the charm, the success, your face, it's enough for them."
Logan chuckled dryly as he removed his sunglasses. "Like I care."
The rest of the drive was silent except for the occasion buzzing of Liam's tablet as he handled Logan's endless stream of appointments.
At The Photoshoot
By the time Logan arrived at dGlamour Studio, he was already tired of the day. The set was buzzing with activities, photographers shouting instructions, make-up artists fussing over models and vice versa, and assistants running around with coffee orders
Logan walked in lazily like he owned the place, which, in a way, he did. His presence commanded attention, and conversations were hushed as everyone turned to look at him.
"Logan, darling!" The director of the shoot, a flamboyant man named Pierre, rushed towards him excitedly. "You're finally here. Let's make magic, as usual."
Logan nodded curtly and allowed the makeup artist to fuss over him for a few minutes before stepping onto the set. He struck poses effortlessly, his sharp jawline and piercing eyes captivating the lens.
As the shoot wrapped up, a young actress sauntered over to him. She was beautiful, with striking features and confident air. Everyone knows Samantha, the d list actress, who has slept with almost all the directors in the entertainment industry and would do anything to become famous.
Samantha thought this was an opportunity to get Logan on her side and use him as a connection. But unfortunately for her, she approached the wrong person.
When Logan saw her, he recognized her immediately as a starlet looking to climb higher by associating with him.
"Hi, Logan," she purred, her voice syrupy sweet. "That was an amazing shoot. I loved all your poses and the clothes fit you perfectly. You are a perfection in human form."
Logan barely glanced at her, his expression indifferent. "I know. Thanks."
Undeterred, she placed a hand on his arm, leaning in slightly so the curve of her boobs can show. "You know, I've always been admiring you. Even though you are my junior. Hehe. Maybe we could.... grab dinner sometime, and if you want, I can be the dinner. What do you think?"
Logan removed her hand from his arm, dusting his shirt off like there was some dirt on it, he turned to her, his eyes cold and unamused. "Listen, uh..." He paused, pretending to struggle with her name.
"It's Samantha," she said, her smile turning ugly.
"Right. Samantha." His tone was sharp enough to cut. " I'm flattered, really, but I don't do charity dinners and you aren't even worth sitting at a table with me for dinner."
Her face turned red, a mix of embarrassment and anger flashing across her face. "Excuse me?"
She could hear some muffled laughter among the crew, and everyone was staring at her mockingly.
Logan smirked, adjusting his cufflinks as if she wasn't even worth his time. "I don't like repeating myself and I know you heard me. Now, if you will excuse me, I have better things to do."
He walked away without another word, leaving Samantha who was already crying out of embarrassment.
Later that evening, as Logan settled into his car, Liam handed him his phone.
" You've got a voicemail. From Samantha."
Liam raised an eyebrow as he removed his facial mask but he still played the message.
"Logan Mason, you arrogant ugly jerk! Do you think you can humiliate me and walk away unscathed? Just wait. My brother will make sure you regret this! Unless you publicly apologize to me!"
Liam chuckled, shaking his head. "You can call me everything but not ugly. Desperate girls and their empty threats. Remind me to block her number."
Liam hesitated. " Sir, should we take this seriously? Her brother is Car—"
Logan waved him off. "She's just bluffing. Let her throw her tantrum. It's nothing new and I don't care."
As the car drove through the city, Logan leaned back, closing his eyes. To him, it was just another day in his carefully controlled world.
Little did he know, Samantha wasn't bluffing. And her brother, the infamous mafia lord, Carlos Moretti, didn't take insults to his family lightly.