Page 50 of Her Devious Daddies

AUGUST

After I assisted Logan with Karsyn, making sure they had water and snacks, I’d given him a lame excuse about something needing my attention and hightailed it out of the club. That was hours ago, and my brain spiraled further with each passing minute as I sat home alone on my couch, running the worst possible scenarios in my head, binging on salty snacks and cheap beer.

Neither Karsyn nor Logan had needed me during our scene at the club. Medical play was a kink I enjoyed more than any other kink, but it had all gone downhill fast. Karsyn thought she wrecked our scene but my lack of confidence in front of Logan had been the culprit. At least that’s what I’d been telling myself as I played it back in my head for the past few hours.

Instead of explaining any of my thoughts or feelings, I sent Karsyn a lame text message. The one I shot off to Logan was worse. I broke up with them both in the span of a few minutes and a couple keystrokes. We were no longer in any sort of relationship. Of course, they both answered me, but I ignored them. I didn’t need to explain my reasoning. Plus, I wasn’t leaving Karsyn without a dynamic, she had Logan. I firmly believed in gently easing someone out of an intense BDSM connection even after a breakup. It was something I stuck to, but she still had him. He was a better Dominant than I ever could hope to be. Glancing casually at my phone, I saw several missed calls and a barrage of texts. A huge lump formed in my throat, but I told myself it was better to end everything early before anything became more serious.

That was a lie. An artfully fed lie that I believed just like all the other ones. I was deeply invested in both of them. My connection with Karsyn hit differently on multiple levels. She had been burned by her ex-boyfriend because of his manipulation surrounding BDSM in general. I refused to be the one who scared her away from her desires because of my own issues. And Logan would find someone else. Someone worthy of being his boy. A submissive who would follow his rules and not act out. Thinking of him caused tears in my eyes. I didn’t cry a whole lot in general, my tough exterior served me in the medical field, but my heart ached. I tried to get Logan’s face out of my thoughts but failed. He wouldn’t accept silence as the answer to the questions likely sitting on my phone screen unread. But. I couldn’t solve it tonight. Curling under the blankets, I made the decision to sleep on my couch. I deserved to be uncomfortable. And I’d be exhausted tomorrow. That’s what I should get for ending the two best relationships of my life without the courtesy of telling them to their faces how I was feeling. No, because then I had to acknowledge my failures, and I wasn’t strong enough to do that tonight.

CHAPTER 14

KARSYN

I paced in front of Logan’s office at the club, impatiently waiting for him to be finished with his call. He had no idea that I was fired up. I should have texted him. Called him. But I couldn’t calm down. August broke up with me via text message last night, and when I called in to take a mental health day, my boss denied the paid time off. I had holidays and sick time for things requiring a doctor visit but nothing else. I’d been so hell-bent on achieving success and getting to the next tier in my career, that apparently in the past year or so I’d never attempted to take any last-minute time off. Since I was in no sort of mood to work today, I quit my job. I’d been wanting to do that anyway, but the timeline shifted based on my circumstances.

Anyhow, when they refused to approve it, I’d showed up to their main office in Cheyenne. It wasn’t funny at the time, but thinking about what I’d done brought a small smile to my face. I’d strutted right in and dumped my briefcase full of samples onto the CEO’s head, flipped him off and slammed my resignation on his desk. Not my brightest move.

To make matters worse, I had a company vehicle, so unfortunately, I had to take a bus from the office. I wondered if I’d regret it tomorrow. I knew I’d acted rashly as I tended to do when I was hurting. Angry. A myriad of other emotions raged through me.

Of course, I’d been unhappy in my job for a while, but I thought I’d secure a new job before quitting this one. August had encouraged me to look for another job or a new career path. His task showed me that there were a million choices. Any career I wanted.

August. That was what this was about. Had I messed up his relationship with Logan too? Finally, the door opened, and Logan stepped into the hallway. He studied my posture and bid me to enter. I stormed in, not bothering to care about my attitude.

“What’s wrong, babygirl? Why aren’t you at work?”

“Do you both hate me?”

“Woah. Let’s take a second to calm down.” Logan shut his door and sat on the couch. He patted the cushion next to him.

I disregarded the action, choosing instead to set my hands on my hips and stay standing. “I fucked this all up! This is my fault, Logan. I don’t know how to fix it!”

“Okay, what we’re not going to do is argue or make assumptions. Come sit next to me.”

“No!”

“I told you to do something.”

I swallowed hard, staring at him, then resolved to follow his order. It wouldn’t help the situation if I poured lighter fluid on an already active fire. Flopping next to him, I crossed my arms over my chest.

“I don’t hate you, Karsyn. What’s gotten you so upset?”

“August dumped me via text!”

“Shit.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You didn’t know? I mean, this wasn’t planned? Are we still together?”

“Hang on. Take a breath.” He grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

“I assumed you knew of the events that transpired last night. I was too hurt to reach out to you, but I should have. I wasn’t sure if it meant all three of us were broken up or some combination or, well, I don’t know what I thought.”

Logan tugged me across his muscled thighs faster than I expected. He cracked his palm against both of my upper thighs. I kicked out my feet, yelling at the indignity of it. His hands weren’t light on a good day, and I had inevitably bulldozed him with information before giving him a chance to explain.

“Do you know what hang on means, darling?”

“Yes, Sir. I apologize for disregarding what you said.”

“I can’t speak for August so I’m not going to attempt to try, however I do not appreciate your attitude. You marched in here, fire blazing in your eyes, and refused to listen. Do not do it again.”

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