Next One Is a Babe

Logan laughed heartily. “Don’t worry. I won’t be playing today, since I’m not in my best condition. When I get back to my top condition though, I’ll play with you guys!”

Sophia ignored him and went to the kitchen. They had a lot of ingredients in the fridge, and after taking a look, she had a little plan.

Logan was leaning back on the sofa with a smile when he glanced at John. “Nice taste. Sophia is much nicer than Isabelle.”

John didn’t look at him. “How long have you known her?”

“Not long, actually.” Logan flipped around and lay on the sofa instead, looking at Sophia, his tone soft. “But I’ve seen many people in the club, so I have an eye for people. Sophia’s a good lady, John. She’s worth your time.”

John sneered. There were many good women in this world, but he couldn’t possibly treasure them all. Maybe Sophia was indeed a good woman like Logan said, but that had nothing to do with him.

Logan couldn’t sit still. John was reading his documents, so Logan went to the kitchen. He leaned against the doorframe, and as he texted Ian, he said, “Do you have any friends or sisters, Sophia? Introduce one to me. I don’t need much, just someone like you.”

With her back facing him, Sophia snorted. “Even if I do, which I don’t, I won’t send them to hell.”

Logan gasped. “I’m not that bad, woman. Do you know how many women out there want to sleep with me? I can’t even refuse them.”

Sophia smiled. “Really? If you aren’t the Jeffersons’ young master, would they still want to sleep with you?”

That shut him up completely. Logan was no idiot, so he knew what those women wanted from him. Logan knew how many people hated and scorned him as he adventured. He still went on with his business because of his grandfather. If he didn’t have that, nobody would let him do whatever he wanted, nor would those women look at him. Thanks to that, he couldn’t retort.

Logan paused, then he started stomping his feet. “John! Tell your wife off! Don’t you have rules around here? Come here and teach her a lesson now!”

Rooted onto his seat, John slowly smiled. “Didn’t someone just say she’s nice?”

Rooted onto his seat, John slowly smiled. “Didn’t someone just say she’s nice?”

Logan halted in motion, then he pranced around like a monkey. “I don’t care! I’m hurt, so come here and teach her a lesson!” Then he clutched his chest. “Oh no, my chest feels heavy! I-I can’t breathe…”