Page 120 of Ex's Accidental Baby

“I heard you spent time in California. You’re saying you were celibate? Even in Hollywood? Around all those actresses?”

“Even then.” He smirks against my mouth when I kiss him. “Why, were you jealous, princess?”

“Crazy-jealous.” I kiss him again roughly, biting his bottom lip.

He chuckles. “I guess we have that in common.”

“I only dated one guy after you.”

He narrows his eyes. “What’s his name?”

I bark out a laugh. “Riley. And that’s all you get.”

“No last name? Last known address? Social security number?”

I smile, rocking my hips as he grunts and thrusts up beneath me.

“Don't need you hunting anyone down. It didn’t go anywhere, and we never went all the way either.”

“Thank God for that, at least.” He grips onto my hips with bruising ferocity, rolling his hips up into me as I bounce on top of him.

I’m panting, getting close to my peak and when I start to tremble and pulse around him, Logan cries out and puts me onto my back, pistoning in and out of me like he’s been holding back.

“Logan.” I come apart again. “Logan, Logan.”

When he spills inside of me, it feels like I’m whole again after months, years of being empty. And it scares the shit out of me.

I breathe slowly out of my nostrils to come down, but Logan’s like an octopus, all arms and legs around me, and I don’t feel safe anymore.

I feel claustrophobic and angry because all this time, he’s been making choices for me.

My mother. My father. Grayson. Now Logan.

Everyone’s always been making choices for me, and all I’ve ever wanted was to make my own choices.

I wait until Logan drifts off to sleep and then hurry to get up and get dressed, leaving quietly with my shoes in my hand.

I call Dina, who has become my best friend. I need someone who knows the whole situation.

When she answers, all I can do is hiccup a sob into the phone.

“Where are you?”

“Are you home?” I manage, sniffling and calling a car service.

“I am.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

She opens the door and immediately drags me into her arms as I close my eyes against the tears burning in them. A couple slide down my face.

I wonder if someone can get dehydrated from crying so much. These hormones are out of control.

“What happened?”

I groan, wiping my eyes after pulling away, and I plop down on her couch, exhausted.

“Logan’s never been with anyone but me.”

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