Page 54 of Her Three Tech Bros

“Okay,” Logan mumbles.

“Good. I hope we can find a way to make this all work.”

I start to walk away from the two of them. As worried as I am that they might start fighting, part of me just doesn’t want to be around them right now. I can’t stand the sight of either of them.

My front door opens and closes, and when I turn around, the two of them are gone. I let out a breath, feeling exhausted.

My mind is already racing. I have no fucking clue what I want to do. The whole agreement is so complicated. I’m certain Jade is worth the trouble, but am I up to the challenge? Can I even handle it?

24

ETHAN

“No answer again,” I mutter as I throw my phone to my bed.

I don't know if Logan’s avoiding everyone or just me. This is the fifth time I’ve called him today. It’s not even just about the situation with Jade. We still have a business to run. He’s going to have to talk to me sooner or later.

With that in mind, I send him a text. This is the last time I’ll reach out to him for today. If he doesn’t respond to the message, I’ll leave him alone. Although, if he decides to prolong this silent treatment for more than a week, I’ll have to find him myself.

Call me when you can.

I sigh deeply as I lay back on my bed. That night’s events repeat in my head over and over again, wondering at what moment Logan decided he didn’t want to be part of it. He was an active participant when having sex with Jade, so what the hell changed?

Maybe I was too engrossed in my own needs that I didn’t or couldn’t notice. No, I should’ve known since the beginning, when I suggested this wild idea. Now for the first time in my life, I don’t know how to fix something.

I incessantly check my phone again, expecting something from Jade. But just like Logan, it’s radio silence. I have to stop myself from reaching out to her, too. She made it clear that she wanted space to think, for all of us to think.

“Fucking hell, Logan, why did you have to snap like that? Now everything’s ruined.”

I get up from the bed and pace around the room. I don’t know what to do with myself. Should I have an intense workout session? Something just to keep my thoughts off the whole situation?

Although, I feel more inclined to stay locked in my place all day. Maybe even drink my whole liquor cabinet until I feel better, or at least feel something other than anger and disappointment.

I hate this. I want nighttime to come so I can go to sleep and not wake up until the afternoon the next day. Maybe by then, I’ll hear from Jade or those two other assholes.

Speaking of, I haven’t tried calling Ryan yet. He looked just as pissed as Logan when it all went to shit.

I take out my phone, fighting the urge to check my messages, and find his contact. I don’t expect him to answer me, either, but I have to at least try.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Hey. Where are you?”

There’s background noise on the other end. “Just got to a bar on the other side of town. You?”

“Home. Have you heard from Logan at all?”

“Nope. He’s not answering me. Honestly, I gave up on the third try.”

“He’s ignoring me, too. I sent him a text, but I don’t think he’ll answer any time soon.”

“Ah.”

A brief silence hangs in the air. The small talk’s out of the way, and now we’re both waiting on who’ll acknowledge the elephant in the room.

“How have you been since then?” I ask.

He sighs deeply. I can hear him put down his glass.

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