Unknown, p.9
Unknown, page 9
I gripped the wine glass hard, using it as an anchor as delicious sensations rippled through me.
Fuck. . .Logan. . .
My phone buzzed.
I blinked myself out of the vision. Clearing my throat, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and checked the screen.
Logan: Are you sure you don’t want me there with you and your brother? I no longer trust Tyson.
I typed back.
Me: Tyson better pack his bags and then go. My brother and I won’t be playing with him.
Logan: Alright. I trust your judgement.
I warmed at that text and took another sip of my wine. I was about to put the phone down when it buzzed again.
Logan: Mia, I’ll always ride or die for you. Just point the problem out. I’ll get rid of it and even bury the body.
Me: Thank you. That goes both ways. I have several shovels.
My heart warmed. I believed Logan would have my back and more. I put down my phone and finished my glass of wine.
Everything is going to be okay.
While I may have discovered I had a narcissistic piece of shit in my apartment, I’d also realized that I had an amazing knight-in-shining armor waiting in the background.
And at this point, I desperately yearned to be saved.
Logan. Logan. Logan.
12
Fuck Boys Fuck It Up for Real Men
Logan
M
inutes later, I sat in my car outside of Tyson’s new job. He’d told us that he had a new clerical job at the local newspaper office. It had a small parking lot. I scanned the place and didn’t spot his car. Then, I left my car, went inside, and asked about him.
No one had ever heard of Tyson.
Lying, piece of shit.
I drove over to his grandmother’s place next, searching for his car. Again, it wasn’t there. I loved his grandmother like my own, so I didn’t go in there and tell her about her grandson. She was a traditional Christian woman. His exploits would have broken her heart.
Disappointment hit me. Mia didn’t want me to deal with him, but my fists desperately wanted a conversation.
Giving up, I headed off and promised the universe that I would catch the piece of shit later.
The journey to my just-sex appointment incited a lot of questions. Vicky was my usual Friday night, but things would be changing, and I didn’t feel right telling her over the phone.
Any woman that isn’t Mia won’t have my time anymore.
Finally, I can have Mia to myself.
You stupid, stupid fool, Tyson.
He fucked up.
Thank God, I’d stayed clear of Ashley. That first night at the club, she’d never caught my eye. Next to Mia, she was nothing. She had no conversation, no ambition beyond being famous which it didn’t seem she had much of a plan for. She took tons of selfies every day.
Additionally, she always told me she was low on money as if urging me to offer. One time I did because I felt bad. She’d called me late at night and asked me to come over. I told her that I couldn’t but wanted to know if she needed help. She said she was depressed over money troubles.
I offered to help, and she’d offered her body. I’d declined, and she’d hung up, probably from embarrassment. Every time I saw her afterwards, it was awkward.
And the whole time she was messing with Tyson. What a sticky situation this would’ve been, if I’d fucked Ashley too. Thank God, I’d stayed away.
There was one thing Tyson didn’t get. Pussy was just pussy, but a woman—the one to love and cherish—that meant a different game altogether. One buried in love and faith.
He hadn’t even tried to be good to Mia. Oh well. Some friend I am. If he’d told me he was fucking Ashley, I would’ve told Mia. Period.
When I’d heard Tyson moved in with Mia, I’d come close to punching my fist through a wall. The twins had blurted it out and had been shocked by my reaction. I might’ve barked my annoyance and stomped off. The twins never let that moment go—always hinting that I might have a crush on Mia and asking about it.
Now Tyson’s fucked up.
Mia would be mine, and I would break Tyson’s nose. No one would get in my way with either situation.
I arrived at the hotel thirty minutes later.
Damn. I’m sorry, Vicky. You’re a good woman.
This couldn’t be helped. I knew who I wanted to be with. I felt it deep in my bones, flowing through my heart and warming my soul. Mia was the one for me. And now that I could finally tell her how much she meant to me, I wasn’t going to waste any more time with any other women.
I parked the car in my usual spot.
When I entered the hotel, the front desk receptionist recognized my face and gave me a key. The woman was used to me coming and picking up a key every other night. I kept a few women on call, but there were usually three that I kept in rotation.
“It’s room 420 this time,” she said.
“Thank you.” I grabbed the key card.
Vicky would have to be the first of the three that I let go.
Sorry, Vicky.
Vicky had been what I needed at the time. Sexy and discreet. A fun fuck in bed and easy-going when we hung out. A woman who held no expectations, had no agenda, and no interest in getting involved. But most important of all, she was a woman who wasn't Mia.
First Vicky, then Natalie, and Julia will be last. She’s out of town anyway.
It could’ve been premature of me to end all my fuck friends, but I had to focus on taking this chance with Mia. I wouldn’t drop the ball like Tyson and chase meaningless sex. That sort of thing was a dime a dozen.
I’m focused. Mia is mine.
I took the elevator and pulled my phone out, texting and checking up on Mia.
Me: Has he grabbed his stuff yet?
Mia: No.
Me: How do you feel?
Mia: Stupid, but I’ll live.
Me: Do you want me to kill him?
Mia: It would be nice, but no.
Me: Maybe a punch in the face or broken arm?
Mia: hmmm...no, don’t tempt me.
Me: Do you want me to come over?
Mia: No, you have a date tonight.
Me: It’s not a date, Mia. And you’re always more important.
Mia: No. Have fun. I am getting drunk. My brother is almost here. He’ll be in the living room studying.
I ran my fingers through my hair and stepped off the elevator.
Mia wanted to handle this by herself, but I didn’t like her sitting in her place drunk and alone.
Fuck it. I’m taking a chance.
I texted her back.
Me: I’m coming. I don’t care. I’ll be there with more wine and food. Just give me twenty minutes.
Mia: Are you sure?
Me: I’ll always be there for you. We’re...
My fingers hovered over the phone for a few seconds. Things were changing. I wanted to explore the idea of more than a friendship with her, but knew the timing was off. Inside of me beat an urge to take her into my arms and whisper everything I’d always wanted to say.
We must take our time on this.
I finished the text.
Me: We’re friends. I’ll always have your back.
I knocked and then opened the hotel door, dreading what I had to do.
Vicky stood in the center, dressed in fantasy garb.
Shocked, I drank her all in—sea green scales covered her breasts. She wore a tiny gold skirt made of gold skulls that barely covered her bare ass.
I smiled. “You’re Princess Era.”
“Surprise. I know you like that Kingmaker show and was all excited about the release.”
I stepped inside and closed the door. “This was so sweet.”
“Now, we can do some fantasy role-playing.” She clapped and rushed over to the bed. “I’ve got swords and chains and—”
“Oh wow. Chains?”
“I even have an outfit for you.” She grabbed two tiny patches of cloth off the night stand. “See. You’re Mulligan.”
I chuckled. “He tends to wear more than that, but I love the idea.”
Vicky blushed. “You do?”
“Yes.”
We stared at each other for several quiet seconds. Anticipation ran in her eyes while I felt nothing but guilt.
“Vicky, I’m sorry but—”
“What?”
My phone buzzed.
“Hold on.” I checked the screen.
Mia had texted back.
Mia: Thanks, Logan. I’m lucky to have you.
I looked up.
Vicky rolled her eyes. “Let me guess. Does this have something to do with Mia?”
“Well.” I put the phone up. “It actually does.”
Vicky let out an exasperated breath and sat on the bed.
I didn’t even realize I’d told her about Mia.
My stomach twisted. While I’d always been upfront and told her that I only wanted sex, I didn’t like the idea of hurting her feelings.
But in the end, she wasn't the woman I thought about when we fucked.
I looked at her. “Vicky, you’re beautiful and amazing.”
“But, what?” She tilted her head, one eyebrow rising in question. “I’m not Mia. Is that the reason? I don’t even know her, and I hate her.”
“Vicky, I—”
“Just forget about it, Logan. No matter what I do you just think about her. And it’s like she knows we’re together. She’s always texting and you’re always stopping to see what she wants. It’s insulting.”
“I’m sorry. That was wrong. I never knew you hated it.”
A tear spilled from her eye as she stared at me. “I’m in love with you.”
I held out my hands. “What?”
“I’m fucking in love with you, Logan.”
How the hell did that happen?
While I understood that Vicky may be disappointed when we ended, I’d never made our arrangement more than what it was. We’d only been fucking for barely two months, and it had just been weekly moments of sex, no more than two hours. We barely talked. She’d just learned my last name a few weeks ago, but that was it.
In love with me?
She didn’t even know me. I didn’t even know her. She had no idea about my sisters, parents, anything about my private life. She knew about my love of the Kingmaker series, but anyone would’ve gotten that from glancing at my cellphone cover.
“How do you feel about me?” Vicky rose from the bed and slowly walked over.
“I think you’re a beautiful person.”
“Haven’t we had some good times?” She reached out to touch the top of my jeans.
I stopped her hands and held them. “Of course, we’ve had good times, but not the sort to fall in love from.”
More tears fell from her eyes.
How could I explain to her that I needed more than sex to fall in love? Pussy was wonderful. It always tasted good. It never disappointed. Wet and silky, warm and inviting. Pussy was never a bad thing in any moment of the day no matter what happened.
There weren’t many times in life where a heterosexual single guy would say, “Nope. I don’t want that perfectly delightful pussy of yours.”
But when it came down to having that same pussy around and saying no to others, I needed more than just an orgasm. I needed conversation that made me think well beyond the time she said goodbye. I needed a smile that warmed my heart and made me dream about it at night.
“I’m so in love with you,” Vicky whispered. “Why can’t you just focus on me for once and give us a chance?”
“Because it would be a lackluster performance at best.” I shook my head. “I’m sorry, but I don’t feel the same way about you. I think you’re an amazing woman. Any man would be happy to—”
“Oh, save it.” She paced back and forth in front of me. “I spent all week researching that stupid and ridiculous TV show. Kingmaker.”
“Thank you—”
“What type of grown man likes fucking warrior elves?”
“They’re really powerful—”
“It’s a book for kids for god’s sake.”
“It really isn’t. It’s violent with complex intrigue—”
“Oh, shut up about that damn show!” She raised her hands in the air and dropped them. “I forced myself to watch the whole stupid season. Mulliwaggle with his sword. Mulliwaggle slicing off dragons’ heads and roaring—”
“Mulligan,” I muttered.
“I know his damn name.”
“Sorry.”
She stopped in front of me and glared. “I learned everything about Mulligan. And for what? To fucking surprise you, and of course, you don’t appreciate anything because of Mia. Mia. Mia—”
“I think it’s amazing. I really do.”
She jabbed at the air. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to get gold skulls to put on your tits!?”
“No.” I took out my wallet from my pocket. “I could reimburse you the—”
“Now you’re paying me like a whore?” She placed her hands on her hips. “I’m a hooker to you?”
“Fuck no, Vicky. I’m just trying to—”
“Stop yourself from feeling guilty.”
“That’s half right. The other part is that I care.” I pulled two hundred dollars out and placed it on the nightstand where my Mulligan G-string lay. “I heard cosplay for the Kingmaker can be expensive, and I really thought it was amazing what you did.”
Granted, she’d dressed up as Princess Era—Mulligan’s sworn enemy who’d killed his mother—but hey, this wasn’t the right time to correct that. Mulligan would never get his cock up for Princess Era.
Coragon—a demon warrior princess—truly had his heart.
But Vicky had tried, and that was brilliant.
Vicky didn’t take the money. Rage blazed in her eyes.
“I really meant what I said.” I stepped back from the nightstand. “The guy that gets your love will be one happy man. You really are amazing.”
She wiped the tears off her face. “Just not amazing enough for you?”
“I didn’t mean it that way. I’ve always told you that I had strong feelings for someone else. I never wanted to lead you on.”
“Yet, somehow...here we are!” She touched her chest. “Me, with a broken heart, and you running off into the sunset with...Mia. I hope she breaks your heart. I hope she runs you around in circles.”
I nodded, understanding why she was pissed. “I’m leaving. Order anything you want on the room. It’s all on me. I’m sorry about tonight.”
“Fuck you, Logan. I hope she fucking breaks your heart.” She stomped after me. “You don’t know how to love. You just want her because you can’t have her. Once you have her, you’ll fucking be disappointed.”
I opened the door and continued to walk away. Being around my sisters had taught me not to engage. A brokenhearted woman was one of the most dangerous things to behold. It was best to keep one’s mouth shut and leave the area immediately.
I headed to the elevator.
“You don’t even know what love is!” Vicky yelled as she stood half-naked in the hallway.
Another man opened his door and peeked out before closing it.
She rushed back into the room, appeared in the hallway again with a wine glass, and slung it my way, coming nowhere close to hitting me. “I hate you!”
This went well.
I pressed the button to call the elevator up.
“Logan?” Vicky sobbed. “Wait. Let’s talk about this.”
Oh no. I think we’re good to go on the communication side.
I forced a weak smile and shook my head as other people opened their doors to check out what was going on.
“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean that about Mulligan.” Vicky headed my way.
The elevator opened.
I jumped on and pushed the first-floor button faster than I thought I could. There was no way she could get on the elevator with me and take this scene down into the lobby.
She was still half-naked.
“Logan?!”
The elevators closed right as she got in front of them.
Holy shit.
I’d woken up with a simple schedule for a chill day. The morning was supposed to be hanging with Mia downtown. We were just going to grab the Kingmaker books, eat something awesome, catch up on our lives, and then say our goodbyes.
After that, I’d planned to grovel for ten minutes as I watched Mia leave my car. Later, I’d fuck Vicky, get home, check on my sisters, read the book, and go to sleep.
Nothing had gone as planned.
Tonight, Mia was breaking up with Tyson and I was going over there to console her.
Mia will be mine.
13
My Time
Logan
I
t took me thirty minutes to get there. By then, Mia texted me that her brother had shown up. I stopped at a gourmet grocery, grabbed some wine and a meat and cheese platter.
Mia answered the door with a bottle in her hand. She dripped with gorgeous delight—all wild and tipsy—completely letting herself be free.
She’s lucky her brother is here.
She gave me a hug that caught me by surprise. “Thanks for coming back.”
I savored her warmth. “It’s no problem. I enjoy spending time with you.”
She let me go. “How was your date?”
“It wasn’t a date.” I carried the stuff in.
“Then, how was the...just sex?”
“No sex happened.”
Surprise flared in her eyes as she walked past me and headed to the kitchen. I couldn’t help but study the subtle, yet sexy, sway of her hips. Mia’s body was so thick and soft. My fingers throbbed with the need to capture the swell of that flesh between my palms.
She glanced over her shoulder and caught me staring at that ass. “Oh...I...love how you came bearing gifts.”
I set the stuff on the counter. “That’s the only way to come.”
“Well...” she batted her eyes at me. “That is not the only way to cum.”
My cock jerked in my pants. “I see a little wine makes you wicked.”
Fuck. . .Logan. . .
My phone buzzed.
I blinked myself out of the vision. Clearing my throat, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and checked the screen.
Logan: Are you sure you don’t want me there with you and your brother? I no longer trust Tyson.
I typed back.
Me: Tyson better pack his bags and then go. My brother and I won’t be playing with him.
Logan: Alright. I trust your judgement.
I warmed at that text and took another sip of my wine. I was about to put the phone down when it buzzed again.
Logan: Mia, I’ll always ride or die for you. Just point the problem out. I’ll get rid of it and even bury the body.
Me: Thank you. That goes both ways. I have several shovels.
My heart warmed. I believed Logan would have my back and more. I put down my phone and finished my glass of wine.
Everything is going to be okay.
While I may have discovered I had a narcissistic piece of shit in my apartment, I’d also realized that I had an amazing knight-in-shining armor waiting in the background.
And at this point, I desperately yearned to be saved.
Logan. Logan. Logan.
12
Fuck Boys Fuck It Up for Real Men
Logan
M
inutes later, I sat in my car outside of Tyson’s new job. He’d told us that he had a new clerical job at the local newspaper office. It had a small parking lot. I scanned the place and didn’t spot his car. Then, I left my car, went inside, and asked about him.
No one had ever heard of Tyson.
Lying, piece of shit.
I drove over to his grandmother’s place next, searching for his car. Again, it wasn’t there. I loved his grandmother like my own, so I didn’t go in there and tell her about her grandson. She was a traditional Christian woman. His exploits would have broken her heart.
Disappointment hit me. Mia didn’t want me to deal with him, but my fists desperately wanted a conversation.
Giving up, I headed off and promised the universe that I would catch the piece of shit later.
The journey to my just-sex appointment incited a lot of questions. Vicky was my usual Friday night, but things would be changing, and I didn’t feel right telling her over the phone.
Any woman that isn’t Mia won’t have my time anymore.
Finally, I can have Mia to myself.
You stupid, stupid fool, Tyson.
He fucked up.
Thank God, I’d stayed clear of Ashley. That first night at the club, she’d never caught my eye. Next to Mia, she was nothing. She had no conversation, no ambition beyond being famous which it didn’t seem she had much of a plan for. She took tons of selfies every day.
Additionally, she always told me she was low on money as if urging me to offer. One time I did because I felt bad. She’d called me late at night and asked me to come over. I told her that I couldn’t but wanted to know if she needed help. She said she was depressed over money troubles.
I offered to help, and she’d offered her body. I’d declined, and she’d hung up, probably from embarrassment. Every time I saw her afterwards, it was awkward.
And the whole time she was messing with Tyson. What a sticky situation this would’ve been, if I’d fucked Ashley too. Thank God, I’d stayed away.
There was one thing Tyson didn’t get. Pussy was just pussy, but a woman—the one to love and cherish—that meant a different game altogether. One buried in love and faith.
He hadn’t even tried to be good to Mia. Oh well. Some friend I am. If he’d told me he was fucking Ashley, I would’ve told Mia. Period.
When I’d heard Tyson moved in with Mia, I’d come close to punching my fist through a wall. The twins had blurted it out and had been shocked by my reaction. I might’ve barked my annoyance and stomped off. The twins never let that moment go—always hinting that I might have a crush on Mia and asking about it.
Now Tyson’s fucked up.
Mia would be mine, and I would break Tyson’s nose. No one would get in my way with either situation.
I arrived at the hotel thirty minutes later.
Damn. I’m sorry, Vicky. You’re a good woman.
This couldn’t be helped. I knew who I wanted to be with. I felt it deep in my bones, flowing through my heart and warming my soul. Mia was the one for me. And now that I could finally tell her how much she meant to me, I wasn’t going to waste any more time with any other women.
I parked the car in my usual spot.
When I entered the hotel, the front desk receptionist recognized my face and gave me a key. The woman was used to me coming and picking up a key every other night. I kept a few women on call, but there were usually three that I kept in rotation.
“It’s room 420 this time,” she said.
“Thank you.” I grabbed the key card.
Vicky would have to be the first of the three that I let go.
Sorry, Vicky.
Vicky had been what I needed at the time. Sexy and discreet. A fun fuck in bed and easy-going when we hung out. A woman who held no expectations, had no agenda, and no interest in getting involved. But most important of all, she was a woman who wasn't Mia.
First Vicky, then Natalie, and Julia will be last. She’s out of town anyway.
It could’ve been premature of me to end all my fuck friends, but I had to focus on taking this chance with Mia. I wouldn’t drop the ball like Tyson and chase meaningless sex. That sort of thing was a dime a dozen.
I’m focused. Mia is mine.
I took the elevator and pulled my phone out, texting and checking up on Mia.
Me: Has he grabbed his stuff yet?
Mia: No.
Me: How do you feel?
Mia: Stupid, but I’ll live.
Me: Do you want me to kill him?
Mia: It would be nice, but no.
Me: Maybe a punch in the face or broken arm?
Mia: hmmm...no, don’t tempt me.
Me: Do you want me to come over?
Mia: No, you have a date tonight.
Me: It’s not a date, Mia. And you’re always more important.
Mia: No. Have fun. I am getting drunk. My brother is almost here. He’ll be in the living room studying.
I ran my fingers through my hair and stepped off the elevator.
Mia wanted to handle this by herself, but I didn’t like her sitting in her place drunk and alone.
Fuck it. I’m taking a chance.
I texted her back.
Me: I’m coming. I don’t care. I’ll be there with more wine and food. Just give me twenty minutes.
Mia: Are you sure?
Me: I’ll always be there for you. We’re...
My fingers hovered over the phone for a few seconds. Things were changing. I wanted to explore the idea of more than a friendship with her, but knew the timing was off. Inside of me beat an urge to take her into my arms and whisper everything I’d always wanted to say.
We must take our time on this.
I finished the text.
Me: We’re friends. I’ll always have your back.
I knocked and then opened the hotel door, dreading what I had to do.
Vicky stood in the center, dressed in fantasy garb.
Shocked, I drank her all in—sea green scales covered her breasts. She wore a tiny gold skirt made of gold skulls that barely covered her bare ass.
I smiled. “You’re Princess Era.”
“Surprise. I know you like that Kingmaker show and was all excited about the release.”
I stepped inside and closed the door. “This was so sweet.”
“Now, we can do some fantasy role-playing.” She clapped and rushed over to the bed. “I’ve got swords and chains and—”
“Oh wow. Chains?”
“I even have an outfit for you.” She grabbed two tiny patches of cloth off the night stand. “See. You’re Mulligan.”
I chuckled. “He tends to wear more than that, but I love the idea.”
Vicky blushed. “You do?”
“Yes.”
We stared at each other for several quiet seconds. Anticipation ran in her eyes while I felt nothing but guilt.
“Vicky, I’m sorry but—”
“What?”
My phone buzzed.
“Hold on.” I checked the screen.
Mia had texted back.
Mia: Thanks, Logan. I’m lucky to have you.
I looked up.
Vicky rolled her eyes. “Let me guess. Does this have something to do with Mia?”
“Well.” I put the phone up. “It actually does.”
Vicky let out an exasperated breath and sat on the bed.
I didn’t even realize I’d told her about Mia.
My stomach twisted. While I’d always been upfront and told her that I only wanted sex, I didn’t like the idea of hurting her feelings.
But in the end, she wasn't the woman I thought about when we fucked.
I looked at her. “Vicky, you’re beautiful and amazing.”
“But, what?” She tilted her head, one eyebrow rising in question. “I’m not Mia. Is that the reason? I don’t even know her, and I hate her.”
“Vicky, I—”
“Just forget about it, Logan. No matter what I do you just think about her. And it’s like she knows we’re together. She’s always texting and you’re always stopping to see what she wants. It’s insulting.”
“I’m sorry. That was wrong. I never knew you hated it.”
A tear spilled from her eye as she stared at me. “I’m in love with you.”
I held out my hands. “What?”
“I’m fucking in love with you, Logan.”
How the hell did that happen?
While I understood that Vicky may be disappointed when we ended, I’d never made our arrangement more than what it was. We’d only been fucking for barely two months, and it had just been weekly moments of sex, no more than two hours. We barely talked. She’d just learned my last name a few weeks ago, but that was it.
In love with me?
She didn’t even know me. I didn’t even know her. She had no idea about my sisters, parents, anything about my private life. She knew about my love of the Kingmaker series, but anyone would’ve gotten that from glancing at my cellphone cover.
“How do you feel about me?” Vicky rose from the bed and slowly walked over.
“I think you’re a beautiful person.”
“Haven’t we had some good times?” She reached out to touch the top of my jeans.
I stopped her hands and held them. “Of course, we’ve had good times, but not the sort to fall in love from.”
More tears fell from her eyes.
How could I explain to her that I needed more than sex to fall in love? Pussy was wonderful. It always tasted good. It never disappointed. Wet and silky, warm and inviting. Pussy was never a bad thing in any moment of the day no matter what happened.
There weren’t many times in life where a heterosexual single guy would say, “Nope. I don’t want that perfectly delightful pussy of yours.”
But when it came down to having that same pussy around and saying no to others, I needed more than just an orgasm. I needed conversation that made me think well beyond the time she said goodbye. I needed a smile that warmed my heart and made me dream about it at night.
“I’m so in love with you,” Vicky whispered. “Why can’t you just focus on me for once and give us a chance?”
“Because it would be a lackluster performance at best.” I shook my head. “I’m sorry, but I don’t feel the same way about you. I think you’re an amazing woman. Any man would be happy to—”
“Oh, save it.” She paced back and forth in front of me. “I spent all week researching that stupid and ridiculous TV show. Kingmaker.”
“Thank you—”
“What type of grown man likes fucking warrior elves?”
“They’re really powerful—”
“It’s a book for kids for god’s sake.”
“It really isn’t. It’s violent with complex intrigue—”
“Oh, shut up about that damn show!” She raised her hands in the air and dropped them. “I forced myself to watch the whole stupid season. Mulliwaggle with his sword. Mulliwaggle slicing off dragons’ heads and roaring—”
“Mulligan,” I muttered.
“I know his damn name.”
“Sorry.”
She stopped in front of me and glared. “I learned everything about Mulligan. And for what? To fucking surprise you, and of course, you don’t appreciate anything because of Mia. Mia. Mia—”
“I think it’s amazing. I really do.”
She jabbed at the air. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to get gold skulls to put on your tits!?”
“No.” I took out my wallet from my pocket. “I could reimburse you the—”
“Now you’re paying me like a whore?” She placed her hands on her hips. “I’m a hooker to you?”
“Fuck no, Vicky. I’m just trying to—”
“Stop yourself from feeling guilty.”
“That’s half right. The other part is that I care.” I pulled two hundred dollars out and placed it on the nightstand where my Mulligan G-string lay. “I heard cosplay for the Kingmaker can be expensive, and I really thought it was amazing what you did.”
Granted, she’d dressed up as Princess Era—Mulligan’s sworn enemy who’d killed his mother—but hey, this wasn’t the right time to correct that. Mulligan would never get his cock up for Princess Era.
Coragon—a demon warrior princess—truly had his heart.
But Vicky had tried, and that was brilliant.
Vicky didn’t take the money. Rage blazed in her eyes.
“I really meant what I said.” I stepped back from the nightstand. “The guy that gets your love will be one happy man. You really are amazing.”
She wiped the tears off her face. “Just not amazing enough for you?”
“I didn’t mean it that way. I’ve always told you that I had strong feelings for someone else. I never wanted to lead you on.”
“Yet, somehow...here we are!” She touched her chest. “Me, with a broken heart, and you running off into the sunset with...Mia. I hope she breaks your heart. I hope she runs you around in circles.”
I nodded, understanding why she was pissed. “I’m leaving. Order anything you want on the room. It’s all on me. I’m sorry about tonight.”
“Fuck you, Logan. I hope she fucking breaks your heart.” She stomped after me. “You don’t know how to love. You just want her because you can’t have her. Once you have her, you’ll fucking be disappointed.”
I opened the door and continued to walk away. Being around my sisters had taught me not to engage. A brokenhearted woman was one of the most dangerous things to behold. It was best to keep one’s mouth shut and leave the area immediately.
I headed to the elevator.
“You don’t even know what love is!” Vicky yelled as she stood half-naked in the hallway.
Another man opened his door and peeked out before closing it.
She rushed back into the room, appeared in the hallway again with a wine glass, and slung it my way, coming nowhere close to hitting me. “I hate you!”
This went well.
I pressed the button to call the elevator up.
“Logan?” Vicky sobbed. “Wait. Let’s talk about this.”
Oh no. I think we’re good to go on the communication side.
I forced a weak smile and shook my head as other people opened their doors to check out what was going on.
“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean that about Mulligan.” Vicky headed my way.
The elevator opened.
I jumped on and pushed the first-floor button faster than I thought I could. There was no way she could get on the elevator with me and take this scene down into the lobby.
She was still half-naked.
“Logan?!”
The elevators closed right as she got in front of them.
Holy shit.
I’d woken up with a simple schedule for a chill day. The morning was supposed to be hanging with Mia downtown. We were just going to grab the Kingmaker books, eat something awesome, catch up on our lives, and then say our goodbyes.
After that, I’d planned to grovel for ten minutes as I watched Mia leave my car. Later, I’d fuck Vicky, get home, check on my sisters, read the book, and go to sleep.
Nothing had gone as planned.
Tonight, Mia was breaking up with Tyson and I was going over there to console her.
Mia will be mine.
13
My Time
Logan
I
t took me thirty minutes to get there. By then, Mia texted me that her brother had shown up. I stopped at a gourmet grocery, grabbed some wine and a meat and cheese platter.
Mia answered the door with a bottle in her hand. She dripped with gorgeous delight—all wild and tipsy—completely letting herself be free.
She’s lucky her brother is here.
She gave me a hug that caught me by surprise. “Thanks for coming back.”
I savored her warmth. “It’s no problem. I enjoy spending time with you.”
She let me go. “How was your date?”
“It wasn’t a date.” I carried the stuff in.
“Then, how was the...just sex?”
“No sex happened.”
Surprise flared in her eyes as she walked past me and headed to the kitchen. I couldn’t help but study the subtle, yet sexy, sway of her hips. Mia’s body was so thick and soft. My fingers throbbed with the need to capture the swell of that flesh between my palms.
She glanced over her shoulder and caught me staring at that ass. “Oh...I...love how you came bearing gifts.”
I set the stuff on the counter. “That’s the only way to come.”
“Well...” she batted her eyes at me. “That is not the only way to cum.”
My cock jerked in my pants. “I see a little wine makes you wicked.”
