Page 3 of 14 Night Tryst

I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t hear my office door open, and Savannah walk in until I hear her voice—that seductive drawl that heats up my body and sends a tingle down my spine.

Jesus Christ, you’re a grown man. Get it together Logan.

I slowly turn to face her and immediately regret it because she looks incredibly fuckable in that red blazer and matching mini skirt she’s wearing. I’m almost certain she intentionally chose such a sexy outfit to fucking torture me. Showing off those sinful pins. And the white top she’s wearing under the blazer is cropped and exposing the flat panes of her abdomen enticing very inappropriate images of me busting a nut all over it and her fingering my cum and sucking it off with a moan.

My cock goes stiff in my trousers, and I swallow the groan that is about to escape me.

“Miss West.”

“Bitty.”

I groan and slide further down my bed, hiding under my duvet when I feel Hannah and Vee hop onto my bed. “Come on Bitty, get your tiny ass up and out of bed.” Hannah pleads, poking my leg through the duvet.

“No, just let me die here.” I respond dramatically from under the covers, and I distantly hear my two best friends sigh.

“All right, that’s it.” I hear Venice say and feel the bed shift under me. A moment later the duvet is ripped off me and I open my eyes with a scowl to see Venice holding it up with a smile on her face. “Enough with the pity party. So you fucked your ex-boyfriend’s dad? It’s not the end of the world.”

I sit up and push my tousled hair out of my face and glower at her. “How can you say that, Vee? It’s not like it was a one-off, one night thing, we didthingsone should absolutely not do with their ex-boyfriend’s dad or anyone’s dad for that matter. Both father and son have seen me naked, let that sink in for a second.”

Vee and Hannah exchange glances and I can clearly see them trying and failing to hold back the urge to smile at my absurd predicament. I mean, seriously? Who goes and unwittingly fucks their ex-boyfriend’s dad?

“Sav,” Hannah sighs. “Please stop torturing yourself, it’s not like you knowingly went and slept with his dad, it was just an unfortunate buthighly pleasurablecoincidence.” She justifies with a giggle and groans when I swat her arm playfully, my cheeks burning with shame. “What, hey, don’t you sit there and tell me you didn’t take great pleasure in every filthy second of getting railed by Daddy Peirce, because we all know that’s a barefaced lie.”

“Mhm,” Venice nods in agreement and crawls up on my bed, laying on her side. “We share walls and a ceiling Bitty, he had you screaming for the almighty the other night. Bitch, you had me lying in bed wishing I was you getting violated by that sex God.” Venice explains, her green eyes glowing with mirth and a pinch of longing. “Furthermore, you have no reason to feel guilty, you did nothing wrong, Sav. As far as you and Logan were concerned you were two perfect strangers that hit it off and hooked up.”

Well, she’s not wrong there. Pulling my knees up to my chest I rest my elbows on my knees and rake my fingers through my hair. “That’s all well and good and maybe it wouldn’t have been such a big deal, but Trent wants us to get back together. He said he made a mistake.” I tell my best friends and watch their faces contort. “He’s been texting and calling me incessantly since that night.”

Hannah rolls her eyes in exasperation. “Oh, of course he does, it’s the same old song and dance with him. Please tell me you’re not actually considering it, Savannah?”

A week ago, yes, I would have guilelessly jumped right in and forgiven him without a second thought, but now, I’m questioning why I chose to stick around and allow him to make a fool of me for so long.

I’m not even sure what I felt for him was actually love—in fact I don’t think I’ve ever beenin love. Shaking my head I lean back against the light grey, velvet headboard attached to my bed and sigh. “No, I’m absolutely not considering it. I’ve wasted enough time waiting on Trent Lang to get his head out of his ass. Besides, I…” I trail off and bite my lip, contemplating if I should divulge that I can’t stop thinking about Logan.

“Go on, besides youwhat?” Venice urges, lifting her inquisitive green eyes from her phone to look at me.

I rub my lips together and fumble with the cover of my duvet. “I can’t stop thinking about Logan. I’ve tried, I swear I have.” I confess with a wince. Venice grins and pokes my thigh playfully. “Who even am I? I should have gotten the ick, right? A normal person would have been repulsed, but I’m still shamelessly lusting after my ex’s dad— whom might I add I’m supposed to be jetting off to Istanbul with in a couple of days.”

“Bitty, if I got railed by a stud like Logan, I would have a real tough time keeping my legs closed around him ever again, too. Ex or no ex, I would willingly lay myself bare before him and beg him to ruin me.” Venice voices animatedly, shifting so she is laying on her stomach. “A guy like that only comes around once, so I say fuck your moral compass and let that tall glass of sin fuck you like a savage until you see God.” I chuckle and shake my head.

How I wish it were that simple.

“While that sounds amazing girls, a meaningless fling isn’t worth risking a relationship with his son, and I wholly respect that, even if his son is a colossal asshat. I would never forgive myself for being the reason his already broken relationship with his only son is destroyed. Which is why it needs to end now, because I know Trent, and he will never forgive his father if he ever finds out.” I explain sullenly, the heaviness in my chest grows as the words leave my mouth.

“So, you’re still going on this trip with him then?” Hannah questions resting her chin in her hand, her big brown eyes searching mine.

“Yeah, a big part of me wishes I wasn’t, but I have to.” I reply with a shrug and shift to the edge of the bed to stand up. “Logan was pretty adamant on having me there, if he suddenly changes his mind Suzan will start questioning why he dropped me at the last minute, and I’ll likely get fired for losing a client. Besides, she’s got to be here to plan his lavish annual gala which is two days after we get back.” While I stretch the girls sprawl out on my bed, watching me, both with completely different expressions on their faces. Hannah’s eyes are empathetic while Venice is smirking at me.

“I get the whole situation is awkward, especially for him, but mark my words you’ll both cave and screw each other while on this trip.” I look over at Venice, my jaw slack, and eyes wide. Hannah looks over at her just as stunned. “What? Don’t look at me like that, the sexual tension between the two of you is fucking tangible. You can only hold out for so long before it gets too much, and you wind up ripping each other clothes off.”

“It’s a business trip,” I drawl, walking over to my wardrobe opposite my bed and slide the mirrored door open to pick out an outfit for the day.

“With a sneaky night or two of carnal pleasure.” I hear Venice say teasingly from behind me and I roll my eyes, fighting off the urge to smile. “You’ll be on your knees choking on his pecker before the trip is over, Bitty.”

I’m already dreading this trip and as hard as I’m trying to take the moral highroad, I can’t help but secretly wish Venice is right.

If the occasion should arise, will I do the right thing and find the strength to resist him?

I want to say yes, but my heart is screaming abso-fucking-lutely no.

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