The Forbidden Series
Billionaires who can look, but shouldnât touch!
In Part Three of The Billionaireâs Intern, everything that Addison thought she knew about her sexy, tortured boss, Logan Black, is about to be turned on its head. After the shocking revelations about her father, Addison didnât think anything else could surprise her. But if Logan has lied about this, what else has he lied about?
The Forbidden Series
Billionaires who can look, but shouldnât touch!
The Billionaireâs Intern
Part Three
Things were starting to look up for Addison Treffen. She was finally settling in at her new job, the press had no idea as to her whereabouts and she was starting to figure out who Logan Black really wasâ¦or so she thought. His recent bombshell has brought her to her knees. Everyone she trusts has lied to herâand now Logan has joined that list. But Logan is different. Sheâs the only one who has seen how vulnerable he is. Despite his warnings to stay away from him, Addison wants to get closer. But is it still for business reasons or are her feelings deeper? Maybe once he explains, everything will be all right again. She needs to show him that the truth could set him free, that heâs not a lost cause. Because of her father, she knows secrets have the power to destroy. But Loganâs truth might wreck everything theyâve been working so hard forâ¦
âWhat?â Addison asked. âBut you told everyoneâ¦â
Logan looked back down at his hands, unsure of why he was saying any of this. Of what it would mean when it all finally came out.
But he had to. For one reason, and one reason only
When he wrapped his hands around Addisonâs neck tonight, heâd proven that whether he talked about this or not, whether he believed it was hidden or not, it was the thing that haunted his sleep. It refused to be buried. And if he wouldnât talk about it, it seemed determined to break through the surface of the soil and claw at whoever was near him.
Because all this, the memoriesâ¦they were in him. They were him. And in his sleep they crept over him like a fog and they were all he saw. All he knew.
âI lied,â he said, the words hard, cold. âRemember that. I am a liar, and when I came back from that island I told lies for everyoneâs comfort. Including my own. But the biggest lie I told was to Kellyâs father. Kelly McIntire. That was her name. She was myâ¦lover. Not really a girlfriend.â
âOh, Loganâ¦â
âNo, donât say it like that. Iâd slept with her, but I had no more emotional attachment to her than I did to anyone else on the boat. Itâs not like I was in love with her.â He cleared his throat. âBut I saw her in the water, and I was able to pull her up onto the wood I was floating on. And we managed to make it to shore sometime the next morning. It became very clear, very early it was only the two of us who made it. Butâ¦â
He stopped, reliving that moment. When his feet had made contact with the sand. When heâd finally been out of that dark, horrible water. Full of hidden dangers, waiting to devour them. The water itself the most deadly. Dark, frigid and fathomless.
The island, in that moment, had seemed like a paradise. Rocks, dirt, trees. A secluded rain forest out there in the ocean.
How quickly heâd learned that it was its own hell.
âShe was hurt,â he said. âInjured byâ¦furniture or pieces of the boat. Something that happened during the storm. She was bleeding from her abdomen. I managed to use some clothes to stanch the wound. I made her a place to lie down. Then I got to work right away building a shelter. Thatâs one thing about being stranded. One thing about survival. You canât stop, even when youâre exhausted, because nothing in nature is going to wait for you to catch your breath.â He swallowed hard. âI left her there after I was sure she was stable. Climbed up to see what I could see. If there was a town. Roads. People. Shit, there was nothing. Nothing but howler monkeys and birds. Bugs. Spiders the size of baseballs. No people. That wasâ¦a horrible thing to find out. That weâd reached land, but not help. Still, I was sure they would come.â
He let out a long breath and pressed on. âI didnât have any way to clean Kellyâs injury. And by the third night there, it was horribly infected. She had a fever. She was starting to hallucinate. She didnât want me to leave her ever, because she was afraid. And I didnât blame her. She mostly slept, and when she slept I tried to get things for us. Food. A way to make a fire. I was a dumb rich kid who didnât know how the hell to light a fire in the first place, much less in a rain forest with no matches. And she was shivering. And vomiting. And in so much pain. And when I leftâ¦if she woke up she would scream.â His throat closed up, his muscles locking tight as if his body was trying to force him not to tell the rest. âI couldnâtâ¦I couldnât take care of her. I couldnât take care of me. But we were the only two people in the world, as far as I was concerned.â