Page 27 of 14 Night Tryst

“I wish I hadn’t, Savi. I foolishly thought I was doing the right thing for Trent. I tried to hold out for as long I could, to shield him from feeling the cracks of our broken home, but looking back now that did more damage than us walking away when we both realized it wasn’t working. Perhaps then, things wouldn’t have gotten as bad as they are, and Trent and I might have had a more functional relationship.” He explains sullenly.

“It’s not too late, Logan.” I offer. “You can still fix it and have a relationship with him. As much as Trent tries to act like he doesn’t care I know not having that bond with you hurts him.”

Logan stares at me for a beat and scoffs, “Says his ex-girlfriend who is currently lying naked in my bed.” I visibly flinch at his words. Even though I know there isn’t a malicious intent to his tone hearing those words still inwardly scalds me. Logan notices me baulk and tightens his arm around me like he’s worried I’ll get up and leave. “I’m sorry, Wildfire, that came out a lot harsher than I intended,” he apologizes and presses a kiss to my temple. “What I mean to say was that any chance I may have had to fix my relationship with him got shot to hell the day I started sleeping with his ex-girlfriend, who he clearly still very much cares about and wants to pursue a relationship with.”

“Logan,” I sigh and sit up, holding the covers around me to cover my exposed chest. “Trent and I are over for good. He burned his last bridge with me when he broke up with me for the fourth time with another bullshit excuse. The only reason he comes back to me isn’t because he loves me, it’s because I’m familiar to him and I’ve allowed him to walk all over me for far too long.” Logan leans up on his elbow, scowling. “You can’t just give up your relationship with your only son, Logan. Trent can be a stubborn ass at times, but he still needs you. In a couple of days, I’ll no longer be a factor, I’ll be nothing more than a distant memory for thebothof you and you can focus on rebuilding and reconnecting with your son without feeling any remorse.” I explain, raking my fingers through my hair and pushing it out of my face with a huff when it falls over my eyes.

This isn’t exactly the conversation I was hoping to have so early in the morning, especially after the night we shared but alas here we are quarrelling in bed.

“It’s not that simple Savannah, just because I stop sleeping with you doesn’t change the fact that I fucked his ex-girlfriend. That guilt doesn’t just magically vanish when you walk out of my life. If I did the right fucking thing and stopped after I found out, perhaps things would have been different, but we both knowingly betrayed him and continue to do so. Do you honestly think I would ever be able to look him in the eyes and build an honest relationship with him after this?”

Muttering under my breath I angrily push the covers off me and get out of bed. “I didn’t put a gun to your damn head. You’re the one that suggested we continue to see each other until we get home, Logan, not me.” I vent picking up an oversized t-shirt and pulling it over my head while Logan follows me out of bed, only he doesn’t bother with any clothes as he stalks over to me.

“Oh really?” he laughs angrily, “Because I recall it going much differently. Who was the one walking into the bathroom on the plane and dropping to their knees? Because it sure as shit wasn’t me,” he throws back as he walks over to me.

“For someone who is feeling such remorse you didn’t put up much of a fight, did you?!”

Logan glowers at me, “How can I put up a fucking fight when every crevice of my body wants you, Savannah!” he shouts irritably. Every bit of annoyance drains away upon hearing those words. We both stand still staring at each other, our chests rising and falling with every ragged breath. One second, we’re standing still and the next like two formidable forces we come crashing into each other. Our lips collide, and we kiss fervidly like tomorrow isn’t promised—which for us, it isn’t. The shirt I put on is quickly ripped off my body leaving me naked once again. Logan lifts me into his arms and carries me back to the bed, laying me down he crawls up on top of me and I welcome his weight, wrapping my legs around him and drawing him against me.

Unlike the previous times we’ve had sex this time felt different. Close didn’t seem close enough. And even though we’re intimately connected as any human could ever be it still doesn’t feel enough. Every kiss, and every touch feels heightened, makes my heart beat a little a harder and faster.

Logan’s fingers intertwine with mine as he slowly pushes himself inside me. We moan simultaneously though our lips remain fused, our tongues brush languidly over one another’s as he starts to thrust himself slow and deep into me and doesn’t stop until I’m withering and coming apart under him. “Look at me, Savi.” Logan pants against my lips. I open my eyes and meet his heated gaze while my walls start to contract and clamp around him.

“I’m coming,” I pant and he nods.

“I know, baby.” Moving his hands to cradle either side of my head he kisses me chastely and drags his lips over my chin when my body arches up into him while I climax. The force of my orgasm sets his off and he follows me over with an audible moan and bottoms out inside me.

The feel him trembling and unraveling with such pleasure against me and knowing I’m the cause fills me with an inexplicable emotion—one I’ve never felt with anyone else before him.

What’s more concerning is I think I’m starting to fall for him.

* * *

After what was likelythe worlds shortest lovers spat, Logan and I shower and head down for breakfast. Today is his big dinner and I have a knot in the pit of my stomach that I can’t seem to unravel. I need to switch off from Savi his lover to Savi his event coordinator and focus on getting things in order so everything runs to plan.

I spend the rest of the afternoon going back and forth between the venue and other vendors doing the final checks. This driver slash interpreter that Logan has appointed to me… Sinan is it, has been following me around like a damn shadow all afternoon which is grating on my last nerve.

Logan is off somewhere in the hotel business center at the exhibition before the evening’s festivities which leaves me three hours to get my head as well as my muddled emotions back in check before I start getting ready to be picked up at six and dropped back to the venue.

When I return the hotel room is empty. I kick off my shoes and find a note from Logan on the dressing table.

‘Hi beautiful.

A special treat awaits you down at the spa.

I need my girl well rested for what’s to come over the next few days.

Wish I could join you but a photo of you in a bikini will have to suffice… till later.

I’ll see you, Wildfire.

Mr. Peirce x’

What? I didn’t pack a bikini.

When I turn, I see a white Burberry bikini laid out on top of the freshly made bed. Much like the silk red dress did the night before. This man needs to stop buying me all these absurdly expensive gifts. I hate to think how much he has paid for this bikini. I’m starting to feel like Julia Roberts inPretty Womanminus the hooker part.

Before I overthink it, I change into the bikini, snap a sexy photo and send it to him and head down to the spa.

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