TWENTY-ONE
Logan
Mom and Joe still wouldn’t budge about Leah’s location, but they had finally broken down and told me her cell phone number was still the same. So that meant she had been getting my texts, and I continued to text religiously every single day, minus the holidays. I was sure she would eventually answer, maybe even pick up on the pattern, eventually. She had no idea just how persistent I could be.
I could still feel the softness of her lips when I had kissed her, still smell the perfume on her skin as I pressed my face into her neck and I could still hear the sound she made while my face had been buried between her creamy thighs. I’d been a fucking fool. I hadn’t had a date since I returned to Boston from the anniversary party, and I regretted everything I said to her that morning that made her run from me.
I thought back over the last few months. I felt like I was going a little crazy. I was sure I had seen her at numerous places around the city—like she was haunting me. Last month I followed a woman into a coffee shop one afternoon, sure it was her, only to find out it wasn’t as I whispered dirty words into her ear. I got my face slapped for that one. I was at the grocery store one afternoon two weeks ago and thought I saw her again, so I followed her right to her car. When she stopped two security guards in the parking lot, I had to do some fast talking to get out of that one. I was almost certain I had seen her twice last week, but this time kept my distance.
I rolled over in bed and looked at the clock. It was just a little after eleven and I still couldn’t sleep. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. Today had been the only day I hadn’t messaged Leah since I started, but that was only because it was Yom Kippur. I planned to only text her on days that didn’t have a holiday or observance.
I checked my calendar and noticed that I was supposed to meet with the interior designer from Preston tomorrow evening after work. My boss was breathing down my neck to get this shoot done for the magazine. Mary seemed positive about her choice of designers after our meeting a few weeks ago. I just prayed that she could get the job done right away and that I wouldn’t have to wait several months.
If that was the case, Jim had already told me if this designer didn’t work out, we would use one of our own. He wanted the spread in the magazine to happen sooner rather than later.
I scrolled through the pictures on my phone and came to the one I took the morning of the anniversary party. Leah stood beside me smiling, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. If I got another chance, I would give her exactly what she wanted, because I was miserable without her. I never thought those words would ever enter my head, the woman literally infuriated me all the time, but maybe that was what I loved about her.
I shut my phone off and threw it back on my nightstand. I closed my eyes thinking back to the night at the hotel. How I laid on the bed after we’d made love for the first time, she was curled up beside me. She didn’t look at me, but I felt her fingers dance down to my already semi hard cock and take it into her hand. She ran her fingers over me, holding the weight of me in her hand and then letting me slip through her fingers, over and over until I was hard as a rock. Then she crawled under the covers and took me into her mouth, absolutely blowing my mind.
I felt the familiar throbbing now and took myself in my own hand, closing my eyes as I continued to think of her lips wrapped around me, her hand jerking me. I could still feel her run her tongue around the head of my cock repeatedly, her tongue piercing adding more sensation than I had ever felt before. I remembered exactly what I had thought of it when she showed me that piercing shortly after she had it done. It had been during her rebellious stage after we had all moved in together. When she stuck her tongue out to show it to me, I got hard just wondering what it would feel like to have her go down on me, but I was only in my teens and barely experienced.
A few more jerks and I felt myself let go, the hot, thick, white fluid shooting all over my abs. I cleaned myself off with the shirt that was lying on the side of the bed and rolled over, finally falling into a deep sleep.
I sat at my desk the next morning working on a house design for a retired couple, drinking my coffee, when my phone rang. “Hello.”
“Mister Lehmbeck, this is Mandy from Preston Interior Design, I am calling to inform you that your appointment today will have to be rescheduled.”
I couldn’t believe my ears, there was no way I could reschedule this appointment. “I’m sorry?”
“Yes, sir, the designer who has been assigned to your project has had an unexpected design emergency come up.”
“When will she be available?” I huffed into the phone.
“Not until the end of next month.”
I glance at the calendar on my desk and scowled. That would be the end of June. “I’m sorry that will not work for me. I won’t reschedule, so you tell her I will be at my property tonight, as previously agreed upon.”
“Sir?”
“You heard me correctly. Tell her she is to meet me at my address when she’s finished with her other appointment. I will wait.” I hung up my phone, my head pounding. There was no fucking way I was waiting another day for the meeting, never mind a month. I was so pissed I couldn’t even concentrate. I was tempted to call Mary to complain, but I doubted it would matter. I needed air, so I grabbed my jacket and ran down to my favorite restaurant for lunch.
I had found the place during my college years and brought all my friends here on a weekly basis for lunch. They had kept me alive during my school years—especially when I was sick—with their homemade soups.
The place was packed and as I scanned the room looking for a place to sit, a man stood up and left his table. I was pleasantly surprised a table was available when I saw a woman sitting behind him who very much resembled Leah. She wore a dark black sweater and she had her face angled down, but something in my gut told me for sure it was her.
She sat playing on her phone, slowly eating the bowl of soup in front of her and sipping on a tea or coffee. I rubbed my eyes to be sure I wasn’t dreaming, but she was there.
“Hey, Logan, you eating in today? A table just opened, I need to clean it off, but if you want it, it’s yours,” Kathy said walking up to the counter.
“Give me a minute,” I said, smiling to her.
“Sure thing, love. It’s good to see you.”
“You too, Kathy.”
I took a deep breath and turned my attention to the girl in the dining area, watching her, she still hadn’t looked up, but I didn’t feel this way the other times I had thought I had seen her. It was Leah. I pulled my phone out of my front pocket and quickly sent her a text.
Leah