CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY SEVEN

It's not that I couldn't hear the constant knocking on the door, it's because I can't open it!

Ignoring the knocks that turned into a pounding, which disturbs the book I am trying to write about my life thus far.

Finally the person left and I paused to double check what I have written thus far, munching on some crackers, Mrs. Stanley sneaks in for me.

The door suddenly flew open and my darling husband pounces on me angrily, which is his norm these days.

Pausing, when he saw me sitting propped against some pillows with the laptop, contented.

"Didn't you hear the knocking on the f**king door?" He yelled, followed by mom and my embarrassed looking brother behind them.

Do I really need to remind him that I am a prisoner in my own home and as such I have no control who comes in or who leaves my cell.

Mom of course came to defend me, "I've told you time and time again, don't shout at her," mom shouts at Logan, "and another thing, you do realize Jamie was locked inside right?" Chuckling, mom shakes her head an came to sit beside me on the other side of the bed.

As if now realizing he opened the door that was secured from the outside, lifting his hands in surrender, Logan slowly backs away, turning by the door and dragging Jer out behind him.

They left the door open which was a first but then mom is in here with me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked remembering she had to be at the Fashion House for last minute adjustments of the fall show that's happening this weekend at Ballroom of a prestigious Hotel she normally rents.

Shrugging, "it seems my very efficient staff are more than capable and to be honest, I was worried about you," mom admits staring at the open door, "and it's a good thing I came in otherwise that son of mine would be screaming at you." She chuckles.

Frowning, "why were you in here alone and locked in?" She asks curiously.

Shutting my laptop down, "I put Jer out and told him to lock me in," I said casually shrugging it off.

Moving to sit up, "can you make it down for lunch?" She checks her time piece and I am sure by the growling of my stomach that it's after lunch.

Nodding, excited to go downstairs but it's not for lunch.

I stopped in front of the nursery, sad because I have not been in there since my first night and my husband is too f**king busy building his empire to spend time with me.

Dressed in one of Logan's long sleeved button up shirts, I stood at the bottom of the stairs unsure of where the kitchen is located.

"Come," mom guides me to the left and I make a mental map in my head.

Only Mrs. Stanley sat in the kitchen, with a gloomy expression.

"Where's Logan" I asked instead of greeting her.

Pointing behind us, "he mentioned he's having a meeting in the office and ask not to be disturbed." She shrugged, getting up and going to the kitchen counter, picking up plates.

"Can you direct me to the office?" I asked mom.

Mom and Mrs. Stanley exchanged a mischievous smile, "come I don't want you getting lost again, so I'll take you there." Mom laughs.

I stood in front the office and turned to mom, "I am so angry right now." I tell her.

Pushing open the door, I walked in unannounced to see a group of men, some I knew and some I don't but one thing they are all doing, is staring at me.

"Good afternoon gentlemen" I greeted everyone politely, as the men slowly looked away to stare at my husband who stood behind a large black desk, like the king that he is surrounded by his subjects.

"I would like to have a moment with my husband please?" I requested politely, ignoring the men now and challenging Logan to put me out.

You could hear a pin drop as the men apparently wait for Logan to give them the okay to leave.

Raising my voice, "I said, I would like to speak with my husband, please," I looked around catching the smirk on Justin's face and out of the corner of my eye, I see Cam walking out first and the others slowly followed behind.

"Go light on him" Whiz chuckles as he walks by.

I heard the silent click of the door.

Logan eyed me from head to toe and I subconsciously look down at Logan's shirt which dropped on my upper thing and I didn't have a short pants underneath.

I pulled a chair opposite him, watching him relax back and with folded arms stare at me.

I don't want Logan to know this but Whiz hooked me with a link to my laptop to see what's happening around the compound and I saw the senior Mr. Daniels coming in as a prisoner.

"You and I are partners, right?" I asked softly.

Twitching his lips, Logan nods.

"Equal?" I persisted and again, Logan nods!

"And I" looking around the office, "own all of this right?" I asked and again Logan nods.

Standing up, "just remember that," I turn to walk away but my slow duck movements didn't prevent Logan from grabbing me before I reach the door.

Pulling me against his chest, I heard him inhale my hair before he spoke softly, "and your point is?" He asks softly.

I turned slowly in his arms, straining my neck to stared him in the eye.

"I need to be informed when you are releasing your hostages and when you're bringing in hostages." I said, watching him quickly mask the surprise on his face.

"What do you want to know?" Still holding me in his arms, Logan whispers.

Shaking my head, curling down my lips, "oh, I didn't come in here to ask you any questions," I smiled, "I came to remind you who I am." I retorted, catching him off guard, I was able to shrug off his hands.

I turned for the doorway again but he didn't stop me this time.

With my hand on the door knob I turned to see him staring at him with a guarded expression.

"Ensure that you treat your new hostage as a guest and don't allow him to be hurt, like Ms. Lawrence." I ordered unsure if he will take my advise or get angry but what is he going to do, kill me?

"Is that all?" Logan asks between gritted teeth.

Shaking my head, I walked slowly towards him and reaching upwards, I pulled his face down to mine, "I expect to see you in my bed tonight," I whisper against his lips, pecking him at the corner of his mouth.