Just like in the dream, the kiss was long and warm, with a heat that made her face flush and her heart race as it trailed lower.
Seeing the dream about to repeat itself in real life, Selina quickly pushed him away.
"It’s late—I’m going to sleep!"
Logan paused but didn’t stop her. He watched as she bolted under the covers, turned off the light, all in one breath. He didn’t look angry at all.
"Mm. I guessed right."
Selina didn’t want to know what he’d "guessed right," so she clamped her hands over her ears.
Logan frowned, worry in his voice. "What kind of dream would make you act like this? Do I—"
"You satisfy me! You satisfy me!" Selina blurted in a panic, terrified he’d say something gross like ’do I not satisfy you normally?’
Logan: "..."
He hadn’t even gotten to ’do I hurt you usually?’ when Selina squeezed her eyes shut and practically yelled like she was about to be executed.
He fell silent for a long moment, then gently tugged the blanket over her.
...Clearly, it was best to keep conversation to a minimum when she’d just woken up.
...
Elsewhere, at the Reid Family’s old house—
It was 11:30 at night.
Luke was sprawled on the living room couch playing video games, eating fruit, and shouting at his teammates.
Amelia and Owen walked in and immediately saw him. Amelia’s anger spiked.
"Do you know what time it is? Still making noise? You’re just like Logan—always trying to piss me off!"
She was furious these days about losing Anna’s inheritance. Luke didn’t bother to comfort her or try to cause Logan trouble. Seeing him looking so carefree, like none of it concerned him, made her even madder.
Luke didn’t even pause his game. He blinked at her in surprise.
"Huh? Mom, I’m just playing a game. How’s that pissing you off? Don’t you want me to stay home playing games?"
After all, staying home playing games made sure Grandpa Reid saw him as an "unmotivated, good-for-nothing playboy." Wasn’t that Amelia’s whole plan—ruining him so everyone thought Owen was the only one capable?
He was doing exactly what she wanted—so why was she mad now?
Amelia heard the sarcasm under his words and started shaking with rage.
"Is this how you talk to your mother?!"
Luke blinked innocently.
"Nope. Okay then, I’ll stop playing."
"You—" That slippery, unbothered attitude made her so furious she had nowhere to direct it. She stomped her foot hard and stormed upstairs.
Luke just went right back to sprawling on the couch.
Owen, with his fake concerned tone, said: "Little brother, you really ought to help support the family business instead of just playing around."
Luke didn’t even look at him.
"Second brother, Mom already went upstairs. Who exactly are you performing for? There’s no camera in the living room, so cut the act. Don’t make yourself sick."
"And anyway, if I did go work in the company, what would be left for you to do? You’ve been there three years and it’s been losing money for two and a half. You’re a real curse, you know that? But me? They call me the lucky star."
"Luke!" Owen’s face turned bright red. He hadn’t expected Luke to be so vicious—and so shameless. "I’m saying this for your own good!"
"Sure, sure," Luke drawled lazily. "You’re doing it for my own good. Then why don’t you hand over the inheritance to me?"
Owen felt completely mocked. "You want the inheritance? Do you even know how to run a company? Grandpa just gave me the HMAE company today!"
Luke smirked. "Wow, you’re so excited you came all the way here just to brag about getting HMAE? How classy. Oh, by the way—HMAE is the company Logan didn’t even want. You’re really good at picking up his trash. I guess there’s a kind of skill in that. Who says a garbage man can’t be a hero?"
Owen nearly had a heart attack. "You... I’m still better than you, you useless leech who only knows how to beg the family for money!"
Luke nodded seriously. "Ah, right, right. I’m trash, anyone who asks the family for money is trash. If you’re not trash, don’t take any."
Then he yelled toward the upstairs. "Grandpa! Owen says he doesn’t want this year’s company dividends!"
"LUKE!" Owen was practically jumping in rage.
Luke calmly ended his game, looking very pleased, and glanced at Owen.
"A few words and you’re already this worked up? Come on, second brother, you really need to work on your stress tolerance. You’re not gonna survive like this. Good thing we’re family. Anyone else wouldn’t bother being this polite—they wouldn’t call you a heroic trash collector, they’d just call you top-tier garbage. Got it?"
Then Luke swaggered off, went to the garage, picked a car, and peeled out of the Reid Family estate.
She was so dead. fr eewe(b)nove.l.co\m
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