Page 10 of Trapped In His Harem

Honestly, this is the happiest I’ve ever been. What more could a girl ask for? I live in luxury, and not only that, but Logan doesn’t sleep with any of the other women anymore. They still live here, but he doesn’t indulge.

“Really?” I asked in a hesitant voice after that first night. “You’re not interested in Candy, Margaret, or even … Lily?”

It was difficult to say my mom’s name because who really wants to share a man with their mother? But Logan merely laughed, revealing gleaming white teeth.

“So Lily really does exist?”

I stare at him.

“Of course she does!”

He laughed again.

“Then no, I definitely don’t want to sleep with your mom. Or any of the other women, to be honest. You’re enough for me, Jasmine,” he said in an indulgent tone. My heart overflowed although my head’s still full of questions. After all, this is a man who takes the playboy lifestyle to the nthdegree, and has for a long time now. What was so special about me that he’d change his ways?

But we never got a chance to discuss it because Logan ravished me all over again, and the conversation never got picked up. But I’ll figure it out sooner or later. For now, however, I’m deliriously happy. I have a place to live. My mom has a roof over her head. I’ve finished high school, and even enrolled at Fairlawn Community College to pursue my Associate’s degree. I started a few poetry classes a couple weeks ago, and it’s been so fulfilling. Even better, my man is supportive of me continuing my education, and encourages me to study. Who would have guessed?

But now, we’re enjoying the best part of the day together. Logan’s arm is around my waist and my head rests on his shoulder as we take in the spectacular view of his estate. He inclines his head and kisses my temple.

“I have something for you,” Logan whispers into my hairline.

“You do?” I ask, turning to look up at him. “You didn’t have to do that! You’ve already arranged all this!”

“What, this dinner?” he respond with a grin. “This is nothing, baby. It’s the least I can do for you.”

His eyes sparkle as he puts his glass of grape juice down and reaches into a compartment of the bar cart I hadn’t noticed.

“This is my real gift to you,” my man growls as he presents me with a flat, black leather box. With trembling fingers, I flip open the top, and when I do, my breath stops in my throat because within the black velvet interior lies a beautiful gold necklace with a delicate flower pendant attached to it. Plus, there are matching earrings: thin, delicate hoops with one identical little flower pendant hanging off each one.

“Oh, Logan,” I gasp. “This is absolutely beautiful. Thank you!”

“They’re jasmine blooms,” Logan announces, pleased at my response. “Beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, unable to tear my eyes from the golden jewelry. “It’s too much.”

“No, it’s not. Not when it comes to you, sweetheart. Here, let’s put it on,” he growls, taking the box from me and setting it down before picking up the necklace. The delicate gold chain looks especially dainty in his huge, masculine hands as he places it around my neck and clasps it shut. Then, Logan gently kisses my shoulder.

“That’s as much as I can manage,” he growls in my ear. “You’ll have to put on the earrings yourself because I don’t know how that woman stuff works,” he adds with a baritone chuckle.

“I’ve got it,” I giggle, plucking the beautiful earrings from the velvet and putting them in my ears. I spot my reflection in the enormous mirrors that line one side of the dining room and gasp. The jewelry glimmers in the low light and matches my gown perfectly. Giddy with joy, I turn to Logan, who nods, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he takes in the effect of his gift.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Daniels,” I whisper, standing on the tips of my toes as my heels rise off the floor. “I love the gift.”

“I’m glad you like it,” he growls, slanting his mouth over mine. Our lips lock and I circle my arms around his neck to pull that massive form closer to me. Logan’s enormous, and I relish the wide male chest, not to mention the big hands that are already squeezing my bottom. Eyes closed, I part my lips to taste his tongue, and he groans in response.

“Don’t you want dinner?” he growls, then kisses me again.

“You know I do,” I tease as I continue to kiss him.

“Then you better stop what you’re doing,” he chuckles, “because otherwise I’ll have to take you right here against this bar cart and the food will get cold.”

“Are you telling me,” I reply with an arched brow, “that a mansion like this doesn’t have the facilities to keep a few courses hot long enough for me to make love to my man?” Logan gently bites my lip in response.

“Don’t be so sassy,” he chuckles, and slaps my ass with a resounding whack.

“Oh! Well, I’m starving, anyway,” I murmur. “We can pick this up later.”

Those blue eyes flare dangerously as my lover takes me in.

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