Logan’s POV
Nadine’s dirty talk sets my blood ablaze, making my dick twitch in my trousers. When she reveals she’s wearing nothing under her robe,
I’m consumed by a primal urge to push her against the wall and take her right there.
With her legs wrapped around me, her moans echoing in my ear as I kiss that sly smile off her face. Nadine drives me wild, and I’m helpless against her charms.
All I wanted was to talk But my desire was interrupted when I saw that dickhead emerging from her house, awkwardly adjusting his erection. They’ve just fucked.
Without thinking, I marched down to her house, my heart racing with possessiveness.
As I approach, Nadine’s eyes widen, and she takes a sharp intake of breath. She can mask her emotions, leaving me wondering if I still have any hold on her emotions.
But then she drops the bombshell – she’s just had hot, steaming sex with that dickhead.
The ache in my chest is palpable, there is no doubt that I may have lost her forever.
I’ve been searching for Nadine, but she’s proven to be a ghost, always one step ahead.
I’ve hired the help of experienced private investigators, but even their tireless efforts have yielded nothing.
It’s as if she’s vanished into thin air. I’m baffled by her ability to cover her tracks so expertly until I receive a tip that – Nadine is living in Canada with the Blakes.
The pieces fall into place, and I realize why I’ve been unable to track her.
Sydney, their daughter, is a tech wizard with a talent for covering digital footprints.
I’m convinced she’s helped Nadine stay under the radar. And I know I need to regroup and come up with a new plan if I hope to finally catch up with Nadine.
I want to be by Nadine’s side as she brings our son into the world, to hold her close and whisper words of comfort, to wipe away her tears as she pushes through the pain.
I rush to her side as soon as I discover her location, but I’m too late as I am ordered to get out of the delivery room.
But that’s not the only obstacle in my way. Sydney, protective of Nadine, obtains a third-party restraining order, blocking me from coming near again.
But imagine my joy when I got wind that Nadine was in New York. I seize the opportunity, seeing it as my chance to finally claim what’s rightfully mine.
As I stand here, I realize I’ve lost my chance with Nadine. I’ve just learned she’s moved on to someone new, Ethan.
With a heavy heart, I turn and walk away from her front porch, acknowledging defeat.
I think I should have tried harder to reach her, to make her mine. But I didn’t have the strength. Now, I must find the strength to leave.
The walk to the car feels like an eternity, but I force myself to move forward. I open the door, slide in, and settle into the seat, trying to process the emotions swirling inside me.
Asher can tell from my expression that things didn’t go well. He gives me a sympathetic look, but I despise that pitying gaze.
“Don’t give me that look,” I grind out, my teeth clenched in frustration.
Asher raises his hands in a calming gesture.
“Sorry, man, but it’s written all over you that you need all the support you can get.”
He pauses. “Don’t worry, you’ll still have time to make things right. Nadine will still be hurt by what you did, but I know her – she’ll come around.”
Asher’s words are meant to comfort me, but I’m not sure I believe them. I feel like I’ve blown my chance with Nadine.
I shake my head, trying to clear my doubts. “I don’t know, man. I messed up this time. I was too late, and now she’s moved on.”
Asher places a hand on my shoulder. “You can’t give up now. You have to fight for her, show her you’re willing to make things right.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, with uncertainty creeping into my voice.
He’s convinced me that Nadine still feels something for me, but the hatred in her eyes today tells a different story.
Asher looks at me. “Come on, man! You haven’t seen her in how many years?” He raises an eyebrow, waiting for my response.
“Three years,” I reply, holding up three fingers to emphasize the point.
Asher shakes his head. “And you expect her to open her arms and welcome you back with open arms after what you put her through? Come on, Logan! If you were in her shoes, you’d have done the same – carried her out of your life and slammed the door shut.” His words hit me like a punch to the gut, forcing me to think of my past mistakes.
For the first time, I smile, looking up at Asher. His words are like a wake-up call – I know I would have done way worse.
“Alright, man, the ride is going to be a long one,” Asher says, patting my back.
“But you must prove your loyalty and show that you’re a changed man, ready to fight for her love.”
I slowly nod my head, taking in his words.
I’m not in the mood to drive, and Asher notices. He’s been staying at my place, unable to bear the memories of his daughter that haunt his own home.
My heart goes out to him – I can only imagine the pain he’s going through.
“Let’s head back to my place,” I suggest, and Asher agrees. We ride in silence, both lost in our thoughts.
Asher starts the car, and we head to my house. All I can think about is numbing the pain in my heart with something strong.
My mind wanders to my son, and I wonder how he’ll accept me after all this time.
Three years have been stolen from me – his first steps, first words, first everything. I thought coming back to New York would bridge the gap, but now I realize I was wrong.
I’m haunted by the memories of what could have been. I think about the milestones I’ve missed, the laughter I’ve never heard, and the memories I’ll never make.
As we turn into my compound, Asher swerves the car to the side, and I notice another car parked in the driveway.
The vehicle doesn’t look familiar, and I furrow my brows, wondering who it could belong to. My mind is blank, and I can’t shake off the feeling of unease.
We both step out of the car and approach the house, but what we’re met with is completely unexpected.