Billionaire's Captive Complete Trilogy - Stasia Black Page 0,160
time, they’ll watch all the VIPs gliding down the red carpet and see one of their own.
Logan gets out first to assist the driver in getting my chair ready.
I smooth my skirt and straighten my silk blouse. The neckline is a little lower than I’m comfortable with, but the stylist assured me it was in vogue. The outfit is elegant and classy.
Even my wheelchair is fancy, a sleek, state of the art machine with heated seats, mecanum wheels and a rose gold finish. The control pad at my fingertips looks like it was designed by NASA. My wheelchair can’t hover or shoot rockets, but I’m sure those features will be in the next upgrade.
It’s important to me to be seen in public. I may be sick, but I’m still alive and fighting.
Logan parks my chair close by and opens my door. “Are you ready? We can still go back home.”
“I’m doing this,” I reply firmly. A reluctant grin tugs at the corner of his mouth.
“I thought you might say that.” He lifts me easily and sets me in the chair. I fuss with my skirt as he dismisses the driver. A few photographers turned to investigate when Logan appeared. Now that I’m in my wheelchair, they raise their cameras.
I jerk up my chin. Logan’s hand settles on my shoulder for a second. A reassuring squeeze, and he starts pushing me up the red carpet. I almost protest that I can wheel myself, but my arms are weak and wobbly.
I flinch at the first camera flash, but I don’t look away. The red carpet stretches on forever, a gauntlet of glaring lights and black lenses. I force myself to curve my red lips and pretend to preen in the attention. I raise my hand and wave like a queen.
“Daphne Laurel—” a few reporters shout, waving for my attention. They shove microphones in my direction.
“It’s Doctor Laurel. And no comment,” Logan rumbles, and pushes me faster.
As soon as we get to the end of the red carpet and inside, my spine wilts. My forehead is sweaty from the heat of the lights. People are rushing to greet us. Above my head, Logan is rapping out orders, while I concentrate on staying upright and continuing to breathe.
After a moment, Logan quickly wheels me to the right, where an aide in a black suit leads us down a side hall to a set of elevators. I don’t relax until Logan wheels me in and the doors shut. For a few seconds, we can hide.
Logan crouches before me and hands me an open bottle of water. I let the cool stream wet my throat, being careful not to rinse off any makeup. As much as I want to wash my face and admit defeat.
“My makeup is probably ruined.”
“It’s fine,” Logan says curtly. His big form practically vibrates with tension. I know he’s wishing he could go back and punch some of the reporters in the face.
My fingers find his. “Logan, I’m fine.”
“You did good. My brave girl.”
“Now I just have to get through the ribbon cutting.” I stare at the lighted numbers signaling our climb to the rooftop garden.
Logan paces to the panel. He considers it a moment before he punches a button.
The elevator shudders to a stop.
“Logan! What are you doing?”
Logan turns and eyes me as if he didn’t do something crazy, like stop a moving elevator. “Who did Cora invite to this?”
“You didn’t check the guest list?”
“I’ve been preoccupied,” he admits. And of course he has.
“Just a bunch of donor types,” I answer. “Cora’s friends. Why?”
“Not the Belladonna board?”
My heart melts. Logan’s afraid for me. My self-appointed guardian. “Probably not. Even if she did invite them, it’s fine.”
“I won’t let them bother you,” he vows.
“I know.” I force a smile. “Now come on. One hour, and we can go home. We can get through this.”
He gives an unhappy grunt. “But do we have to?”
“It’s important to Cora. She’s a friend now. So it’s important to me. Just grin and bear it. Or… lie back and think of roses.”
He studies me a moment. “I won’t be thinking of roses,” he says softly. “I’ll be thinking of you.”
He paces in front of me, hands in his pockets. The way he looks at me makes my pussy clench.
“Um, Logan?” I tilt my head towards the door.
“That’s not what you call me,” his deep voice rolls over me. My body quivers, attuning itself to Logan the Master. Just the sound of his commanding voice is enough to