Page 118 of My Destiny

“I have a good mind to cancel our plans for tonight and have my way with you now.”

“I don’t think so, Mr. Cavanagh. You promised me a night out, and that’s exactly what you’re going to give me. Besides, good things come to those who wait,” I say, placing a chaste kiss on his lips before stepping around him. “If you want to leave by six, you best jump in the shower.” His eyes are glued to my arse as I exit the bathroom. “And you better make it a cold one.” I’m grinning to myself when I hear him mumble something under his breath.

I lay his tuxedo out on the bed before entering the walk-in robe to slip into my black dress—the one Logan requested I wear. It’s even more beautiful on me than I remember. I smile to myself as I admire it in the mirror.

I’ve been in a strange mood all day: somewhat happy—lighter even—but still deeply confused. I haven’t been able to bring myself to read the letters John gave me this morning, but my opinion of him has definitely softened since our conversation. I’m unsure how I feel about him, and too much has happened for us to have the close father/daughter bond I once yearned for, but hopefully one day we can have some kind of a relationship.

I slip my feet into the new black heels I bought on my lunch break; I didn’t have a pair nice enough to wear with this dress. Grabbing what I need out of my handbag, I place it in the small black clutch.

Walking towards the dresser, I reach for my favourite perfume, the one my mum used to wear, and spray a small amount below each ear and on my wrists.

I spin around when I hear Logan exit the bathroom. He’s got a towel wrapped low on his hips, and my eyes drink him in. Could this man be any more perfect?

“Wow!” he says as a huge smile explodes onto his face. “Look at you.”

“You like?” I ask, giving him a twirl.

“I love,” he replies, approaching me. “You look… breathtaking.” The dress has an off the shoulder neckline with an intricate lace bodice and a full length flowing satin skirt. “But it’s missing something.”

“Huh?” I’m confused. He reaches around me to open the top drawer where he keeps his ties. He slides his hand towards the back before pulling out a large, square, black velvet box. “What’s this?” I ask.

“Something I had made for you. Open it.”

My hands slightly tremble as I do what he asked. “Hot Stuff,” I gasp. Inside is the most exquisite jewelled necklace I’ve ever seen. It reminds me of something that would adorn the neck of royalty.

“It’s a choker. The dark stones are black diamonds. I took a photo of the dress with my phone days ago, and gave it to my jeweller.”

“It’s beautiful,” I say, “but it’s too much. Way too much.”

“Turn around.” He takes it from the box, unclasps it and slips it around my neck. “You deserve all the beautiful things,” he whispers into my ear. “I’d give you the world if only you’d let me.”

“I have no words,” I say, as tears rise to my eyes. Facing him, my fingers delicately run over the stones. “You don’t have to buy me beautiful things.”

He places his finger over my mouth. “I know, but I want to.”

“I love you so much,” I say, as my hand comes to rest on his cheek.

“I love you more.”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” I say, as a smile tugs at my lips.

“It is. I love you the most—the end, I win.”

“You don’t play fair,” I say, laughing.

“When it comes to you, my love, never.” He slides his hands around my waist, drawing me closer. He runs his nose down my neck and inhales deeply. “You smell just as delicious as you look.”

“It’s Opium, my favourite.”

“Mmm,” he says, as he lines kisses across my bare shoulder. “I’m going to be walking around with a hard-on all night, especially now that I know what you’re wearing under that dress.”

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

Logan

“We’re heading off,” I say to John as we make our way towards the lift. He uses the side of the sofa to help himself stand. It pains me to see how much his physical appearance has changed since that night. I’m hoping he continues to improve.

Again, I see his face light up when his eyes move to Brooke. I know having him here is hard on her, but I really feel it’s best for them both. I want them to get to know each other. She may not know it, but she needs a man like him in her life. I had the pleasure of growing up with him, and I’m the man I am today because of him and the positive influence he had on me.