I can’t begin to describe how I’m feeling right now, with the way Logan barged into the club and caused a scene. What does he care about?
All he ever does is make me feel less than human. I hate his guts right now. He’s such a hypocrite.
He has Samantha, so why on earth is he still pining for me when he knows that I mean nothing to him?
I know Josh doesn’t have any ill intentions. He said so from the start, understanding that I needed to escape the overwhelming feelings I was dealing with, especially since he was also married.
But wait-how did Logan find me? Something isn’t right. Then again, he is Logan West. What do you expect? The voice in my head says.
Logan always seems to know where I am, like he has some kind of sixth sense when it comes to me. It’s unsettling, and I can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to this than just a simple coincidence.
I run upstairs to my room, knowing he’ll follow, but I’m not prepared for how quickly he does. Suddenly, I hear a loud bang on my door.
The sound jolts me, and my heart pounds in my chest. I brace myself, knowing it’s Logan on the other side.
I’m exhausted, already peeling off the dress I wore, just wanting to sleep and forget about how today went. But the relentless banging on the door won’t let me be.
I try to ignore it, but it’s nearly impossible. But I guess Logan is determined to make that futile.
“Nadine, open up, please,” he calls out, continuing to bang on the door.
“Go away,” I manage to say in a small voice, doubting he would hear me.
To my surprise, he responds, “Please, I can’t go away. I need us to talk.”
“Talk? Talk about what? There’s nothing to discuss. You’ve made your bed, so you have to lie in it. We have nothing to talk about. Please, just go away.”
I sigh, feeling the frustration building inside me. Part of me wants to keep the door shut, to protect myself from whatever he has to say.
But another part of me, the part that still cares despite everything, knows I need to hear him out.
“You know this is my goddamn house,” he says, his voice laced with arrogance. “I could just get the spare key to your room and walk in, but I chose to come in peace.”
I rolled my eyes at his arrogance, muttering to myself, “Such an arrogant jerk.”
Reluctantly, I put on a kimono over my nightie and make my way to the door, unlocking it.
As soon as I unlock the door, Logan pushes it open, stepping inside without hesitation. His presence fills the room, and I instinctively take a step back, trying to maintain some distance between us.
He steps closer and tackles me with a fierce kiss. His lips capture mine, drawing me in, while his hands move around my body, pulling me closer to him.
I don’t have the will to protest because, truthfully, I’ve craved his lips for so long.
He pulls my body closer, lifting me so my legs wrap around him, but then my instincts kick in.
I shouldn’t be responding to this kiss. He’s hurt me so damn much that I can’t just let him waltz back into my life as if all is well, especially knowing that he still has Samantha to deal with.
Summoning all my strength, I push him away.
He looks taken aback, and I see the wounded lust in his eyes. It’s as if, had I encouraged him further, he would have taken full advantage. I try not to dwell on that thought right now.
Logan stumbles back from the force of my push. I didn’t realize I had that strength in me, but I suppose it’s because he was in a vulnerable state that I managed to push such a big man away.
I’m not ready to let him go without giving him a taste of his own medicine. I raise my hand and smack him across the face.
Logan’s face reddens from the impact of the slap, and he winces, more from shock than pain.
He holds his face, staring down at me with his cheek still in his hand.
I touch my lips and can still feel the lingering trace of his kiss. I know he thoroughly kissed me, but I don’t want to dwell on it.
I look up at him, my face seething with anger. “What the hell is wrong with you? I don’t understand why you keep playing with my emotions.”
He looks as if he’s lost, but I’m not ready to take pity on him. He has pushed me to the point where I know I won’t have anything to do with him ever again.
“Don’t you dare, in your entire life, shove your goddamn lips on mine again,” I say, my voice trembling with anger.
“What do you take me for? Get out right now!” I point firmly at the door.
He doesn’t make a move but stares at me with a look of lust as if he’s ready to undress me and get intimate.
I glance in the direction of his gaze and realize that he’s looking at my slightly exposed nightie.
I started to wonder if I should blame myself for his behavior, thinking that perhaps my outfit tempted him into kissing me like that.
I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. It’s not my fault that he reacted this way.
I remind myself that his actions are his responsibility, regardless of what I’m wearing.
I think about the many times I’ve walked in on him kissing Samantha, how I’ve been invisible to him, without him sparing me a glance-the same tongue he shoved down my mouth.
“Get the fuck out of my room,” I say, pointing to the door with one hand while using the other to pull my kimono together to cover my exposed body.
He raises his hand as if trying to hold my face, but I step back. I’m not ready to give him an audience.
Logan lowers his hand and lets out a heavy sigh, clearly frustrated.
“Out,” I say firmly.
The last time he looks at me, he shakes his head and walks out the door.
I slam the door so hard that I can feel the vibrations shaking beneath it.
I lean against the door, my breathing heavy and uneven, and try to calm my racing heart.
I feel my chest tighten, making it difficult to breathe. I exhale loudly, struggling as it becomes increasingly hard to catch my breath.
I cover my mouth, trying to hold back the sounds, but a loud groan escapes, and tears start streaming down my face. Logan has hurt me more deeply than I can express.