Page 78 of Baby For The Bad Boy Billionaire

I wrap my arms around myself, feeling vulnerable.

"I need to go." I glance at him, my eyes welling up with tears.

And with that, I turn and walk away, leaving Logan behind.

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LOGAN

Igrab my glass and down the rest of my whiskey, feeling the liquid burn down my throat.

I’m tired.

I’m tired of it all.

I’m tired of the constant judgment, the endless fucking scrutiny.

I’m tired of my father’s expectations, of him forcing me into a mold I’ll never fit. I miss feeling free. Free to just fucking be.

I'm tired of my brother, of the sting of his betrayal. The way he turned his back on me, the way he took everything from me—even my share of the company. All for greed.

And Bailey... Bailey, who can't look past the playboy costume, who can't see the man beneath. I'm tired of her jumping to her cold conclusions.

I clench the railing, the cold metal biting into my palm and scream from the core of my gut.

Maybe it's time to leave, to escape the chaos, the bullshit.

Start afresh, somewhere nobody knows the name Logan Atwood.

A shrill ring cuts through my chaotic thoughts.

I glance down at the glowing screen of my phone lying on the table.

Gina.

I stare at the display, her name flashing against the dark background. A part of me wants to answer, to lose myself in my anger with her. But I know it won't get me anywhere.

I ignore the call, letting it ring and ring and ring until it goes silent.

My emotions gnaw at me.

Fighting me.

Attacking me.

I groan an angry sound radiating out of my mouth as I grab my phone off the table again, unlocking it.

My fingers hover over the screen for a moment.

Then I begin to type.

Meet me tomorrow.

Noon. At the park.

I hit send, watching the little blue bubble float up on the screen. There's no turning back now.

I drop the phone back onto the table, staring out at the lights of the Windy City.

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