Auctioned By The Ceo

Logan’s self-deprecating laughter filled the space between them.

“Hardly, I was a late developer, shall we say. Rick was always taller than me, so yeah, I guess he was the popular one. I was his little runt of a brother, the butt of the school jokes, because I’m the older twin by five minutes.” He shook his head and growled again. “I caught up of course and yeah, still not popular. Folks were afraid of me most of the time, especially once I joined Rick in the boxing ring, but this isn’t about me. You were telling me your story.”

Hannah knew a dismissal when she heard one but even that little glimpse into his childhood made her feel closer to him. Logan wasn’t a man to share confidences, and that he had told her this much, meant far too much to her.

Remember, none of this is real.

Surely, if she repeated that mantra in her head often enough it would eventually take root and squash those little insistent seeds of hope that refused to go away. Like weeds they came back time and time again, no matter how hard she tried to pull them out. This wedding was a means to an end, that’s all.

Logan put on his indicators, and to her horror started to pull into a layby and slowed down.

“What are you doing?” She grimaced at the high-pitched tone of her voice, but, surely, he wouldn’t.

“I told you what would happen if you didn’t talk so…”

I’ll tell you.

along for a few meters, before he

weren’t popular, because…”

lot for starters. It’s hard always being the new girl, especially

a secondhand uniform that doesn’t fit properly. Forget when people find out who your mum is. I used to hate her coming to parents’ evening. She always smelled of booze, and she was an embarrassment,

glance at his closed off profile, and he nodded just

best for us. It was more us who turned into an embarrassment for her, or rather a constant worry. We both got into trouble a lot, when we were younger.” He shrugged, but the

worse when I hit puberty. Unlike you, I was an early starter, and these girls started growing when I was nine. It was a nightmare. No girl wants to be the first,

had curved into a lazy grin. She thumped his arm,

that, but I love your girls as you put it. You have a spectacular

filled her with a

I think, but that doesn’t ring true when you’re surrounded by prepubescent boys, trust me. It was a nightmare, especially when I grew hips and thighs and all the rest of it. Not only was I the poor one, now I was the fat chick with two left feet, too. Everyone else got taller, and I stayed small and round. Still, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger and all that. I very quickly learned to ignore them all and just concentrate on my studies. So now, they could add teacher’s pet to the insults they’d hurl my

lungs, and as though he knew

bastards at the best of times, and teen girls.” He withdrew his