My Boss My Secret Husband (Hazel and Logan)

Chapter 0216

I stared at Logan and the bouquet, unsure if this was real. All day today, he'd seemed content to ignore me. Of course, I'd also ignored him. But for the silent treatment to actually work on someone as stubborn as Logan seemed like a longshot. I couldn't help but feel suspicious.

"I'm an asshole," Logan said.

"True." I said quickly.

Logan sighed. To himself, he mumbled, "I wish everyone wouldn't agree to that so readily." He shook his head, as if clearing it. "May I come in? There's a lot I want to talk about and apologize for, and I'd rather not do it standing in the hallway." "Fine." I opened the door farther and allowed him space to enter.

Still carrying the bouquet, he stepped inside. When he reached my coffee table, he turned around to face

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I closed the door, locked it, and waited. I made no move toward him. Not yet. Not until he did a lot of explaining, and it had better be a good explanation Crossing my arms, I said, "Well?"

He nodded, took a breath, and began, "When I offered yesterday, to take care of everything for you, it was only because I wanted you to live a comfortable life without strife. I didn't realize how.... insulting my offer was, to someone with so much pride. "But the more I thought of it, the more I realized how alike we truly are deep down, despite our separate classes. I tried to imagine how I would react if anyone had made me the offer I had made to you, and I realized my mistake." "You would hate it,” I said.

"Yes," Logan said. "I would find it insulting too. I would think the person who offered it thought I was incompetent. Or lazy. Or both. You and I, we want to make our own ways."

So far, so good, though I wondered what helped him come around to this way of thinking. Had he truly just considered all of this on his own, as he was suggesting?

"I want to take care of you, Hazel. It's a natural instinct, Logan said. "But more than that, I want to support you as you take care of yourself."

As far as apologies went, this wasn't terrible. I stepped away from the door and moved closer to him.

"I'm your wife," I said, "But I'm also a member of the working class. I want to forgive you, but I can't if tomorrow, we go right back in and everything stays the same. I have to stay true to who I am."

Logan straightened a little. "I will never attempt to change who you are. In fact, I like how you challenge me, Hazel. As for work....

"I realized that there are two sides to this disagreement at work. My grandfather's. And yours. I'm so used to obeying my grandfather's every wish that for a while, I couldn't even see your side as an option. But I

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see it now. Tomorrow, I'm going to set it right."

I moved closer still. Slowly, I reached out and accepted the flowers from his hands. Moving them closer to my face, I inhaled. They smelled so good.

My heart warmed at his words and this gesture.

I'd feel a hell of a lot better when the calls had been made and Logan made good on his promises her tonight. But for now, this was so much more than I had been expecting.

Truly, I missed him today. Staying away from him, even when angry, was much harder than it should have been.

I guessed I was attached to him now, so stuck that I didn't think I could leave even if I tried. The heart wanted what it wanted, and my heart wanted Logan.

Thank God he wasn't in the habit of breaking his promises.

Even so..

"This was a pretty fast turn around, especially for you," I said. Logan was one of the most stubborn men I'd ever met. If he didn't want to do something, no force on earth could make him. "Did something happen?" Logan shrugged a little, looking guilty.

"Logan?" I pushed.

"I called Dylan."

"What?" I startled.

"He set me straight."

"Does that mean you two are friends again?"

"I don't know. I don't think so, not fully. But it's better than it was."

That was something, at least. And with that starting point, they could continue working to rebuild their friendship. I was so relieved, so glad, that my smile stretched wide.

"Logan...." My tone was totally different now, I could hear so myself. My anger had fully dissipated and only admiration remained.

Hearing it, he smiled too, and stepped toward me, halving the few remaining inches between us. This close, I had to look up at him to gaze into his eyes.

sing his warmth

Gently, he lifted his hand and cupped my cheek. I leaned into his palm, chasing

I held the flowers off to the side so I could fully close the distance without crushing them. Logan weaved an arm around my waist, pulling me closer until our chests lined together, my softness against his hardness. He lowered his mouth down and captured my lips. It was Heaven.

I moaned and he licked his way into my mouth. Our tongues danced for a time, until we needed to breathe. We parted then, but only long enough to take a breath before we delved back in.

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I was totally lost to him and his mouth and the strength of his arm at my waist.

I wanted to kiss him forever. Or at least for the rest of the night.

Forgetting about the flowers, I tossed them onto the couch. Then I wrapped my arms around Logan's neck, holding him closer so that our kisses could continue. He should know that the way I wanted him rivaled the way he wanted me. We pawed at each other over our clothes. I traced my fingers down all the hard ridges of his muscles. His free hand reached and cupped my breast.

I dropped my head back, loving the press of his hand on me.

"Logan..." I sighed as his mouth latched over the skin of my neck. He sucked in a mark. "Stay the night."

"Gladly," he whispered against my skin.

Together we hobbled toward the bedroom and, tangled in one another's arms, dropped onto the bed.

We kissed and kissed as we tugged at each other's clothing. My bed was comfortable, the lights dim.

Slowly, our initial fury wore down. Our movements turned sluggish. Our kisses turned sloppy.

Then... Logan gently snored.

I lifted myself up onto my elbow, peering down at him sleeping soundly, his head on my pillow, his arms thrown wide to hold me.

His suit coat was gone and his pants undone, shoes gone. But otherwise he was still dressed.

Out like a light.

Maybe I should have been disappointed, but he looked so peaceful, it was difficult not to be pleased with the view.

With a sigh, I started to move off the bed. At least one of us could put their pajamas on.

I didn't get far before a pair of arms reached out, snatched me around the waist and dragged me back into bed. "Logan?"

Another snore was my only answer. He must have reached out for me in the dark.

My heart skipped a beat, pushing fully away any disappointment.

"Hazel..." he hummed, sleepy.

I wondered, "What are you dreaming about?”