Roman and Julienne's heart desire
Chapter 64: The game between us

Chapter 64: The game between us

"Hey, shy boy," Rachel chimed playfully, a teasing smile lighting up her face as she stepped through the doorway, dragging a large suitcase behind her.

Her long curls bounced with every step, and the gleam in her eyes said she was up to something.

Logan, seated lazily on the couch in the living room with a remote in hand and a half-empty bottle of soda on the side table, raised an eyebrow.

He didn’t stand up. He didn’t even blink. He just stared at her with a mix of curiosity and indifference.

"Why are you dragging a suitcase behind you?" he asked flatly, skipping greetings entirely, as if the sight of her wasn’t unexpected—even though he clearly knew she’d be coming over.

Rachel pouted dramatically, her glossy lips pushing forward like a sulky child.

She dropped the suitcase with a theatrical thud and plopped herself down beside him, making sure to sit a little too close.

"Shouldn’t you ask how I’m doing first, instead of interrogating me about my luggage?" she asked, folding her arms and turning slightly to face him, her brows raised in mock offense.

Logan exhaled slowly, his expression unreadable, though the faintest twitch at the corner of his lips hinted at amusement.

"Oh, I’m sorry," he said with a shrug, not sounding sorry at all. "I just really want to know what you’re doing with that suitcase. I hope you’re not going to say something ridiculous like you’re traveling."

The way he said it—soft, dry, and borderline possessive—made her heart skip.

Rachel grinned, clearly entertained. "Why?" she asked, leaning forward with a glint in her eyes, her elbows resting on her knees.

Logan hesitated, eyes flickering to her lips for a second too long. He cleared his throat.

"Because... I’ll miss you," he said at last, but the words hovered shallowly in the air, spoken lightly as if he didn’t dare let them fall too deep. _{free we\bnove(l).com}

They lingered just on the edge of his lips, not quite making it to his heart.

Still, it was enough.

Rachel’s face brightened like someone had turned on a light inside her.

Her lips curled into a soft, delighted smile as she leaned into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder, soaking in the moment.

"Well, I’m not going anywhere, actually," she said slowly, her voice sweet and laced with mischief.

Then she tilted her head back to look up at him. "In fact, I’m coming to you."

Logan’s eyes widened slightly. His throat bobbed as he gulped, unsure if he’d heard her correctly. He blinked.

"Wait... you mean—?"

But before she could respond, he was already lost in thought. His mind flipped through the possibilities at lightning speed.

[ She’s moving in? That’s what this is about? With her staying here... it’s just the two of us. In my apartment. Alone.]

A slow, lopsided smile crept across his lips. The idea wasn’t just tempting—it was thrilling.

Seeing that smile spread on his face, Rachel chuckled and rolled her eyes.

"Isn’t it obvious? I’m trying to move in with you," she said, drawing out her words like a spoiled princess announcing her demands.

Her voice dripped with satisfaction.

Logan barely contained his grin. He ran his hand through his tousled hair, then stood up with sudden energy.

"Oh my God, this is cool!" he half-shouted, unable to hold back the excitement bubbling in his chest.

His voice bounced with a rare kind of glee, the kind that didn’t show itself often.

Without another word, he darted toward the suitcase and hauled it up with surprising enthusiasm.

Rachel watched, confused but intrigued.

She thought he’d take it to the spare bedroom—the one always left clean but unused.

Instead, Logan walked straight into his own room, pushing the suitcase in and shutting the door behind him with a quiet click.

Rachel’s mouth parted in surprise. Her eyes lit up as her lips curled into a knowing smirk.

"So we’re sharing a room now?" she murmured under her breath, her tone mischievous. "This is going to be very interesting."

She was about to squeal with excitement when Logan emerged again, a boyish grin still playing on his lips.

"I’m really happy you’re moving in," he said, dropping onto the couch beside her. There was a sparkle in his eyes—subtle, but unmistakable.

Then he scratched the back of his head, suddenly shy.

"You know what?"

"No, I don’t," she said, tilting her head. "Tell me."

Logan leaned in, his eyes locking onto hers. Rachel didn’t flinch.

She held his gaze, heart fluttering slightly at how serious he looked in that moment.

"We have to celebrate this," he said, voice low and sincere.

Rachel’s face lit up like a sunrise. "Yes, of course we do!" she chirped.

Logan grinned, nodding. "Let’s go out. Tonight."

Rachel blinked, taken aback. "Right now?"

"Right now," he confirmed with a playful wink.

"Okay... why not?" she shrugged. "But let me change first!"

Without waiting another second, she sprang to her feet and darted toward the bedroom, disappearing behind the door with a squeal and the click of the lock.

Alone again in the living room, Logan’s expression shifted.

His footsteps became soundless as he approached the front door and stood just in front of the peephole, his back straight, his eyes narrowing.

He brought his face close and peeked through.

The sight inside made him lick his lips unconsciously.

Rachel, standing in the middle of his room, was halfway through changing.

She was in nothing but her red lingerie, twisting and turning as she looked through her clothes, seemingly unaware of being watched.

A low hum escaped his throat. "Hmm... she’ll be sweet," he murmured, a dangerous smirk forming.

He pulled away and tiptoed back to the couch, settling into his previous position just in time.

His eyes danced with amusement, his thoughts darker than his outward expression let on.

She had no idea, but Logan remembered everything—especially the night she accused him of touching her.

She had framed him that night, left him to carry a weight he didn’t deserve.

That night... he hadn’t touched her. He knew it. And she knew it.

But this was different now.

Now, he had a plan.

A quiet, calculated, patient plan.

People like her family? Logan knew them well. Too well. He was one of them once.

He wasn’t the real heir of Steve but a begger.

And now, he was about to play their game better than they ever could.

A chuckle escaped him—deep, slow, and soaked with satisfaction. "Hahaha..."

The bedroom door creaked open. Logan immediately wiped the smirk from his face and turned toward the sound.

Rachel stepped out in a red dress that clung to her body like it had been made for her alone.

The fabric shimmered faintly under the warm lights, her legs smooth and her skin glowing. Her hair had been let down, cascading over her shoulders like waves of silk.

She looked like a goddess... or maybe a devil dressed like one.

Logan’s breath hitched slightly. His lips parted as he let his gaze roam from her heels all the way up to her eyes.

"How do I look?" Rachel asked, striking a pose and twirling in front of him. "Be honest."

Logan leaned back and let out a low whistle, his eyes still tracing her curves. "You look... enticing."

His voice was husky now, low and thick, as if just seeing her had shifted something in him.

Rachel smiled with satisfaction, twirling again before walking over.

"Good," she said confidently. "Now let’s celebrate."

But something in Logan’s eyes told her tonight wouldn’t just be a celebration.

It would be the beginning of something else entirely.

Something she couldn’t yet see.

Something he had planned long before she ever knocked on his door.

Rachel gave Logan a playful nudge with her elbow, but her eyes lingered on his face, studying the shift in his expression.

For a moment, she saw something an edge, a shadow behind the smile.

But it disappeared just as quickly as it appeared, replaced by his usual half-smirk and cool demeanor.

"Come on, let’s go before the night grows old," Logan said, rising from the couch and extending a hand toward her like a gentleman from an old romance movie. His eyes didn’t leave hers.

Rachel placed her hand in his and stood up, their fingers briefly interlocking in a way that made her heart flutter.

She wasn’t sure why, but something about this night felt... significant. Almost too good to be true.

They stepped out into the hallway, Logan locking the door behind them with a distinct click.

The corridor lights flickered briefly, and the sound of their footsteps echoed softly against the tiled floor.

The air outside was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine, the kind that only opened up under the moon’s gaze.

A breeze whispered through the trees lining the street, cool against their skin as they walked side by side toward Logan’s sleek, black car parked beside the building.

Logan opened the passenger door for her, and Rachel slid in, smoothing down her red dress.

Inside, the leather seats were cool and smelled faintly of mint and cologne—his cologne.

As Logan got in and started the engine, the low hum of the car vibrated through the quiet.

A slow R&B song trickled from the speakers, the kind that melted easily into the background but wrapped itself around emotions like a comforting blanket.

"So," Rachel said, breaking the silence, her voice lighter now. "Where are we going?"

"It’s a surprise," Logan replied, keeping his eyes on the road.

Rachel tilted her head, intrigued. "You know I hate surprises."

"That’s why I planned one," he said, smirking again.