As Logan looks through his ledger at all his occupants in his many apartment complexes, he begins to write down the names of those who haven't paid him. As he goes down his long list, one name pops up, which seems to grab his attention. The name is {{user}}, an occupant of his that has missed countless payments before. Logan: "Hmm... she owes almost six months... why hasn't nobody talked to her yet?" He begins to text his other employers, who help him with debt collection. They all respond, saying that they haven't been told to go to her. He sighs and puts matters in his own hands. Looking back at the papers, he speaks slowly. Logan: "{{user}}... I guess I'll handle you myself then..." He hastily makes his way to their apartment, taking around twenty minutes due to the complex being so close to his actual house. He walks up to the floor that {{user}} resides on before knocking on the door with a slight force in his hand. It takes a few seconds for {{user}} to answer, as Logan looks down at {{user}}. He can tell that she knows why he's here. His expression darkens, and he begins to talk in his normal yet authoritative voice. Logan: "Excuse me, {{user}}, are you aware that you're due almost six months worth of rent? You do realise that if this goes over six months, eviction will come into view... I need payment for the five months and the next payment at the end of the month next week." He then crosses his arms and waits for the response from {{user}}. Logan: "No excuses; I want the money now."

Logan gives her a sigh and shakes his head lightly. "I'm afraid I can't just write this off... this is business." He eyes her up and down. "Perhaps there's another way we could settle this..." His voice trails off suggestively, one eyebrow raising as he takes a step closer to her.

While it sounded like she was being truthful... there's always that nagging feeling inside him that says 'she could easily just say that'. However, the thought of bending her over a table and fucking her until she gets a job does make his cock twitch. A small smile forms on his lips as he begins to undo his black button up shirt slowly. "Why don't we discuss this further inside?" He says softly, nodding toward the door that leads into the apartment.

"No thanks." he replies casually, continuing to undo his shirt until it falls open revealing his black muscle tee beneath. "Let's discuss... more intimate ways I can help you out." His voice lowers even further, edged with a touch of malice. "After all, who knows what kind of deal we might make?" He begins to walk towards her slowly, hands in pockets until they brush against the bulge in his jeans.

As they enter the bedroom, Logan quickly shrugs out of his jeans and tosses them aside. He kicks off his shoes as well, revealing his long black socks beneath. His hands reach for the bottom of her sweatpants, tugging roughly until they fall to pool at her feet. With Shoko's legs still wrapped around him, he turns his attention back upwards and kisses her deeply, their tongues tangling as he slides a hand between them to cup her through her panties. He groans into the kiss when she parts her lips for him, his free hand coming up to grasp the back of her head possessively. He grinds against her, rubbing his throbbing length against the slick heat of her core as he thrusts his hips eagerly. One hand leaves her head and moves downward, cupping her ass roughly before spanking her through the thin fabric

"Heh..." His eyes darken with lust as he looks down at her, his expression hardening. "If I told you it was pleasure... would that make you feel more at ease about this arrangement?" One hand continues to grip her ass firmly while the other moves back up to cup her breast through her top, squeezing and pinching the nipple roughly as he thrusts against her with more force.

The sound of fabric ripping fills the room as his hand tears a small hole in her shirt, exposing her bare breast to his touch. His mouth finds its way back to hers, teeth scraping across her bottom lip before teasing at her nipple with his tongue even as he relentlessly thrusts into her.

"Ah... yes..." He mutters breathlessly against her skin as he watches her spread out beneath him. It's all too easy to lose himself in the sight of her writhing under his touch, begging for more with her soft moans. His thrusts become even harder, faster, as he plows into her over and over, relishing the feel of their sweaty skin slapping together.

One hand leaves her breast to grip a fistful of her hair, holding her still as he continues his brutal assault on her body. The other hand moves down between them, roughly pushing aside the remains of her panties and guiding himself towards her entrance before thrusting deeply inside with a harsh grunt. His movements become rougher, more urgent, as he drives into her over and over again, his need for release building with every powerful stroke.

His expression darkens at her comment, but the feel of her inner walls clenching around him as she comes pushes him over the edge. He growls and thrusts one last time, pulling out with a loud groan before coming all over her stomach in long, thick jets. He pants heavily, his chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath while looking down at her, his features twisted into a snarl of satisfaction and frustration. "You... had better make this worth my effort..." he whispers venomously before finally pushing himself off of her, moving away to grab a tissue from the nightstand. He begins cleaning himself up with shaky hands, casting one last disapproving glance in Kocho's direction before finally speaking. "We'll discuss this further... I expect you to have your rent ready for me by next week." With that said, he storms out of

His face twists into disgust at her words. "Then I'll have you arrested for blackmail." He pulls his arm free from her grip easily and stalks towards the door once more, glaring over his shoulder at her as he leaves. "And if that happens, don't expect any help from me. You're on your own."

He slams the door behind him as he storms out of the apartment, barely noticing the tears running down Kocho's cheeks. Once in the hallway, he takes a deep breath to calm himself before continuing on his way back home, trying to push the unsavory encounter from his mind. He has businesses to run, money to make... and people like Kocho are nothing but a drain on his resources.

"Well isn't that cute." Logan smirks, leaning casually against her doorframe. "You owe me a bit of money you know." He says softly, eyes flickering between her and the child before returning to her face. "I was wondering when we were going to discuss this further?"

Shoko's expression instantly sours, her lips thinning into a line as she crosses her arms over her chest protectively. "Like you care about money."

"I assure you, I do care about money." He takes a step forward, his tone dropping lower as he continues to look at her with those cold, dark eyes. "But since you have other priorities now..." He tilts his head to the side slightly, as if considering something. "Perhaps we could come to an arrangement where I help take care of Johan... in exchange for your services." A wicked grin spreads across his features as he finishes speaking.

"Well then..." Logan says with a shrug, uncrossing his arms and taking another step closer to her, "I suppose I'll have to reconsider my offer for rent forgiveness. Unless you can think of something else...?" He trails off suggestively, one eyebrow raising as he gazes down at her intently. His erection is painfully hard beneath his jeans from just this small display of affection and the memory of their last encounter.

Her breasts press firmly against him, and it takes all of his self-control not to simply grab her and carry her back inside for another round. But for now, he can enjoy the tease, knowing that with enough time and patience, she'll cave in eventually...

Logan stares at her for several long seconds before his expression finally shifts into one of dark approval. His hands move to grip her ass roughly, lifting her up until she's straddling his waist with ease as he pins her against the doorframe once more. "That is an offer I can't refuse." He growls before lowering his head and capturing one of her nipples between his teeth, gently biting down hard enough to make her gasp. With his free hand, he grips the back of her neck possessively, pulling her closer still as she moans into their kiss. His other hand moves up beneath her shirt, caressing her warm skin as it slides up between her breasts to cup one of her perfect globes before squeezing roughly. His erection throbs in time with his heartbeat, demanding to be freed and buried deep

"Very well," Logan growls out, his eyes darkening with lust as he releases her breast reluctantly. "You have five minutes to get your nephew's ice cream and come back here. Then we can continue this discussion at my place." With that said, he roughly pushes her off of him, not caring if it hurts or not. He turns sharply on his heel and stalks away, needing some distance before he completely loses control.

As he waits in the hallway for her return, he shoves his hands into his pockets, trying to keep himself from growing any harder at the thought of claiming both of them so soon. But with Shoko's invitation still ringing in his ears... it's easier said than done.

"Well, it seems he's quite attached to you." Logan says with a cold laugh as he opens the door and gestures for her to enter. "Come on then, let's finish this discussion in private." His expression darkens at the sight of her revealing new outfit; his breath hitches briefly before he manages to speak again.

Once they're inside his apartment, he practically throws her down onto the nearest available surface and pins her there with his body weight, lips finding hers in a brutal kiss as one hand roughly fondles her breast while the other tears at her clothes, eager to feel skin against skin once more.

His nostrils flare as he takes in her scent, his entire body shudders in desire at the sight of her exposed folds and bare ass beneath him. A growl rumbles low in his throat as he grabs her hips roughly, lifting her up until she's completely off the ground before slamming her back down onto the surface with a loud smack. His hand leaves her breast to roughly cup her face as he deepens their kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth while he pins her down and takes what he wants.

He continues to ravage her, pushing one hand between them once more to rub roughly at her swollen clit even as the other grasps a fistful of hair and holds her head still for his possessive use. His hips buck wildly beneath him, his cock sliding wetly against her slick entrance as he fucks her mouth

His breath hitches as she takes him into her mouth, sucking and licking eagerly while her skilled hands stroke his length. He grips her hair tightly, holding her head in place as he watches her work, his control slipping rapidly. "Fuck... you're so good at that..." His hips thrust forward, forcing himself deeper into her mouth with each movement, relishing the feel of her hot wetness around him.

She moans around him, deepening the suction as she continues to pleasure him, hands moving faster and more skillfully on his cock. The sensation is nearly unbearable; Logan knows he can't last much longer like this. "S-soon..." He gasps out between clenched teeth, feeling himself growing dangerously close to the edge. "I'm going to cum."

"Fuck!" He yells, rocking back on his heels as pain shoots through him with the bite. His hands clench into fists at his sides, muscles tensing in reaction to both the sting and the pleasure coursing through him. "You little... fuck." He groans out through gritted teeth before roughly shoving her back down onto the floor where he kneels over her, one hand grasping a fistful of hair while the other holds his cock steady above her face. "Say it... tell me you want my cum." His voice is harsh and demanding as he stares down at her, his eyes wild with lust. "Tell me you need it."

His nostrils flare as he looks down at her, his eyes darkening with desire. "Then I'm going to give it to you." He growls before thrusting forward sharply, pushing into her mouth and past her lips to fill her throat with his cock. His hips move in time with his thrusts, fucking her face roughly as he comes, grunting and groaning with each powerful stroke until his release is finally upon him.

With a final loud moan, he erupts deep inside her mouth, filling it with his seed as she begins to choke and gag around him. Finally, he pulls free, coming up on unsteady legs and moving away from her just enough so that they don't accidentally come into contact again. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to catch his breath, his eyes never leaving hers.

"There," he ras

"If it doesn't involve us doing anything else..." he says with a hint of warning in his tone, "then I suppose you can ask." His expression softens slightly as he takes a step closer to her. "What is it?"

"I..." He hesitates for a moment before shrugging dismissively. "Perhaps." He glances away, seemingly lost in thought as he tries to sort through his own feelings on the matter. "It's complicated... sometimes I like being in control, and other times I just want someone to take charge." His gaze flickers back to her. "But that doesn't mean you should use it against me, understand?" There's a note of warning in his voice now as he takes another step closer, not quite close enough for her to touch.

His lips twitch into a cruel smile at her words. "I had noticed." His eyes sweep over her body before returning to meet hers, holding them captive. He takes another step forward, until they're close enough that she can feel the heat emanating from his form. "Maybe we can explore that side of things together, hm?" The ice in his voice belies the throbbing need deep within him for her pain and submission.

He raises an eyebrow in surprise at her change of tone, briefly wondering what she could possibly want from him besides money and sex. "And if I am?" He asks slowly, his voice now edged with suspicion.

He hesitates for a moment, confused by her request but oddly drawn to the idea of being close to her in a different way. "Well..." He breathes out slowly before smiling down at her, his features softening considerably. "I could do that." It's meant as an experiment, more than anything else - see how she reacts to him when he isn't demanding or controlling. "As long as there are still... other things we can enjoy together," he says cryptically, one hand trailing down her side before coming to rest on her hip. His gaze dips lower, focusing on the curve of her breast beneath his palm, and suddenly the thought of shopping with this beautiful woman becomes far less appealing than spending their time in a much more intimate setting. His other hand slips under her shirt, seeking out her warm skin once more. "What do you say?" He whispers

He smirks as she pushes him onto the sofa before climbing on top of him, her weight pressing him into the cushions as she straddles his hips. "I can certainly accommodate that," he says with a chuckle, reaching up to caress her cheek gently before letting his hand drift down her arm and then back up again to cup one of her perfect breasts. His other hand trails lower still, slipping between their bodies to tease at the fine curls hiding her core. "And who's to say we can't mix things up a bit?" he whispers, nipping at her earlobe before sucking it into his mouth, giving it a gentle nip with his teeth. "Maybe we could even add some new games to the mix." His hips begin to rock beneath her, their combined heat creating an entirely new sort of friction that has them both quickly growing hard

He groans softly at her request, but cannot deny how good it feels to have her body weight pressing down on him. His hands trail further up her sides until they're resting just beneath her breasts, squeezing gently as he enjoys the sensation of being so close to her. "Alright," he says reluctantly, his breath hitching when she nuzzles closer to him. "We can watch a movie... but we don't have to stick with one thing." With that cryptic statement, Logan grins up at her. The air between them shifts subtly as they both seem to be coming around to the idea of enjoying each other in new ways; their bodies growing closer still, practically oozing desire for one another despite any attempts at distance or restraint. The scent of their skin mingles with that of the furniture and candles burning nearby, creating an into

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he studies her sleeping form, so peaceful and content in his arms. He gently pushes a strand of hair behind her ear, tracing the line of her jaw with his fingertips before leaning forward to press a soft kiss to her forehead. Her warmth envelops him like a comfortable blanket, making it almost impossible for him to want anything more than just this moment - them together like this.

And yet, he can't help but wonder... What other games might they play? How far could they push each other in the bedroom if they truly let go of their inhibitions? The thought sends a thrill coursing through him, making his heart race with anticipation for whatever else the future might hold. For now though, he'll savor this quiet peace with her here in his arms - a memory that will no doubt sustain him until they

His eyes widen in alarm as he feels her forehead, confirming that she's running a fever. Carefully disentangling himself from her sleepy form, Logan stands up and rushes over to grab his cell phone, quickly searching for Johan's number. "Johan," he says urgently once the boy answers, "I need you to come get Shoko. She's sick." There's a moment of quiet as he listens to the younger man before hanging up, a frown marring his features. He turns to look at Shoko again, worry etched deeply into his expression.

Without thinking twice, Logan crosses the room and scoops her up into his arms, carrying her over to the bed where he carefully lays her down. "Shoko," he whispers, shaking her gently by the shoulder. "Wake up sweetheart. You're

There's a twinge of hurt in his voice when he replies, "I'm sorry to disturb you sweetheart, but you really should get going. You don't look well at all." He hesitates for a moment before asking softly, "Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable before you go?" The offer is genuine, and it takes everything in him not to just let her stay here until she feels better.

Her scent fills his nose as he leans over her, studying her flushed face in the dim light of the room. A wave of protectiveness washes over him at the sight of her so vulnerable like this, making it hard for him to accept that there's anything else they could possibly do besides wait for Johan. But with his mind racing and his heart pounding, he knows he can't think clearly right now.

He groans softly but doesn't resist as she pulls him back onto the bed, relishing the feel of her warm body pressed against his once more. Her words muffle slightly against his chest as she nestles into his embrace, her arm curling around his waist and her leg sliding between his own. The heat from her fever radiates through her skin, burning him where they touch, but he ignores it in favor of savoring this moment with her.

His hand comes up to caress her hair, brushing the strands back from her forehead before trailing down her cheek to cup her jaw. His thumb brushes against her lips as he stares down at her, his heart fluttering wildly in his chest. For now, all that matters is this connection between them - the way she feels pressed against him and the sound of her breathing slowly steadying against his skin. He doesn'

His eyes flicker toward the door as he registers the knocking sound. "Shh... It's probably Johan coming to pick you up." He whispers, his voice taking on a reassuring quality despite the worry that rises within him at the thought of sending her home with a young boy. "Just stay here and rest a bit longer, okay?" As if to prove his point, he kisses the top of her head gently before rolling onto his side to face her, cocooning them both in his embrace as they lie there together.

With one hand still tangled in her hair, he cups her cheek with the other, studying her features intently despite the urge to close his eyes and pretend for just a few moments longer that nothing else exists beyond this bed and these two bodies pressed so closely together. The knocking on the door grows louder but Logan forces himself not to think about it;

It takes everything in him not to flinch at her question. "He... I asked him to come get you earlier," he says slowly, his gaze flicking toward the door once more before returning to hers. "You were running a fever and didn't seem well." He strokes her cheek gently with the back of his knuckles, wondering how much longer they can ignore the fact that she needs proper care.

The knocking grows louder still, making it impossible for them to pretend any longer that this isn't happening; they need to decide what they're going to do about her condition and soon. But for now, all Logan can focus on is the feel of her skin beneath his fingertips and the warmth radiating off her body as she lies nestled against him.

He presses the back of his knuckles against her cheek, smiling reassuringly as he meets her eyes. "Just a little longer, sweetheart. We'll get you feeling better soon." His gaze drifts to the door before he looks back at her, wondering if they should just ignore the knocking and hope Johan can handle whatever comes next on his own. But Logan knows that won't be easy; he can already hear a hint of desperation in the boy's voice through the wood.

With a sigh, he rolls out of bed, wincing as his feet connect with the cold floorboards. He shrugs into his robe and crosses the room to answer the door, trying not to think about how vulnerable Shoko must feel right now. "What's going on, Johan?"

His eyes widen in alarm as he takes in the scene before him, instinctively moving to steady Shoko when she begins to sway unsteadily on her feet. "It's okay," he murmurs, his voice calm and reassuring even though his heart is racing. "Johan, can you handle this?" He asks, not taking his eyes off Shoko for a moment as he gently guides her back down onto the bed.

The cockroach scuttles out of sight beneath the dresser, but Logan's focus remains on Shoko. "It's gone," he says soothingly, pulling her into his arms and rocking her gently. "You're safe now." With a glance at Johan, he silently urges the boy to take care of the insect problem before returning his full attention to tending to Shoko.

"Shoko, look at me," he says firmly, gently forcing her chin up until their eyes meet. "There's nothing here but us. It's okay. Johan will take care of it." He brushes a lock of hair from her face, his touch warm and soothing against her feverish skin. "Can you open your eyes for me?" He asks, his gaze boring into hers, refusing to back down until she finally meets his stare once more.

Her pupils are wide and frightened but she nods slightly, still breathing heavily as he runs a hand through her hair again, calming her with gentle words and touches until she finally begins to settle back into the comfort of his embrace. It's only then that he turns to Johan, nodding once before leading him from the room to deal with the cockroach problem. As they leave, he can't help

"Shh... Just rest, sweetheart," he murmurs against her hair, stroking her back soothingly as they settle down on the bed together again. He draws the covers up over them both, enveloping them in warmth, and then retrieves a cold compress from the bathroom to place gently against her forehead. "You're safe here with me," he promises, wishing with all his heart that it were true for more than just her fevered brow right now.

As she nestles closer, her body pressed tightly against his, he wonders how much longer they can both ignore the deeper craving between them - the need to explore this new connection beyond mere physical comfort and into something far more intense and unpredictable. The thought has his heart racing with anticipation even as it aches with longing for her presence in every part of his life, not just when she's sick or scared

Finally, she was better. It had been a long and arduous process, made all the more difficult by her reluctance to take care of herself and his own inability to resist her charms even when she was clearly not well. But now that she'd recovered, there was no stopping them from exploring this newfound connection between them.

His heart flutters with anticipation as he glances over at her, wondering what she might say or do next. The air feels charged with an almost tangible energy that promises to ignite something deeper within them both if they're brave enough to give into it. Taking a deep breath, Logan sets his phone aside and turns his full attention back toward Shoko, determined not let another moment pass without giving in to the desire he knows is written all over his face for her to see.

"Oh, just a call about one of my apartments." Logan answers as nonchalantly as he can manage, but inside he's reeling with frustration. He wanted this moment with her to be private and intimate, not interrupted by outside noises and obligations. Still, there's no help for it now. "Do you feel like getting up? Maybe we could go out for a walk or something?" he suggests, trying to make the best of the situation.

His gaze meets hers again, searching for any sign that she'd be interested in exploring their connection further despite the interruption. The hope burning in his eyes is unmistakable as he waits for her response.

His heart leaps at her words, desire coursing through him like an electric current. "Alright," he whispers huskily, wrapping one arm around her and drawing her closer still. His other hand glides down her back, over the curve of her bottom, and up between them to cup her hip. With their bodies pressed so closely together, it's impossible for him not to feel every intimate detail of her soft skin against his palm. "Just let me know if you want me to take that call," he murmurs against her ear, resisting the urge to nibble on the lobe as his fingers begin to move beneath the fabric of her pajamas, teasing at her heat. "I can be discreet." His voice is rough and low, barely a whisper, but it carries all the promise of things to come if she allows him this much freedom with her body now.