The Ball 3

After he was done eating, Logan then placed the bowl on his desk.

It may more delicious than he had imagined. Of course, this wasn't his first time having noddles, but it was the best he had ever had.

Just then, Andrea approached Logan's desk, her steps graceful and confident, her eyes locked onto the empty bowl he had just used for his meal.

She reached out to take it, her fingers brushing against the cool ceramic.

As she prepared to leave, an unexpected twist of fate intervened. Unexpected, her foot slipped on a small, unnoticed puddle on the floor.

In a split second, Andrea found herself tumbling forward, her heart racing as she plummeted toward Logan's lap.

In a remarkable display of reflexes, he instinctively caught her, his arms wrapping securely around her as their faces drew impossibly close.

The air between them crackled with tension, their lips just inches apart.

Unable to resist the magnetic pull of the moment, Logan closed the gap between them, his lips meeting Andrea's in a passionate, electrifying kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as they shared this unexpected, intense connection, their hearts pounding in sync as their worlds collided in a moment neither of them had anticipated.

As their passionate kiss deepened, their moment of intense connection was abruptly interrupted by the shrill sound of a phone call.

The jarring ringtone pierced the air, causing them to reluctantly break apart.

Andrea's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and Logan's expression shifted from desire to a mix of surprise and annoyance.

With a sigh, Logan reached for his buzzing phone, glancing at the caller ID.

Andrea composed herself, straightening her clothes as they both attempted to regain their composure.

Without wasting any more time, Andrea took the bowl and left the room like a lightening bolt.

With her gone, Logan just sighed as he cut the phone call and looked up at the roofs ceilings.

He then placed his hands on his lips as he sighed.

Why the hell is wrong with him? He had kissed her like that once again today.

He really had to get control over himself.

Meanwhile, getting to the kitchen, Andrea placed the bowl in the sink as she almost slopped to the ground.

Her face was flushed, her heartbeat was fast, and she felt goosebumps all around her skin.

What the hell was wrong with her, Logan, she should have hit him hard on the face.

She thought as she placed her hands on her chest.

"So you like playing these games on me, right? I'll teach you a lesson!" She murdered to herself as she angrily went back to her room.

*

Two hours later, standing up from his desk was Logan as he looked through the balcony window, it was very dark and late.

He also felt a little sleepy after having such a stressful day.

Sighing, he closed his laptop and made his way to his room.

As he entered, it was all dark, only the litter glimpse of light from the night lamp was seen.

So he gently and carefully made his way to the bed in other not to wake up the sleeping wife of his.

But as he laid down, really to sleep, he felt something soft and long wrapped its self around him.

But not in just anyway, he could feel Andrea's feet all around his little brother as she moved her leg up and down, causing him to flinch slightly.

What the hell was she doing? He thought as he bit hard, trying to contain the sexual arouse he was feeling now.

Buy, she didn't stop as she continued to rub her feet around him, eventually making his white skin turn red.

Having done enough, Andrea then retreated her leg as she smiled slightly, having accomplished her revenge.

'You aren't the only one with dirty actions,' she thought as she then turned to the other side to sleep.

But to her surprise, she felt something cold wrap itself around her soft waist.

It was Logan and as his hands were locked with hers, he pulled her closer towards him, his head buried on her soft and warm neck as he sniffed her soft, rose scent.

But that wasn't all, she felt her hand wrapped around her but not on her waist but around her chest and as he squeezed more and more, she couldn't help but let out a little moan.

"You started this, so you better face the consequences!" He whispered in her ear as his hot breath made her flinch.

**

The next morning came in and Andrea opened her eyes to the sound from downstairs.

"What the hell was going on?" She asked herself as she sighed slightly. Her waist was aching.

Logan had held her all night, but he seemed to have disappeared.

"Better run, if I lay my hands on you, I'll teach you a lesson!" She said as she whined in pain but just then, the door dashed open as up to fifteen maids made their way in as they all lined up in others and bowed.

The fifteen maids, dressed in elegant uniforms, stood in perfect formation. Their attire was a combination of black and white, with crisp aprons and lace detailing that added a touch of sophistication to their outfits.

"Good morning, Lady Andrea," they chimed in unison, their voices harmonious.

Andrea, still somewhat surprised by their sudden appearance, managed a faint smile. "Good morning," she replied, appreciating their punctuality.

She knew today was the ball, but didn't expect it to be so early.

Weren't balls done at night! Sigh, she forgot that mornings were like nighttime for vampires.

With practiced efficiency, the maids began their work. Some retrieved an array of dresses from a large wardrobe, while others laid out an assortment of jewelry on a nearby table.

They worked together seamlessly, as if they had choreographed this routine countless times before.

The head maid, distinguished by a slightly more intricate uniform, approached Andrea with a warm smile. "Madame Thorn has selected a special gown for you, Lady Andrea. We hope it meets your approval."

Andrea nodded, feeling a sense of excitement build within her despite her lingering discomfort.

The maids carefully helped her into the chosen gown, a breathtaking creation of satin and lace that accentuated her natural beauty.

Once Andrea was dressed, she looked at herself in the mirror, stunned by her transformation. The maids had turned her into a vision of elegance and grace, ready to attend the Ball with confidence.

Just then, Logan entered, and he couldn't help but be taken aback by Andrea's beauty. She looked remarkably different with makeup, and while he appreciated her natural look, he found her current appearance alluring.

Coughing slightly to regain his composure, Logan extended his hand in a gentlemanly gesture. "Shall we get going now?" he asked with his deep voice, trying to hide his fascination.

In response, Andrea scoffed and rose from her seat, determined to maintain her earlier standoffish demeanor. She passed by Logan, ignoring his extended hand.

However, Logan wasn't about to let her dismiss him so easily. With a swift and surprising move, he scooped her up into his arms, holding her in a bridal style that left Andrea both shocked and flustered.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?" she demanded, her face turning a deep shade of red.

Logan, holding her securely in his arms, replied firmly, "Any grievances we have should remain behind closed doors. To the world, we are a loving couple."

With that declaration, Logan carried Andrea out of the room, refusing to set her down, setting the stage for a night at the Ball where appearances meant everything.