Page 59 of Wicked Devotion
A few hours earlier…
“Be good for us,” Logan says through gritted teeth, and Max nods as if to make sure I know the order is coming from both of them.
His eyes are heavy-lidded, a few tears running down his flushed face while he bites down on the piece of fabric in his mouth, and I can’t keep my gaze from trailing down to his throbbing cock, my mouth watering with the need to taste him.
“Promise me.”
“I promise I’ll be good,” I say, smiling when Logan winks at me.
He yanks Max up by his hair, showing him off like a hunting trophy before he pulls the fabric out of his mouth. He whispers something in his ear, and an intense thrust causes Max to whimper.
“Bye, baby, love you,” he pants, and Logan’s expression darks as he rushes to end thecall.
Love you.
Seven letters.
Seven letters that turn the arousal inside my body into panic.
Maybe he didn’t realize he said it, I reason with myself. Max looked as if he wasn’t able to tell anyone his full name right now, so it could have been a slip-up. Or he simply meant it in a friendly way. In the way you love your favorite movie or a piece of cheesy pizza after a night out.
In a way that doesn’t mean anything.
My attempts to calm down are fruitless. I put my sweats back on, and as my toes catch on the material, I’m close to screaming. I can’t, though, because screaming would alert Charlie, just like a lot of things alert Charlie.
I still don’t know if it’s because of his caring nature or because he’s afraid of Logan, but in the past two days, he insisted on eating every single meal together with me, and he made me take one walk per day.
My mood hasn’t been the best since Max and Logan left. All the things I couldn’t do were running through my head, along with the things Ishouldn’t do, no matter how much I want to. My heart is filled with feelings I won’t allow myself to feel because it’s going to make the situation even more confusing.
But then Max said those two words, destroying the house of cards I tried so hard to build.
Pacing up and down Logan’s room doesn’t help, and when I feel blood getting sticky on my fingertips, I rush over to the bathroom. By now, I’m honestly surprised there’s any skin on my hands left.
Logan’s cabinet is filled with orange containers, and I push them aside to search for a box of bandaids. Sedatives, antidepressants, and various sleep medications are standing neatly lined up, all of them full and expired.
I push a little too hard, and something falls down into thesink, making a metallic sound. Golden and shiny as it rolls up and down the stained ceramic before landing on the plug with mocking precision.
Well, if that isn’t a sign.
I shake my head at myself, grab my wedding band, and shove it deep into the pocket of my pants. Of course, the damn thing has to reappearnow. Instead of wondering how the ring ended up in Logan’s cabinet, I try to focus on my mission to find bandaids. When I finally succeed, I take care of my finger and lurch back to bed.
Pulling the blanket over my head, I can still feel the teddy’s all-observing eyes on me.
Not even an hour later, I wake up because my heart races like I just ran a marathon. A stinging pain shoots through my lower lip, and after wiping over my mouth with the back of my hand, I see red. Again.
This has to end, and it has to end right now.
In one swift motion, I throw my blanket over the teddy, hoping that Logan thinks I tossed and turned in my sleep.
Something digs into my back, and when I move my hand, my fingers close around the goddamn wedding band. I get up, holding the ring that feels like a chain binding me to a life I no longer want, and rush to the bathroom. Watching it disappear in the toilet is relieving, but it’s notenough.
As if Logan can smell my thoughts over miles of land, my phone beeps. The display lights up, showing a text from him. I don’t bother reading it. He already knows something is up, so if I want him to believe I’m asleep, I need to act accordingly. And I have to act fast.
I crouch down next to the mattress, searching for something I hid beneath the scratchy plastic cover. Max didn’t answer me when I asked him for the code to Logan’s office, but I work with kids. Knowing how to open doors thatshouldn’t have been closed in the first place is basically a survival skill in my job.
It didn’t take me long to get into his office, and neither was his keycard hard to find. Hidden under a pile of office supplies in one of his drawers, it left me wondering if he even uses it.
Unfortunately, the keycard wasn’t in the first drawer I opened. I started searching in the top right drawer because that’s whereIkeep essential items.
