Page 21 of Fighter's Enemy

"You are a piece of shit,"

Mark was angry, "I know exactly how you treat women Logan, you see them as an object to fulfill your innermost desire, and you fuck with them and go ahead to fuck them up. I don’t want you do that to my sister,"

"It isn't the same with her, what I feel for Kayla is different," I tried to explain to him, but he was clearly not listening.

I had a terrible history with women, I understood perfectly why Mark wouldn't let me date Kayla, I wouldn't date me, if I weren't me.

"Stay the fuck away from my sister Logan, I am warming you, I am going to kill you if I see you anywhere close to her,"

He stormed off. I lurked my hands in my hair. What have I gotten myself into? I knew it was going to be a hard decision. But I was going to have to make one.

Was it going to be my friendship with Mark or my newfound feelings for Kayla?

11

KAYLA

Ihad not seen Logan in two days it is been killing me. I am aware that he must have had a fallout with Mark because I had not seen him around our home and that is unusual. Knowing Logan, our house was home for him.

Mark has been particularly cold towards me, and I knew that wasn't also far from the reason. I waited for him to go for his next short trip, but before he traveled, he told me he needed me in the house at all times.

This was the first time Mark was giving such stern warning and I wasn't sure what to make of it, but I knew best to keep calm and let the storm blow away.

As soon as he had gone, I made my way to Logan house and knocked on his door.

He opened the door with a smile on his face.

"Kayla," he spoke softly as I let myself into the house.

"You haven't been around the house for a while and I got to realize, I don't have your number, "

He let out a hearty chuckle, " You were too busy hating me to have my phone number,"

I giggled, "I still hate you don't get it all wrong," I defended myself and he pulled me in, his lips locking into mine, he tasted so good, his lips were soft and tasted like apples, sweet, tasty apples. He pulled back and we made our way to his room, and we sat on his bed. This was the first time; I was ever in his room.

I gazed at the window to see my room.

"You always kept your window open," he whispered softly in my ears.

"I always wanted you to notice me," I replied as I lowered my gaze as I realized I had just admitted to wanting his attention.

"I had always noticed you too, but I was mindful of coming close to you because of your brother,"

"He is angry at us, I don't want to lose his trust, he is the only one I got," I muttered silently, and he pulled me into a hug.

"It would be fine Kayla, he will get over it, I can't lose you,"

"You can't?" I asked and he nodded his head.

"Yes, ever since I came back from jail, you have consumed my every thought, and even though sometimes I may not act like it, I am utterly crazy over you Kay, I love you,"

I couldn't believe what I just heard; this must be a dream. I should pinch myself; I don't want to wake up from this dream.

"You don't have to respond now, I just thought I should let you know how I feel about you. And to tell you I am going to make sure I prove to your brother how I feel about you.”

"Are you kidding me," I let out in excitement, “I have loved you since I was a kid and my hatred toward you have been my feeble attempt to shy away from my feelings, I love you logan,"

He smiled and pulled me into a long kiss, his lips pressed to mine and then he pulled back.

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