2024-12-16 21:23:05Third Point Of View
“Meet me at the cafe downtown.”
That was the next thing Logan heard from Sophia and without thinking twice, he did as he was told.
Logan was not sure what all these were all about but it didn't matter. It didn't hurt to find out especially now that a lot of things have happened in the last few days.
The only call he could answer was the call that would bring in money and this was that call.
Logan arrived at the café and his mind was still occupied with his old man, Mr. Lee who was still at the hospital. The thought kept crushing him countless times and he became so impatient to hear the deal that Sophia had for him.
As he stepped inside the cafe, he looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of sophia.
Finally, he was able to spot Sophia sitting at a small corner table.
He had not seen her since their night together, and part of him didn’t want to be reminded of that messy encounter.
But here they were. They met again even after she said she didn't want to see him.
Sophia looked up as he approached and gestured for him to sit at the chair opposite her.
“Thanks for coming, Logan,” she said and Logan kept hitting his feet on the floor.
“What is this about, Sophia? I thought you said you never wanted to see me ever again. I would prefer you spill all you have to say as I have got bigger problems right now,” he informed her and his face looked so serious, showing Sophia that the only thing that he was here for was business.
Sophia clasped her hands together and leaned towards him.
“I know you need money. A lot of money, Logan. You don't have to rush me. I will tell you everything that it entails. It's quite easy.”
“What are you talking about? Can you make things snappy? If you know I need money, give me the money!”
“Hey, hey, Logan. Calm down. I want you to be my husband,” Sophia said with a calm voice.
Logan blinked countless times. He let out a short laugh, shaking his head as if he had not heard her right.
“What? Your husband? Are you in a dream or something?”
“I’m serious,” she replied, her eyes locking onto him. “I need a husband for one year. After that, we will go our separate ways.”
The laugh immediately disappeared from Logan’s lips. He stared at her, utterly baffled by what he had just heard. She sounded so serious but he was not going to take it.
“You can’t be serious. I can tell that you are out of your mind or something. What kind of ridiculous proposal is that?”
Sophia didn’t flinch a bit. She kept on pressing harder because her fate depended on his response. He just had to cooperate with her and get things done.
“I can do anything at this point to avoid the danger lurking in front of me. My family is forcing me to marry Mr. Thomson, a man I don't want to marry. I swear, I will do anything.”
“And you think dragging me into this mess is the answer? I barely know you, Sophia. This is bullshit!” Logan scoffed.
“You don’t have to know me too well. The time we have met is enough for this to happen between us,” she said flatly like it was nothing. “You just have to pretend to be my husband for a year. That’s it. No feelings attached. Just pure business. ”
Logan stood up from his seat, more irritated than ever. This was insane.
“I don’t have time for this. You are out of your mind if you think I will agree to something so stupid as this. I’m leaving.”
He turned, ready to storm out of the café. His blood was boiling inside of him and he could not just believe that she called him here to tell him this.
This was the last thing he needed right now. His problems were real. It was a matter of life and death. This was just a game to her, nothing more.
But just as his hand touched the exit door, Sophia spoke again, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade.
“I will pay you five million dollars, Logan. If you agree to be my husband for a year.”
Logan paused and froze as her words rang continuously in his head.
His heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, he could not breathe.
Five million dollars? Did he hear that right? That was a whole lot!
His mind raced, but he forced himself to stay calm.
He slowly turned his back around and Sophia watched him, waiting for his response.
“Five million?” Logan asked to confirm if she meant what she just said.
“Yes,” Sophia nodded firmly. “Five million dollars. All you have to do is be my husband in name, for a year. No strings attached. After that, you can walk away. But you get the money.”
Logan stared at her, searching her face for any sign of a joke or a trick. But Sophia was serious. Dead serious.
He swallowed hard, trying to keep himself in check. He doesn't have to over react, it would ruin everything. The amount of money she was offering could solve the problems he was having.
It would more than cover Mr. Lee’s surgery and his medical bills. It would save his life. Logan knew that much. But… could he really do this?
He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He could not make a critical decision like this on the spot.
Without saying another word, he walked out of the café, leaving Sophia behind.
The rest of the day dragged on and Logan could not stop thinking about the offer.
Five million dollars… but at what cost? He barely knew Sophia. What kind of mess was he walking into if he accepted this?
The long awaited evening arrived and he was about to retire to bed when a call came in from the hospital.
“Mr. Lee’s condition is getting worse,” the doctor said, informing him of the condition of his old man. “If he does not get the surgery soon… I’m afraid there is nothing more we can do. He needs that surgery, Mr. Logan. And it needs to happen soon.”
Logan’s chest tightened at the sound of that.
He paced around his small apartment, trying to make a decision. He had tried everything he could, he had reached out to everyone he could think of, but there was no help coming.
While he was still lost in thoughts, he kept on hearing Sophia's voice in his subconscious, reminding him of the offer.
“Five million dollars!!”
“I will offer you five million dollars. You just have to accept to be my husband for a year.”
He hated the thought of making a deal like that, but what choice did he have?
Logan heaved a heavy sigh as he picked up his phone. His fingers hovered over the screen for a long moment, as if once he made this call, everything would change instantly.
Finally, he dialed Sophia’s number and she picked up his call as if she had been waiting so long for it.
“I will do it, Sophia,” Logan said. His heart felt like it was breaking in two as he accepted her offer. “I will be your husband. For a year.”
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