Nadine’s POV
I’m still reeling from Logan’s sudden appearance and departure. My heart was racing, and my body trembling with desire. How does he do this to me? I feel like I’m trapped in a web of longing, unable to escape.
The way he touched me, his fingers tracing my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His eyes, burning with intensity, seeing right through me. And that whispered question, ‘What do you want?’… It’s as if he knows I’m powerless against him.
I try to shake off the feeling, telling myself I’m on a date with Chris, but Logan’s presence has awakened something deep within me. I can’t deny the connection between us.
Chris… poor Chris. He has no idea what’s going on. I feel guilty, about using him as a distraction from Logan. But Logan’s games are exhausting. Why can’t he leave me alone?
As I return to the table, Chris notices my flushed cheeks and asks if I’m okay. I force a smile, trying to brush it off, but he sees right through me.
‘Everything alright?’ he asks, concern etched on his face.
‘Yeah, just… just need some water,’ I stammer, trying to compose myself.
Chris nods and signals the waiter. I take a sip, trying to calm my racing thoughts.
Logan’s parting words echo in my mind: ‘I know you want me, but you know where to find me.’ Is he taunting me? Or is it an invitation?
I glance around the restaurant, half-expecting to see Logan watching me, but he’s gone.
For now.
But I know this isn’t over.
I can’t quite explain the conflict Logan stirs within me. He makes me want him and push him away at the same time.
I don’t understand him. I know I told him to let us explore other people, but I never expected him to show up here.
All I want is to flush Logan out of my system. He’s stayed away for so long; why did he suddenly appear today, right when I finally have a date that doesn’t bore me with his endless achievements?
The sexual tension Logan has put me through makes me look at Chris’s lips instead of his face.
I march up to him and crash my lips against his. He’s taken aback, pausing for a moment before finally responding.
I expect to feel the sparks, the tingling, the excitement that flows whenever Logan kisses me. But instead, I feel nothing.
I kiss him again, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss in hopes of igniting that spark. But it’s futile.
“Get a room!” someone shouts from behind, jolting me out of my daze.
As I pull away from Chris, he slowly blinks, a smirk playing on his lips. “That was one hell of a kiss, Nadine.”
“Shh, don’t say anything,” I whisper, pressing a finger against his lips.
I take his hand, and we weave our way through the crowd, and he follows without hesitation.
I want to lose myself in this stranger, to drown out Logan’s thoughts. I’m not sure if it’s the right thing to do, but I need Logan to leave my head for good.
Once we step outside, I push him against a car, crashing my lips onto his again. This time, his hands roamed over me, smoothing across my back and down my arms, igniting a fire I thought had gone cold.
The night air is electric, and I let myself get lost in the moment, letting go of everything but the warmth of his body against mine.
As I press my body against him, the kiss deepens, and I feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through me.
Chris’s hands explore, his fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. For a moment, I forget about Logan entirely-just the two of us and this heat igniting between us.
But as Chris’s lips move against mine, a shadow crosses the corner of my mind, and I find myself wishing for something more-something familiar.
I pull back, gasping for air, my heart racing. Chris looks at me, confusion mingling with desire in his eyes. “Are you okay?”
I nod, though I can feel the uncertainty brewing beneath the surface. “Yeah, I just… need a moment.”
I step back, trying to gather my thoughts. I’ve thrown myself into this reckless decision, trying to erase the memory of Logan, but his thoughts still linger, tainting every moment.
Chris studies me, his expression shifting from excitement to concern. “Nadine, if this isn’t what you want…”
“It is,” I insist, though my voice lacks conviction. I don’t want to hurt him, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’m running away from something rather than toward it.
Before I can second-guess myself, I lean in again, capturing his lips with mine. This time, I try to push aside the feelings of Logan’s touch, focusing solely on Chris.
I kiss him harder, guiding his hand to explore every part of me as I grind against his already-hardened cock.
The words slip out before I can stop myself. “Make love to me,” I whisper.
He looks stunned for a moment, and I fear he might protest, but then he replies, “As your lordship pleases,” with a teasing glint in his eye as he slowly guides me.
The restaurant is attached to a hotel, so we walk hand in hand to the reception. He books a room, and the moment we’re out of sight from the receptionist, I crash my lips against his again, desperation fueling my need for a change.
He opens the door for me, kissing me hard before stepping inside. My hands roam over him, refusing to stay still.
Once inside the room, he pushes me onto the bed, hovering over me as he kisses me deeply and starts to grind against me.
I want to give in completely, but suddenly a wave of disgust washes over me. He must sense the shift in my mood because he pulls back slightly, searching my eyes for any hint of discomfort.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his brow furrowing in concern.
I hesitate.
He moves away from me, his gaze still fixed on my face. I slowly sit on the bed, tears welling in my eyes as they spill over.
“I’m so sorry,” I sob, my voice breaking. “I led you on. I don’t want any of this. I’m sorry! I can’t do this!” I cry like a baby, overwhelmed by emotions
He moves closer, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry too,” he says, with a gentle voice as I look at him, stunned by his understanding.
“I know you’re still in love with your ex,” he continues, nodding as if discussing the weather.
“Go back to him and fix whatever issues you have. Be happy again. I can see the way you two look at each other; the tension is palpable.”
“Is it that obvious?” I say, more statement than a question, my heart sinking.
“Yes, Nadine. I know he was with you in the restroom.”
I’m shocked, with the revelation leaving me momentarily speechless as I process his words.
He’s not subtle about the bulge in his trousers, and I know he wants me to notice it. But honestly, it’s fine.
Right now, I’m grappling with confusion. What was I thinking about coming to a hotel room with a stranger I just met on a date? What if he isn’t mature about it and tries to force me into something I don’t want?
What if he’s a serial killer or something? I start to feel anxiety prickles at my skin, and despite the air conditioning in the room, I start sweating profusely.
I take a deep breath, slowly standing up to hug him. “Thank you, Chris. You’re a good man, and I pray you find your soulmate.”
He chuckles, rubbing my back gently. “Thanks, Nadine.”
“No, thank you,” I reply, looking up to meet his eyes, trying to convey my sincerity.
I turn to leave, opening the door to make my way out of the hotel. I know I’m on a mission to do just one thing right.
Once outside, I flag down a taxi and give the driver my address.
My emotions feel numb as I sit in the back seat like a zombie. The night is chilly, and my mind races over everything that has happened today. One thing is clear: Logan is the person I should be with.
Then his words echo in my mind: “If you want me, you know where to find me.”
“Please turn around,” I say to the driver.
He stops suddenly, causing my head to thud against the seat. “What the hell?” I mutter under my breath.
He turns around and gives me a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”
I quickly give him instructions on where to take me.
“Okay, miss,” he replies, turning back to the road.
When I arrive at my destination, I suddenly feel impatience. I ring the bell, tapping my foot anxiously. Just as I’m about to ring it again, the door flies open.