Obsession Chapter 4 Part 1
CHAPTER 4 · PART ONE
Obsession
Logan
“Lily Waterfield is the perfect girl for you.”
Weston shoved his phone across the table, and the screen lit up with her social media profile.
I stared at it briefly, disinterest weighing heavily in my chest. Still, I picked it up and scrolled. I couldn’t say no—not when it would help my governorship campaign.
“You see how everyone likes her,” Weston said, a wild grin splitting his face.
I played one of her GRWM TikTok videos. Fifty million views. Tens of thousands of comments. Endless praise.
She was the textbook American sweetheart—blue eyes, golden hair, slim but curvy, pretty as hell.
“See how cute and feminine her voice is,” Weston continued. “And the shape is shaping. Especially the ass.”
“That’s borderline creepy,” I muttered. “Especially if she’s supposed to be my wife.”
“You’re tripping. You’re way more of a creep than me—that’s why women like you more.”
“My son is not a creep,” my mother cut in, pushing the half-open door wider as she walked in with a tray of juice and grapes. “Women like him because he’s hotter.”
Weston scoffed. “Even my own mother likes Logan more than me.”
“You’re just proving her point,” I said calmly.
“I give up,” Weston raised his hands.
“As you should,” my mother said, setting the tray down. “And I like Lily Waterfield, too.”
Right. Morgan Lewis was still very much involved in my life—uninvited opinions and all.
“She seems like a nice girl,” Mom continued. “And her father can connect you with the right people.”
Her father—the Secretary of State. The key to winning over old, stubborn men who needed convincing.
My reputation wasn’t spotless. Too many women. Too many rumors. People wondered if I could govern a state when I couldn’t commit to one woman.
Marrying Lily Waterfield would fix that.
“What if she doesn’t agree?” I asked.
Weston leaned forward. “That’s when you prove you’re fit to be governor. If things don’t go your way, you make them.”
“He’s right,” Mom said softly.
I nodded. Weston was usually right—except about love.
“Set up a meeting,” I said. “I’ll talk to her.”
“Already done,” Weston smirked. “Now you just have to convince her to marry you.”
That wasn’t the hard part.
The marriage would be loveless. Strategic. A transaction.
I’d be honest with her. No love. No fairy tale. Just power.
“I’ll convince her,” I said, leaning back.
“That’s my man,” Weston slapped my shoulder.
Mom watched me closely. “I hope everything goes well.”
It had to.
Nothing—no scandal, no woman, no obstacle—would stop me from becoming the next governor of Kansas City.