Chapter 103

**Megan**

Climbing into the limousine I scoot to the other side so Logan can get in next to me. He places his hand on my knee as he sits down next to me. I look down at his hand and take it into mine. It's weird but I still feel butterflies in my stomach whenever he holds my hand which was something I didn't get from Tyler. The worst is that when he comes to kiss me I can't even control my breathing. I'm sure one day he'll be the death of me. I can picture it now he kisses me and I have a heart attack or I starve of oxygen.

"You ok?" he asks looking down at me.

"Yeah I'm fine," I say smiling and take his hand in mine. The thought of loving him scares me. I do want to love him I'm just scared that he'll use it against me because in all honesty I've never felt this strongly for someone. I know in my heart that if he left me I wouldn't know what to do with myself. Right now he's the only good thing in my life regardless of his cons.

"We need to get changed," he says taking me out of my thoughts. I look away from our joined hands to him.

"Why?"

"The restaurant is quite elegant and I don't think jeans are going to cut it," he says and reaches towards one of our many shopping bags.

"Oh," I say "can we stay the night still?" I ask. He looks at me and I give him a small smile.

"Sure," he says.

"Good because I want to,"

"Ok then, I'll get David to set it up," he says.

"I can't believe I allowed you to buy me all this," I say looking at the bags.

"Think of it all as Christmas presents, seen as you didn't get to celebrate Christmas," Logan says. I roll my eyes at him and pull out the Hervé Léger dress he bought me which I only agreed to because he seems to have a way with word. That and he offered to buy a blazer to go with it so I didn't have to show off my back.

"Is this ok," I ask holding it up. He looks at it.

"Beautiful," I then look around "are we get changed in here?" I ask. He nods and I watch as the divider between us and the driver goes up. I look at him.

"I won't look promise," he says not looking at me.

"Ok," I say and start to get undressed. He keeps his back to me the whole time. He changes into a pair of black trousers a dark red shirt and a black blazer.

I'm now pretty much naked all I've got on is my underwear. I reach for the dress and pull it over my knees and move my arms through. I then zip up the back far as I can go and then reach for my shoes. The shoes are Dolce and Gabana which again he insisted on buying. It isn't like I don't like him buying me things but everything he has bought has been so expensive and well I don't want people to start questioning why I'm with him. I don't need expensive things. I did however like his come back to me telling him I don't need expensive things: 'I know you don't need expensive things but I want to buy the best for you because you deserve the best,' he left me completely speechless.

"Do I look ok?" I ask now sitting back in my seat. He turns and looks at me. He smiles a little and then tilts his head.

"Better," he says and takes my hand in his as he sits down. "How do I look?" he asks.

"I like it," I say. I pause and look down at our hands intertwined. "Can you zip me up please?" I ask.

"Sure," he says and he zips my dress up.

Logan escorts me through the restaurant of a fancy hotel as we're led to our table. He lets go of my hand as we get to our table.

"This is the best table in the house, sir," the waiter says.

"Thank you," Logan says sitting down at the table. I sit next to him and the waiter hands us the menu. I open it and scour over it.

"Can I get you any drinks sir?" the waiter asks.

"A bottle of your best white wine would be great," Logan says. "I'm not a massive fan of wine so I will trust your judgement," he adds looking up at the waiter.

"Of course sir," he says and walks off.

Logan looks over at me and reaches out for my hand. I place my hand in his as I look through the menu. My eyes land on the meat and fish section of the menu and as they do Logans hand slips out of my hand and under the table onto my leg. I look at him and close my menu.

"Are you not going to take a look at the menu?" I ask.

"No I know what I'm having," he says.

"Oh what?" I ask.

"Salmon for my starter, a 10oz sirloin for main and I'm undecided about my desert," he says.

"I may have the soup," I say and then look around. "Where's the ladies room?" I ask.

"We passed it on our way in," he says. I nod and stand up.

"I'll be back," I say.

"I hope so," he says and I smile at him.

I walk into the bathroom and start to look through my bag. I take out my make up and then look at myself in the mirror and start to touch up my makeup. I wonder if he'll notice that I've put some lipstick on knowing him he probably will. He seems to notice everything all the time. I flick my red lipstick over my lips and add another coat of foundation adding more around my nose and just a layer of mascara. Once done I place my makeup back into my bag and walk out of the ladies rest room.

Looking over at the table I see Logan talking to our waiter. As I walk over to them the waiter takes the menu from Logan and smiles warmly at him and then walks away. I sit back in my seat and look at Logan he smiles at me and takes my hand in his.

"I ordered you the soup and for main because you never said what you wanted for the main so I figure it will be a surprise," he says. I smile at him and he tilts his head. "You look different," he says and my smile widens a little. "That lipstick goes nicely with what you're wearing," he pauses "that's something Carl would say," he says "but you seem to make anything look good together," he states. I laugh and move my free hand to my mouth to cover it.

"You're so cheesy sometimes," I giggle. "I like that about you though," I say and he grins.

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I watch as Megan returns back to their table. I had seen them walk in and sit at the table. Megan giggles at something Logan says. I feel myself smile and then look back to my husband who is sat in front of me. He sighs and shakes his head at me as he reads the menu.

"I was right," I state.

"Yes you may have been right dear but don't you think you should stop staring at them," he says "if they catch you they'll stop being comfortable with each other and just leave," he adds.

"True," I say and continue reading my menu. "Do they remind you of us two?" I ask.

"We had the same relationship as them but they don't seem to be as daring as what we were," he explains.

"Well we had to be seen as we were in a boarding school," I state.

"What confuses me is that he can afford a restaurant like this with his wage, the bottle of wine he ordered must be worth half of his wage,"

"He's a millionaire I think," I say "I managed to do some research on him before hiring him as I had heard his name somewhere before and I think he's an heir to a multi - million dollar fortune," I explain. He nods in response and looks back at the menu.

"Now will you enjoy our 20th anniversary and stop nosing about them?" He asks. I nod and smile at him.