Page 94 of One Night Seduction

“I will personally see to it.”

Nodding at that, I clasp his hand once more.

“Sounds good. Thank you again.”

“My pleasure, Logan.”

I begin making my way out of the lab when a shrill voice calls out to me.

“Wait! Logan! Where are you going?”

“Home,” I say, not bothering to turn around.

“What about me? You’re my ride!”

Pausing, I look over my shoulder to see the tech taking her blood. Kelly’s face is panicked, and she looks ready to bolt, needle in her arm and all.

“You have a phone, I’m sure you’re capable of getting a ride to your house.”

With that, I turn back around and make my way to the car, feeling not an ounce of guilt for leaving that manipulative bitch behind. Even if I am the father of her child, it will never change how I view her. I just wish I would have woken up like this years ago.

When I got home, I was surprised to find Arianna still there. I figured she would have left the instant I pulled out of the driveway. I half expected her to say that she would stay, that we would figure things out just to pacify me. A small bit of relief swelled in me when that appeared to not be the case.

She spent most of the day working on a paper while I caught up on some emails. Instead of handling that in my office, I decided to do it in the living room beside her. When I sat down, she didn’t leave or tell me to go, so here I’ll stay for as long as she’ll allow it.

“Are you hungry?” I ask, glancing to see it’s already seven at night.

She shrugs her shoulders, and I frown.

“What have you eaten today?”

Her blue eyes come to mine. “I had a piece of toast this morning.”

“That’s it?” I confirm.

She shrugs again. Unacceptable. Within the hour, I’m walking into the living room with five different delivery orders, the bags halfway up both my arms. I set them down on the table and her eyes widen.

“What the hell?”

“What do you want? I got street tacos, sushi, pizza, burgers, and gyros.”

Arianna looks up at me like I’m crazy before reaching for the sushi. Good to know.

We begin eating in silence for several minutes before she speaks.

“Thank you.”

I look up at her, hating the six feet of space between us.

“Of course. I need to be better about ensuring you eat, that’s on me.”

“Logan, you don’t need to make sure I eat. I’m not incompetent,” she says with a stern look.

“Incompetent isn’t even in the same realm as you, Arianna. I do need to, though. I need to make sure you’re taken care of in all ways, physically, and emotionally. And, no, I don’t need to, I want to.”

She gives me a sad smile, almost like she wants that too, but she isn’t sure how to drop her guard. It fucking kills me how broken her trust is right now.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, my whole body going still when I pull it out.

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