Chapter 95 The Price Of A Loose Tongue
Tyler's POV
Naomi's eyes widened, turning red as the realization hit her—she was in for it. And this time, no one was coming to save her.
Not even me.
How could I?
I had my own problems to deal with, and honestly, she dug this grave herself.
"Forgive me, Sir Logan." She bowed her head, her voice shaking.
I almost rolled my eyes.
Too late for that.
Logan's smirk didn't waver. If anything, he looked amused.
"Oh?" His voice was calm, "You thought that was the sexual thing going on?" He tilted his head. "Or did Tyler tell you that?"
His gaze flickered to me, but I knew better than to react.
"I need to know," Logan continued, "so I can decide whether I should sue the ass of both of you."
There it was.
Logan being an ass sometimes.
Not just sometime, not just sometimes but even most times
At this point not even most of the time.
But Every damn time.
