Third Person POV:
He didn't bother to pursue her; Logan simply stood there, seething. His eyes on hers as she walks away from him, the cut of her gown baring the soft skin of her back when he suddenly felt a pang of guilt in his gut, and he couldn’t understand why.
She was just another woman who didn’t matter. But for whatever reason, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He shook his head and scoffed. He was too tired of this s**t. Tomorrow night he’ll take two girls. That’ll take his mind off her for sure.
He brought his glass of scotch to his lips before his peace was interrupted when a familiar silhouette made his way to the middle of the room, Constantine.
"Mr. Lockwood, a word,"
Logan clenched his jaw defiantly as he downed the rest of his drink before following Constantin……
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