Logan looks from me to Victoria.
“You’re not going anywhere, Logan. This is your apartment. You are staying here,” Victoria says.
I grab Logan’s arm, getting his attention again, and I press the card into the palm of his hand. “You owe me, Logan.”
Logan frowns. “I don’t owe either of you anything. It’s more like you both owe me plenty.”
Victoria stands next to him, pulling his attention back to her. “I’m your sister. Do what I say, and stay here. Please.”
Logan sighs.
“The hotel is the nicest in the city. You can bring the hottest women back to that room. They will think you are a millionaire. Please.”
Logan ignores both of us and walks to his bedroom.
I grab the nape of my neck in frustration.
“Some friend you are!” I shout in his direction.
Victoria takes the moment as a win and turns to head back to the guest bedroom. She thinks that, if Logan is here, then we won’t fight. That I’ll just let her be. But she’s very, very wrong.
I go after her just as Logan opens the door to his bedroom with a bag over his shoulder.
I grin.
Victoria’s mouth drops open. “What are you doing?” she asks.
“I’m going to stay in Carter’s hotel room.”
“Why?”
“Because I think you two have a lot of things to work out. I’ve been in the middle of you two for far too long, and I won’t keep doing it.”
Logan leans toward Victoria’s ear and whispers something that I don’t hear before softly kissing her on the cheek. He glares at me as he walks past me, and then I wait until I hear the front door slam behind him before I turn my attention to Victoria. As much as Logan says that he’s not picking sides, it sure does seem like he might be picking mine from the way he gave in to my demands.
Victoria crosses her arms and pops her hip out to one side. “Let’s hear it. I don’t have all day. I need to get to work to revamp our entire plan for Lily, and unlike you, I don’t have an assistant I can call to do all my dirty work.”
I smirk. “Don’t blame me for doing good enough work that allows me to afford an assistant.”
She shakes her head. “Don’t even act like you do better work than me. I saved us in there.”
“You saved us?” I run my hand through my hair to keep from strangling her. “You have got to be kidding! You threw me out in front of the cameras because you couldn’t come up with anything better. I did all the work. I came up with the stories about Lily and me being together on the spot. I charmed the crowd. I spent all evening pretending to care about a woman. I did all of the real work.”
“Fine. You did all of the real work. I’m just taking credit for that work. Just like you did to me earlier.”
I hate her. But I also want her. I hate how she’s exactly like me. I don’t remember her always being like this, but I also love that she is. I’m afraid I’ve ruined her, turning her heart cold like mine, but maybe I made her that much better.
“I want to fuck you.”
She laughs. “I’m not fucking you.”
I take a step forward until I can tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You sure about that? I’m pretty sure you’ve said that before, and it’s ended in me giving you the best sex of your life.”
“It wasn’t the best sex of my life.”
“No? Who was better?”
Her eyes dart to the side as she thinks about it. Running names through her head, trying to come up with an answer.