CHAPTER 226: I’M DOOMED

Chapter 226- I’m Doomed

LOGAN’S POV

"It seems you’re forgetting something important," I said, tilting my head and arching a brow at him. "Do I need to ring it in your ears for you to remember that you’re my slave?"

Tyler blinked, like I’d just said something completely insane. "And what exactly did I do that made me your slave?" he asked, clearly confused.

Wow.

A very whack memory for someone who caused such chaos just a few days ago.

I let out a cold laugh, folding my arms as I stared him down. "Oh, so now we’re pretending like it never happened?"

He raised an eyebrow, waiting.

I stepped closer, my tone turning sharp. "You really forgot walking into my house without knocking or informing me first? And then you didn’t even leave right away—you stayed. For twenty minutes. Sitting there like some secret agent, listening to a private conversation that had absolutely nothing to do with you."

I watched his face, expecting guilt. But no. This guy had the audacity to look at me like I was talking nonsense.

"How was that supposed to be my business?" he asked, frowning. "I only went there because Naomi asked me to come with her. I was going to say something, but I saw you deep in conversation with your ex-lover."

Ex-lover. That part stung a little, but I let it slide.

If only the bastard Lucas didn’t fuck the house help in my father’s house and have the right to want to black mail. I would have heard that shit.

But really a win is a win because if Lucas hadn’t come to show his stupidity in my father’s house.

I would have gotten any slave by now.

He went on, "I figured it was better to stay quiet and let you finish whatever relationship drama was happening. So again, how does that make me your slave?"

I stared at him in silence for a second, more amused than angry. The guy really had guts. Or maybe he was just stupid.

"I wonder what the cops would say," I said slowly, letting the threat soak the air. "I wonder if they’ll agree with your beautiful explanation, or if they’ll just put you in handcuffs and dump your ass in a cell."

His eyes narrowed. "You’re bluffing. You don’t even have proof. There’s no evidence that I was ever inside your house."

I laughed.

Not just a small laugh. I threw my head back and laughed like he’d just told me the funniest joke in the world.

"Oh, sweetheart," I said with a wicked grin. "That’s where you messed up."

I walked up to him, our eyes now level. "You think I’d live in a house without surveillance? I’ve got cameras in every corner. Every inch. You really think so? I watched the footage. I saved the clips."

"Are just dumb or you didn’t remember the day when I brought you over that they were cameras everywhere?" I asked him.

He froze.

I leaned in just a little, enough to whisper but still loud enough to make sure every word stabbed deep. "So when I take this to the police? It’s not just you that’s going to be in trouble. Naomi’s name is all over this too. She’s the one who brought you in."

Tyler’s jaw clenched. His bravado was cracking.

I could see it on his face.

It was like all the blood had dried off from his face.

"Now imagine," I said with a soft, fake-sympathetic tone, "how Naomi will feel when she finds out you ruined everything for her. That you dragged her down with you."

He still didn’t speak.

"And while we’re imagining things," I continued, "picture Mommy dearest. The woman who raised you. The woman who calls you her pride and joy. How is she going to feel when she finds out her precious son is going to jail for breaking into someone’s house?"

I tilted my head again, eyes shining with satisfaction. "You better think about it, Tyler."

He looked like he wanted to break something. His hands were balled into fists, and his breathing had changed. Slower. Controlled rage.

"You’re a dick," he finally spat, his voice low and tight with frustration.

I grinned. "You know, you can’t insult me with the truth."

I walked past him slowly, dragging my finger across his shoulder like it meant nothing.

"I am a dick. A big one, too. Glad we agree."

He let out a sound—half groan, half growl—and shuffled his feet like his brain was about to short-circuit. Watching him come undone was... satisfying. Like watching a perfect glass crack under pressure.

"Alright," he muttered at last, voice laced with annoyance. "What do you want?"

"Get me the BBQ Chicken Wrap with extra fries. And make sure it’s the crispy one, not that soggy trash they serve when they’re feeling lazy." I said to him and he groaned in annoyance as he walked out of me and didn’t dare complain.

"Also," I said casually, grabbing my phone and tossing it on the nightstand, "if the principal asks you why I didn’t show up at their boring, good-for-nothing meeting, tell her I’m sick."

Tyler blinked. "What? You know I can’t lie."

I turned to face him, arching a brow. "And you know I don’t care, right?"

He didn’t say another word. Just grabbed the door handle and stormed out like a dramatic soap opera character. The door slammed so hard behind him I thought it might fly off the hinges.

I winced.

"Nice," I muttered. "Pay for that when you’re done playing Cinderella."

Then I paused.

"Shit," I groaned, smacking my forehead. I forgot to tell him to pass a message to Naomi. That brat needs to know her punishment is coming too. And I haven’t even decided what I’ll do to her yet.

My mind spun with ideas, but none of them felt satisfying enough. Until suddenly—

"YES!"

A grin stretched across my lips. A perfect, evil, stupid idea popped into my head.

But first, Tyler needs to bring me my food.

He better not mess it up.

If he brings me anything else... I’m setting something on fire and that thing is going to be his dick on fire.

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TYLER’S POV

Why is Logan acting like a damn dickhead?

Seriously, since the start of the day, it’s like something crawled into his skin and turned him into the version of himself I hated before he got soft and confessed his feelings to me.

He’s been mean. Cold. Petty.

I thought within my self as I began walking to the cafeteria breathing through the frustration, and one stupid thought entered my head.

Was it because of the letter I gave him?

Was that what flipped the switch? Maybe after reading it, he finally accepted the truth—that nothing was going to happen between us. That it was all one-sided. So now he’s back to being the jerk I used to avoid.

But... is that really what I want?

Because deep down, I don’t want him to stop liking me.

I want him to keep staring at me. Thinking about me. Needing me.

Even though I told him I wasn’t interested... I still want him to be interested in me.

Sick, right?

I stepped into the cafeteria. Everyone was already eating. The smell of food hit me like a truck, and my stomach growled like it was about to riot.

I went straight for the food counter to get my own meal first before grabbing Logan’s. I deserved to eat in peace before dealing with that spoiled brat again.

That was when I saw her.

Naomi.

Oh no.

"Please no," I muttered under my breath, dragging my tray a little faster. "Not now."

I tried to act like I didn’t see her. But Naomi? She was like a damn bloodhound when it came to sniffing out chaos.

"Tyler!" she shouted with a smile way too big for someone that annoying. "I was just looking for you! So glad I saw you!"

"So sad I can’t say the same," I muttered, already walking away with my food.

"Wait for me, Tyler!" she called out, hurrying to grab her own tray and following me like we were besties.

"Lord, please," I mumbled. "I just want to eat in silence. Why can’t people understand that?"

I sat down and before I could even take a bite, Naomi was already yapping like a malfunctioning robot. Words flying out of her mouth without breaks. She didn’t even pause to chew.

I stared at her, wondering how someone could talk so much and still be alive.

I even prayed for her to choke just so she’d shut up. Not enough to die, just... enough to give me five minutes of peace.

She kept going. And going. And going.

I finished my food.

She was still talking.

I checked my watch.

Thirty minutes.

THIRTY. FREAKING. MINUTES?!

"Wait a second!" I said out loud, my eyes widening in panic. "Oh God—Logan’s food!"

I turned to look at the food counter. The line was gone. The food was gone.

The BBQ Chicken Wrap with extra fries he wanted?

Gone. Vanished. Extinct.

I stared at the empty trays in horror.

"I’m doomed."