Logan's P.O.V.

I felt awkward. I was standing behind a man, I barely knew gently with a hand on his back, as he fought with his keys to get his front door open. We were in a huge building, in a very nice part of downtown. He told me, on the drive here, that he just moved into this condo and apologized about the mess. I assured him I didn't care, and when he finally got his door open, he moved out of my way and motioned me in. I stepped in gently wiping my wet feet off on his door mat and walked in squinting in at the darkness. "I've never met a vampire before." I raised my arms in front of me, once I was enclosed in darkness, because he closed his front door, and stopped walking.

"You're funny. But, I prefer darkness. It helps me see better." I frowned feeling him set a hand on my side, and stepped around me. "Here..." Just as his hand left my side, the lights came on up above me, and I lowered my arms fast, watching him walk ahead of me. "Can I get you a drink?" I smirked and shamelessly stared down at his butt. I frowned however seeing it covered by his black coat and followed after him as he walked down a hall, disappearing.

"I'd take some coffee if you have any." I put my hands into my sweater pocket and swallowed hard turning down the same hall he went too. "Also...I just want to make sure you are alright, and I'm going to go home." He nodded as he turned on the lights in his huge shiny kitchen and went right to the counter that had a very fancy looking coffee maker on it. I glanced around a wall seeing a huge flat screen hanging on the wall in front of a black leather couch. I walked slowly to the island and pulled out a stool sitting softly. I leaned forward hearing him do something with his back to me and sighed. "I am really sorry still Kendall. About James. He's...he's a real piece of work." He turned to me fast and leaned against the counter behind him.

"Why are you apologizing for him?" I laughed folding my arms over each other on the counter top and shook my head.

"Because he never well." He smirked turning his head to look out to his living room, giving me a chance to look at him. His eyes were bruised up in the corners by his nose. I was convinced it was broken, but he refused to go to the hospital. I had wiped his face up pretty well before we left the party, and even got him some ice, but it still looked bad. However, knowing how attractive he looked to me, to see him bruised up and a bloody kind of made him even more attractive. And as he turned his head back to me I saw the beautiful, colorful blossoming flower tattoo on his neck, and swallowed hard.

"Am I reading this wrong, or are you flirting with me?" I felt my cheeks flush as he quickly shimmied out of his coat pushing off the counter. "I..."

"I'm in a relationship." He stopped walking, his jacket now off and I forced a weird smile. "I think you're really nice Kendall. And incredibly good looking. But I'm in love with someone who has been through a lot with me." He laughed as he continued to walk out towards the hallway to the front door. I glanced over my shoulder and watched him open a closet and hang his coat up on a hanger. When the door shut and he turned back to face me, I swallowed a hard gulp seeing his tight black short sleeved shirt clutching onto the muscles in his arms, and stomach and pecks. I noticed a few tattoo's on both arms, but ignored my brain telling me to feel how good his skin felt under my fingertips. I looked up at his face as he got right next to me and sat in the stool softly.

"I was going to say..." He leaned on the island and licked his lips shaking his head as he looked up at his kitchen in front of us. "No matter how big of an asshole James is...you seemed to have a good reason to stay with him, so I don't think we should be anything but friends." I laughed out loud making him turn to me, which made me cover my mouth and stop laughing fast. He chuckled turning a little to me and raised one arm, resting his head in his open hand. "I'll admit...you are super fucking hot." I blushed looking away and crossed my ankles over each other gently swinging them as I played with the sleeves of my sweater. "With an ass I would murder for but..." I looked back to him and he shrugged. "You're in a relationship. I respect that."

"So then why did you try to kiss me?" He sat up straight, mouth hanging open and I laughed, gently shoving him by his shoulder. "Out in the backyard at the party. You were leaning into me, and touched my cheek. What else would have been the reason, other than you trying to make a move?"

"You were covered in snow."

"Only in that one spot on my face thought, right?" I raised an eyebrow and he laughed sliding off the stool walking back into his kitchen.

"What do you take in your coffee?" He opened his fridge and I peered inside. I could only see a six pack of Corona and a gallon of milk. And as he glanced over his shoulder to me, I smiled and nodded.

"Milk. A little bit of sugar." He nodded reaching in and grabbed the gallon. "So tell me...you said you went to college with Carlos? What was your major?" He kept his back to me as he pulled down two coffee mugs and opened a drawer.

"Business. I got a masters in business intelligence and analytics management." I nodded and stayed quiet, until he turned back to me and chuckled. "On top of being able to help business's start with my financial expertise, I help business owners grow and expand by every means available. Like with Carlos's restaurant." I nodded again and he sighed out leaning against his sink. "His food is great. His location is in a crowded shopping center. But because of the country's current climate, regarded Mexican immigrants, he's loosing customers." I frowned slouching a bit.

"We've never had that problem here before. People love his food. They don't care about where he's from, or what language he speaks." He tilted his head slightly and crossed his arms, extenuating his muscles even more in both his arms, and chest.

"You didn't hear about what happened the other night to him? Or his place?" I sat up straight and shook my head. He cleared his throat looking away from me. "Someone broke his two front windows and fucked it up. They stole the cash out of his register, and almost all the liquor." I deflated a little and closed my eyes feeling even worse for not paying the last time I was there. But he was so persistent. "They also left some racist ass graffiti on his walls. And somehow, ICE got a tip about some undocumented immigrants and he lost half his staff." I opened my eyes and breathed out hard.

"That...is so fucked up." He nodded just as a few beeps came from behind him and he turned, grabbing the two mugs. "Maybe James can do something about it." I said it quietly. Actually I thought I said it in my head because I was starting to realize maybe it wasn't so bad that I was with a thug. But when a coffee cup was placed in front of me, I looked up and saw I was being watched. I swallowed hard and smirked. "Thanks." I grabbed the mug and put it to my lips taking a quick sip.

"What would James be able to do?" I froze and glanced to him, the mug still at my lips. "I actually don't know what he does. Or you. But he had a pretty nice little sports car so he must make a good amount."

"He is in construction." I said it feeling horrible for lying but knew I had to. James has told me many times before. If anyone asked what he did for a living, I was supposed to tell them he worked construction. I always thought it was ironic, seeing as most guys who worked for a crime family, worked "construction". But went along with it. "Can...can I use your bathroom?" He nodded putting his mug down and slid off his stool. I followed him quick pulling my phone out of my jean pocket and clutched it as he turned a light on in a room and stepped back. "Thank you." He nodded, turning and walked away. I walked in the bathroom fast and shut the door leaning against it as I quickly dialed James. I put the phone to my ear and looked up at myself in the mirror pushing the fallen, flat brown hair on my forehead, off to the side, like I had put it before we left for the party.

"Hello?" I froze with my hand on my hair, hearing a voice that definitely wasn't James. In fact it sounded very familiar. "Helloooo..." His voice was very sing songy. And it made my stomach turn. "I don't know...I just heard your phone ringing and answered it..." I softly and very faintly heard James's voice come closer but kept very still and quiet.

"Shit..." His soft, but panicked sounding voice come on the other end and I swallowed hard. "Hey babe." I closed my eyes, dropping both hands and took in a deep breath. I wanted to ask him if he could do anything for one of our friends, who needed help. But hearing that same friend, I was just feeling sorry for, answer my boyfriends phone made me absolutely furious. "Loges?!" I opened my eyes and brought my phone back to my ear.

"Who the fuck just answered you phone?" I saw myself in the mirror again and felt brave. And courageous.

"It was Carlos...we're in the middle of something right now. Dealing with that errand I was telling you about earlier."

"Don't play me for a fucking idiot James Diamond." I paused hearing him sigh and then a door shut on his end. "Are you fucking him, or something?"

"No. Will you calm the hell down and listen to me? I am trying to get Carlos some help seeing as some assholes are trying to run him and his business out of town. And if you had come with me, you would have known that! Instead you get to play the fucking victim and accuse me of shit you don't have proof of!" I slouched a little feeling my anger get replaced with guilt and held around myself softly. "When I get home, I'll explain everything to you and then you can yell at me and say whatever. But I need to take care of this, alright?"

"Okay. I'm sorry." He went quiet and I pushed off the door. "I...I actually was just calling because I just heard about his place getting messed up. I...I wanted to see if you could do anything about it." I turned on the sink and gently started to wash my hands.

"I'll tell you everything later. I have to go." Before he said anything else, or I could, he hung up. I put my phone on the counter quick, and washed my hands. I slid my phone back into my jeans after drying my hands and pulled the door open turning off the light. However I stayed in the dark bathroom seeing Kendall's silhouette blocking me.

"Everything okay?" I nodded, smiling small and he nodded back taking his hands out of his jean pockets. "So..."

"I...I need to get home." He stopped and frowned but nodded. "I..."

"Look. I don't know you that well Logan. But you have been nice to me since I met you and like I said...your hot." I gave a pathetic smile as he reached out and put a hand on my shoulder. "But if anything...it looks like you could use a good friend and I've been known to be a great one." My smile fell and he stepped forward. "You ever need someone to talk to...don't hesitate to give me a call." I watched his hand fall off my shoulder and looked down. "You sure you want to take an Uber, or Cab? I can drive you. I'm feeling better now anyway." I looked back up and chuckled.

"No I'll be alright. I'll take an Uber. But..." I stepped forward and gently touched his bare forearm squeezing gently. "How can I call you if I need a great friend if I don't have your number?" His mouth parted slowly and I smirked handing him up my phone. As he took it, and he started to type in it, I knew James would loose his mind if he found out I had a really cute guys number, but didn't really care. When he handed me my phone back I sighed out and quickly pulled up the Uber app. "Have a good night Kendall." I gently walked past him and ordered a car, with my head down, and my cheeks red.

"You too Logan. Get home safe." I nodded opening his front door and stepped out, quickly shutting it behind me. I knew If I looked back, I'd probably tackle him and beg him to take me. But I couldn't. And I would never do that to James.