Page 69 of Bloom: Part 2

The door closed with a quiet click. I didn’t need to follow him immediately. Not with the tracker I had on his phone. He wanted to protect me. I wanted to do the same to him. He had his ways, and I had mine.

I felt way better after our round in the kitchen. Logan was still in love with me. He wanted me. Something else was going on.

When his car drove off, I hastily dressed—black cargo pants, a dark fitted shirt, my worn combat boots, and a jacket. I stuffed the mask into my pocket, then got the spare keys to my bike. Logan thought he had the only copy locked away in his safe, so I couldn’t ride without his permission. I’d only obeyed not to worry him, but I needed to know what his conversation had been about, who he was meeting.

I took a deep breath as I straddled my bike. The familiar leather and cold steel between my thighs was comforting, grounding after the whirlwind of emotions I’d been through. I put on my helmet and turned on the engine, its low growl and vibration filling the night. I checked the app on my phone that showed the direction Logan was driving, then followed suit.

I rode through the city, navigating the dark, almost deserted street. The wind whistled through the slits in my helmet, and my fingers were numb from the cold. In my haste, I’d forgotten my gloves.

The tracker showed Logan’s last location on the city’s outskirts. At a hotel. What was he doing there? A security guard let me in, and I circled the parking lot until I spotted Logan’s car. I parked a few feet away and killed the engine.

The beacon on the tracking app indicated Logan was still inside the building.

Inconnu. I frowned. What was this hotel? I clicked the link, and the hotel page opened. Squinting my eyes, I forced my brain to focus on the words. A few jumped out at me.

Love hotel.

Bring your partner, or we can find one for you.

What was a love hotel? I did a quick search, using images to get a clearer picture so I didn’t have to read more words. Sex dungeons and themed sex rooms popped up in the results. Myvision swam, shock gripping my heart. Was Logan into some kinky shit he didn’t want me to know about? But he could tell me. Hadn’t I proved to him I would do anything he wanted?

We’d just had sex. Why would he need to come to a love hotel? Wasn’t I enough for him after all? Was everything he’d said to me while he was inside me a lie?

The earlier doubts resurfaced as the sting of betrayal made it difficult to breathe. I wanted nothing more than to barge into the hotel with my knife and find out who Logan was with, but it was a big hotel. I needed to catch him off guard. Otherwise, he could talk me into believing whatever shit he fed me like he had tonight.

I waited.

I texted Crowe.

Logan’s cheating on me.

My phone rang almost instantly. “Hey.”

“What kind of nonsense did you just text me?” Crowe asked.

“He’s cheating, Crowe.”

“I don’t think that’s true. I’ve given him a tough time, but I can tell he’s crazy about you. This is one of those times that you shouldn’t listen to the voice in your head.”

“Then what’s he doing meeting up with somebody else at a hotel less than an hour after he fucked me in his kitchen?”

“I’m sure there’s an explanation. Where exactly are you?”

“I’m taking care of it.”

“What do you mean, taking care of it? Bloom, don’t do anything you’ll regret. Let him explain. You don’t always have the best judgment of situations.”

“No? Then tell me what else am I supposed to think? I overheard him talking on the phone that he was going to meet with someone. He fucked me, and then he left when he thought I was sleeping. I tracked his phone—”

“You put a tracker on his phone?”

“Yes, like what you do with Max.”

He groaned. “Max isn’t like the doctor. He actually likes being stalked. He likes me knowing where he is every second of the day. Logan’s not like that.”

“I don’t regret doing it, or I wouldn’t have caught him in the act.”

“Tell me where you are, and I’ll come.”

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