Page 38 of Falling For Her Boss

I slip on my shoes and decide to go and find him, anyway. Now that I’m dressed, I don’t feel like getting back into bed. If he’s only popping out for coffee, then he can’t have left long ago, anyway. I’m sure we’ll run across each other.

I search for nearby coffee places, and find the closest one. It looks a little shabby so I look for one with better reviews, knowing Logan will only settle for the best. With a smile, I head for the elevator, feeling like today is going to be a good day.

I head for the coffee shop with a spring in my step. But as I’m walking, I spot something that makes my heart sink. I’d know the back of Logan’s head anywhere and he’s sitting in the window of the coffee place with his back to me. The problem is, he’s not alone.

The woman sitting opposite him is impossibly beautiful. She’s also wearing a pretty revealing top, leaning toward him to show off her assets. My heart is thudding in my chest. I tell myself not to overreact. After all, he’s perfectly entitled to have breakfast with whoever he wants. It doesn’t mean it’s a romantic thing.

But my heart sinks further as I watch him reach out for her hand. I can barely believe what I’m seeing. After everything he said to me last night, would he really throw what we have away so readily? I guess it’s looking that way right now.

And the way she’s looking at him…she doesn’t look particularly happy, but she’s looking at him with so much love in her eyes. Does she love him? Is this some past lover that he’s failed to mention to me? Or worse still, a current one who he has been lying about?

I’m willing to forgive and forget him touching another woman’s hand, if he can explain to me exactly what’s happening, and why he lied to me. I guess I can move past that. But when I watch her say something, lean in and kiss Logan, I know I’m not willing to forgive this act of betrayal at all.

I storm into the cafe, not knowing what I’m about to do. I want to confront him, but I have no idea what to say. As he’s pulling away from the beautiful stranger he stands up, spotting me walking toward him. I’m fuming, feeling like a completely different person. I’ve never felt anger like this. All he had to do was not let me down. All he had to do was stay faithful. If he didn’t want me, he should have said so. And now I’m standing right in front of him, wondering how I could ever trust a snake like him with my heart.

“I can explain,” he says desperately. His eyes seem so sincere. I had no idea a man could be such a good actor. I shake my head, tears streaming down my cheeks.

“Like hell you can,” I say, trembling. I spot a glass of water on the table next to me and pick it up. With shaking hands, I throw the contents over Logan and then storm out of the cafe. I refuse to look back. But one thing is for sure – I never want to see him again…my boss, my brother’s best friend, my first lover.

My biggest betrayer.

I storm down the street. I can hear him calling my name as he tries to chase me down, but I weave through people with ease. He won’t catch up to me when I’m trying so hard to get away from him. I don’t want that scumbag within a hundred miles of me.

I manage to hail down a cab and I get in as quickly as I can, offering the driver my address. Then I allow myself to quietly break down in the back of the car, weeping over the loss of my innocence. I was so ready to believe that I had found everything I was looking for, that I forgot to be scared of the consequences of trusting someone too readily. I should have listened to my brother when he warned me about Logan and his intentions. What did he plan to do? Just abandon me and never speak of last night again? Did he think I’d still be willing to wait on hand and foot to please him after he hurt me without a second thought? Absolutely not. From now on, the only man I will ever trust is Joshua. He’s the only one that has never let me down. He might be overprotective, and sometimes he can seem harsh, but at least he has my best intentions at heart. The same can’t be said for Logan.

When the cab pulls up outside my apartment, I rush inside, trying to hold back my tears. But it’s no use. The second I get inside I break down entirely, sobbing loudly to myself. How has the best night of my life turned into such a disaster? Now, I’m heartbroken and alone, feeling like an absolute fool. I guess this was a lesson I needed to learn, but it hurts all the same, and I feel like it’s going to take a long time before I smile again.

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