Logan’s POV
I regret giving Nadine the contract termination because right now I’m in a terrible place.
I avoid going back to the house, not wanting to see her face, which haunts me with every step I take.
Asher has been kind enough to let me stay at his place, but after a week, it’s getting old.
“You have to get your act together and go home,” Asher says, with frustration in his voice. “You can’t just think about yourself. You have Nadine and your son, Shawn, to consider.”
“Don’t you think I know that?” I snap. “I can’t bear the thought of seeing her face, knowing I hurt her.”
“But you want her back, right? You want to make things right after that contract you both signed?”
“Yes, Asher.”
“Then grow up and go win her back. How do you expect to do that while you’re holed up here at my place?”
I take a deep breath, the weight of his words sinking in. “I just don’t know how to face her,” I admit.
Asher leans back, crossing his arms. “You have to start somewhere. You can’t keep running away. You need to show her you care.”
“I messed up, Asher. What if she doesn’t want to hear me out?”
“Then you try anyway. You owe it to her and Shawn. Think about how you’d feel if someone did this to you,” he says, with a firm tone.
I run a hand through my hair, feeling the pressure build. “You’re right. I can’t keep avoiding this. But what if she’s moved on?”
“Then you’ll have to deal with it, but you won’t know until you try. Just go talk to her,” Asher urges.
I know I look like crap, and if I want to win her back, I need to grow up and be the man she deserves.
To make matters worse, my phone rings later in the week. It’s my dad.
“Hello, Logan. You haven’t called to check on your old man.”
“I’m sorry, Father,” I say, rubbing my hand across my face. My dad only calls when something is wrong.
“Why haven’t you brought my grandson to see me? He needs to know his family and connect with the West legacy.”
“I know, Dad,” I reply, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I realize this is long overdue.”
I wish he had called sooner, back when I still had Nadine and Shawn within reach.
“I don’t understand why you’re dragging your feet on this. Family is important, Logan. You should prioritize it.”
“I get that, Dad,” I reply, with frustration.
I had called Rosa to check on them, only to learn that Nadine and Shawn had left the house.
“Why aren’t you with them?” I ask.
I can hear her shivering through the phone, even though I can’t see her.
“I… I didn’t think Nadine wanted me to come with them,” she stammers.
“And what the hell are you doing in my house? Your job is to look after my son! If you know what’s good for you, you’ll call her right now and get your job back,” I say, anger seeping through my words.
Can you believe it? She’s hired to care for my son, and while he and Nadine move out, she’s still in my house, doing God knows what.
I know I need to work hard to win Nadine back and to do that, I have to plan something romantic.
I realize it’s been a while since I’ve done anything romantic. I keep tabs on Nadine and find out she’s back at her old apartment.
I’ve instructed my new security team to keep watch over her place and her flower shop.
As I browse online, I learn that women love flowers, so I make a mental note to get her some.
When I look around her flower shop, I see how well she’s done. I know she’s inside because my team hasn’t reported her leaving.
A woman tries to flirt with me, but my heart is fixed on Nadine.
I visit my son before Nadine comes back, but I’m surprised to see her walking toward her apartment just minutes before I leave.
What could be wrong? I think, feeling a knot form in my stomach.
I hesitate for a moment, then pick up my phone and dial her number, unsure if she’ll even pick up. To my surprise, she answers.
Hearing her voice sends a rush of memories flooding through my mind, and I close my eyes, bracing myself for the conversation. But deep down, I have no idea what to expect.
After a brief silence, she finally says, “Yes, Logan? What can I do for you?” Her tone is sharp, making me wince.
“Did you get my flowers?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Is that why you’re calling?” she replies, her tone even harsher.
“N… no,” I stutter, frustrated with myself for hesitating. “I’m just checking in on you and our son.”
“We’re fine, thank you. Will that be all?” she asks, the coldness in her voice stings.
I close my eyes, about to call her name, when I suddenly hear the beeping of the phone. She hung up on me.
I groan loudly, frustration boiling inside me. How am I supposed to move forward and invite her over now? I need to be more proactive.
Trying to gather my thoughts. I can’t just sit around waiting for her to come to me. I need a plan.
Glancing at my phone, I consider sending her a message-something heartfelt but not overwhelming. Just a simple invitation, maybe to grab a coffee or something casual.
Taking a deep breath, I sit down and start typing. “Nadine, I know things are complicated right now, but I’d like to talk. How about coffee this weekend? No pressure, just a chance to catch up.”
I’m about to hit send, but I hesitate and erase the message, groaning harder this time.
As I wait in my car, I think about how I can show her I’m serious about changing. I need to make some plans-maybe surprise her with something special, something that reminds her of the good times we had.
I told Rosa and Shawn I’d be back at the house later in the evening, and I realized I should seize that opportunity to talk to Nadine.
I drive back home, head to my room, and take a soothing bath with thoughts of Nadine on my mind. The way she confidently used my bathroom that day still sends a thrill through me. It was fucking sexy
That night was one of the best experiences of my life. I haven’t been with any woman since she left for Canada, and the memory of how tight she was makes me smile. Despite her claims about having back-to-back sex with Ethan, I know that’s all a lie.
“Don’t get your hopes up,” a voice in my head warns. I try to silence it, but my body has other ideas; I can feel an uncomfortable tension building. My cock is hard with the thought of having sex with Nadine.
I need to relieve myself, but the thought of Nadine only intensifies the situation. She’s going to be the death of me, I think.
Soon, I’m out of the bathroom and dressed, my mind racing. I need to hurry to her apartment. “What the hell is wrong with me?” I mutter to myself, pushing aside any doubt as I rush to get ready.
I grab my keys and head out the door, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and anxiety. I drive through traffic, the city whizzing by, and after a long, exhausting two-hour drive, I finally pull into her parking lot.
I take a moment to breathe, reminding myself to stay calm and focused.
I rush out of my car and make my way to her front porch, the anticipation building with each step. As I approach her door, my hand hovers over the bell. What if she doesn’t want to see me?
With a deep breath, I steady myself. My pulse quickens as I hear footsteps approaching. Just as I’m about to knock, the door swings open, and my eyes widen at the sight in front of me.