What is he doing here??

LOGAN'S POV...

Looked like Melody didn't know what to say and I didn't knew either.

I reached out my hand and said: "Good evening, I am her boyfriend", I said. When I realised was I just said, I had some regret. I wasn't sure if it was right or wrong but it was written in the contract. So, I thought that it wouldn't be too bad. But when I saw Melodys face. I was totally wrong.

Melody and I told her aunt what happened with Kayl Swelver, that assh*l. We had a great conversation until my dad called me. But somehow I had the feeling, that Melody was kind of feeling uncomfortable and slightly sad. There was nothing to wonder about afterall she just lost her closest relatives than broke up woth her boyfriend and after that she had model making herself look happy. Must have been a realy tough time.

"It must be your father", Melody said. But how does she know. So, I picked up the phone.

"Hey, dad. .... OK . ... Yeah I'll tell her.... fine see you to night." I saw Melody looking at me with a question mark on her face.

"Melody we have to go now. I have a to finish my essay. And over that my dad asked us over", I told her.

"OK, then. Uhm," she said sadly.

Melody told her aunt that we had to go. We said and went to the my car. Loren my assistant, started the car.

"Where are we going?" Loren asked.

"To the Johnson's mention," I answered.

No-one said a word on the whole drive long.

As the car stopped infront of the Johnson's mention Loren opened the door for me and I went over to Melodys sight to open her door.

We went inside and Mr. Johnson greaded us.

I always thought that he was a tipical rich father, who doesn't care much about his kids and that he'd be mean but when I saw him the time he opened the door... It was strange I didn't feel hate or pain seeing him. I even felt that he was really helping me. super strange.

"Come inside",Mr. Johnson said easily and it made me feel home.

We went to the living room. A realy big room with a couch in the middle, a couch table and smal tables between the couches. It looked like a loungh of a royal palace or what it's called.

While I was admiring Mr. Johnson's mention I heared a familiar voice.

"Uncle were is Logan? Why isn't he here yet?" this voice said.

I turned around to see who it was. I never believed to see him here.

"Gordon...? What are YOU doing here.