Page 31 of Secret Baby With My Brother's Best Friend

"I have enough ideas to finish it up. You don't need to worry about that. I will do my job. I have a great team to help with this, so all will be handled." I answered swiftly, and there was a long silence between us.

"A-are you, are y-you s-sure?" he stuttered.

My lungs felt dry, and I nodded. "I am."

"Okay. If that's what you have decided, then I guess I have no objections. I'll tell everyone we broke up," he conceded. "You can go home."

I sighed, a tinge of disappointment clawing its way into my chest. Logan wasn't even going to hold onto me even a little. It hurt. "Thank you. I should go back in."

"Yeah. You should. I'll see you later."

"Later," I excused myself, returning to my room. The minute the door closed, I crashed my back into the wall and slid down, crouching as hot tears ran down my cheek. My heart felt like it would explode, and everything hurt. I sat there for minutes, crying my eyes out and letting every bit of pain seep out of me.

The crying stopped later, and I pulled myself together, getting my shit together. It was time to move on and leave Logan behind like he had done to me some years ago. I took my bath, changed out of yesterday's clothes, and booked the next earliest flight out of here. The sooner I get out of here, the faster I can move on with my life and forget Logan. But—

Can I really forget him? I wondered.

Chapter Eighteen

Logan

Breakfast was tequila, burning down my throat with its bitter taste. It was all I could do to keep myself together. Drinking was my feeble attempt to hold myself together, even as the weight in my heart threatened to tear me apart. I downed my fourth glass and reached for the fifth one, but before I could grasp it Carl snatched the glass away and drank it.

"Isn't it a bit too early for shots?" he quizzed, sitting beside me.

"You came," I mumbled, relieved to see him. "Refill," I said to the bartender.

"You texted, which is not something you often do, so... Of course, I came. What's going on?"

"Last night, Harper and I slept together."

"Wow! That's great. How was it?"

"It was amazing. There are no adjectives that can qualify how great it was, honestly. It was the best, Carl."

"Okay. So what happened?"

"I wanted to tell her, you know. I wanted to tell her how I felt about the whole thing. I got excited and—" I downed another glass. "—she said, it was a mistake."

"Ouch!" Carl handed me another shot, and I barked a cold laugh, taking it from him and emptying the glass. "Do you think she meant it?"

"I don't know. I just got mad inside."

"So what did you say?"

"What do you think I said?" I arched a brow, turning my head in his direction.

"You agreed with her. Didn't you?"

"Yes, I did."

"Fuck! Why would you do that?"

"Because I felt stupid, and I didn't know what else to say," I replied. "It hurt so much, Carl."

"I know. Some people like to say that things are a mistake, but they cannot take it when you agree with them," he sighed. "So what happened?"

I raked a careless hand through my hair. "She called the entire thing off—our fake relationship. It's all over," I sighed. "It's over, and she is getting on the earliest flight tomorrow. She's leaving."

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