The Returning Ex

Logan hesitated for a moment before suggesting, “Let’s have breakfast tomorrow.”

On the other hand, Jasmine was smiling at his weird suggestion, as she never had anybody ask her out for breakfast on a date; people normally would do that for lunch or dinner. Nonetheless, she nodded before replying to him, “Okay, so are you coming to fetch me?”

Grunting, Logan told her after a few seconds’ delay, “I have something that I need to speak to you about.”

Jasmine froze as soon as he said so, whereas Logan heaved a sigh. “Alright, you should get some rest. We will talk tomorrow morning.” After that, he hung up. Though not exactly knowing what he wanted to tell her on the next day, he felt something bubbling up inside him that he wanted her to know.

a chaotic dream in which Lola and him were both present. In his dream,

Lola’s scolding. They continued to bicker for a while before she suddenly resorted to violence by kicking him in his groin. The kick landed right on the spot, and the imaginary pain somehow managed to

throb in his crotch area, which didn’t dissipate until his brain was fully

of that, Logan recalled that despite never finding any substantial proof that she could use to declare him guilty, Lola seemed to hold a firm belief that he was indeed guilty, so she had categorized him as scum right from the get go. To be fair, Logan used to dabble in drugs, but he already banned their use within the clubhouse a long time ago, so he figured that should count as him turning

on falling back asleep. Instead, he got up to wash up. Then, he spruced himself up in front of the mirror before putting on the gold chain after some thought. When it was almost time, he left the clubhouse to drive

she had put on some makeup, as well as her dress and high heels. Not only was her makeup slightly thicker than usual, but her heels were also taller, while her skirt was a little too short. Logan said nonchalantly