Chapter 4

"What is this?" She asked as Logan handed her a black card, it had the name Carlos Diego on it and an address that was printed in golden colours on the card.

"That is Carlos's card, he will fix your car, do not bother paying him, the bill is on me."

"And do you think I do not have money to fix my car?"

"No, just a gesture of peace and to be on your good side." Logan focuses his gaze on the road as he drives in a different direction from his family's nightclub.

"It will take more than fixing my car to be on my good side." Ashley scoffed.

"What then?" He asked.

"Stop being a werewolf or better still stop being a man." Logan's face couldn't hide his shock.

"Who has hurt you so badly young one?" He asked.

"Young one?" She looked furious. He was terrible at taming this hot-tampered human.

"Not in that context. I am sorry but I can't give you all that you ask for. Is there any other thing I could do?" He asked.

"No nothing." Ashley rolled her eyes. Logan knew she was hurting inside, he believed inside the heart of this woman that wore a tough rude woman facade, there was a sweet and loving young lady that tried to shield herself from the world.

"Was that why you were high the other day of the accident; because he broke your heart?" Logan threw a bait hoping she would catch it.

"At least I am of legal age to smoke, I will be alright here," she said. Logan parked the car by the roadside. As she was about to align he called out to her.

"Ashley," she turned back and looked at him."You are priceless and amazing, though I have not seen much of you. I believe there is a part of you that the world needs to see. You are meant to be pampered and taken care of, not that you can't do it yourself but a queen deserves her subordinates. I am here if you need anything and please pick up the phone when I call." He stared at her in her eyes, wishing she could see how impressed he was with her in his eyes.

"Okay," she dropped and closed his car door.

Logan waited for her to get into the doors that led into her apartment before zooming off. On his way back to the casino, Logan cursed himself, he shouldn't have said all he did, he seemed vulnerable as pride rode off the window. He thought about how she looked and wondered if truly she was a writer for the honourable Johnson's Daily Newspaper. It was one of the best in the city and had amazing writers.

"Is Ashley part of that team?" he asked himself, aloud as he zoome d off to his Night club, knowing it will already be fully packed, for it was past six PM.

Ashley found her mind drifting towards Logan, she had struggled with her healing process and was certain she had progressed. She had planned to call Mr Johnson the next day to tell him she was ready to begin work. Last night when she made the decision she was certain that she will. As the sun rose, she found her mind drifting towards something else. She had no reason why she thought about him but all she was certain of was that the werewolves were manipulative.

Ashley hadn't been able to free her mind from his thunderous voice that said: "Pick up the phone when next I call." Either way, she could cared less about any man and continued to get her stuff together and hoping for the right moment to speak to her boss. She knew he wasn't over her shock but she was tired of staying at home doing nothing.

She picked up her phone and was about to call Mr Johnson when her doorbell rang. Ashley released a deep sigh and stood up to go and answer the door surprised to find a short man who seemed like he was Mexican standing at her door.

"May I help you?" She asked.

"Good morning Ma'am," hiss accent affirmed his nationality. "Yes, I am looking for Ashley Brigs."

"Any problem?" Ashley was surprised to see an unexpected visitor.

"No ma'am; My name is Carlos Diego I was sent by Mr Logan to fix your car," he said, Ashley recalled her last conversation with Logan, how he had given her a card she tossed away since their last meeting and was furious at the fact that she had told him not to do it.

"My towing truck is parked outside, do not worry, I have every thing under control." He said confidently, Ashley hissed and walked into her house, furious at what Logan had just did. Ashley mustered the courage and called her boss.

"Hello." She recognized his masculine voice from the other end of the phone.

"Goo... good morning Sir." She stammered nervously.

"Ashley, how are you feeling today?"

"I have been better days," she answered, gaining her confidence to speak. "I was thinking, I am ready to resume for work" she added.

"Are you thinking? Or you are ready?"

Mr Johnson chuckled from the other end of the phone.

"I am ready, Sir."

"Good, Tomorrow I want you to perform an interview to the new CEO of the Tropicana Night club."

"What happened to the last one?"

"I must admit, you really have been off the grid for a while, he passed away a couple of days ago."

"Wow, I had no idea." Ashley said, as she walked towards her fridge to get an orange juice.

"I will text you his address and phone number."

"Okay, Boss." "Ashley one more thing," Mr Johnson's tone had changed to a very serious one.

"I am all ears."

"Be careful, you know there are a lot of conspiracy theories that surrounds the family. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."He warned.

"I will do my best, Sir."

"Okay. I just forwarded you his information." He uttered and hung up on the call.

Minutes later, Ashley viewed the message and immediately dropped the glass of juice on her marbled floor. The message read:

"Logan Reeves

Tel No: 46941218

Address: B9 Southville Estate."