Iwince. Over the last month, Ihavebeen spending a lot of time at Logan’s, but to be honest, I’m surprised she has even noticed my absence. I feel bad for half a second, then I remember why I have been trying so hard to escape. Her creep of a boyfriend.
Even if he wasn’t in the picture, though, I think I would still be spending just as much time with Logan. I am embarrassed to admit just how much I enjoy being with him. We have always gotten along well, but these past few weeks our connection has deepened to a level I never dreamed was possible.
Fuck. If Mum ever finds out what I have been doing with the man who is still technically her husband, mystepfather…there is no way she would understand.
Logan walks in and gives me a curious smile.
“Everything okay?” he asks.
I nod, tucking my phone under the cushion. “It’s just Mum, wondering where I am. I guess I should go home, at least pretend I’m living there,” I half joke.
“Come back over tonight?”
“I have to work,” I murmur, my cheeks heating.
His eyes darken and I can tell he doesn’t like that idea. We hadn’t spoken about my job at the club since he kidnapped me and took me back here. As much as I’ve loved being here with him, after calling in sick for a week, I know I have to go back to work or I will lose my job. I have no idea how things are going to work though. Does Logan still have me exclusively at the club? That seems pointless now we’re seeing each other but finding Logan hasn’t changed the fact that I need to move out and I need money to be able to do that. I frown, just the thought of being with someone else besides Logan making my skin crawl.
“There’s no way in hell I’m letting my girl go back there,” he grits out. Sinking onto the couch next to me, he pulls me onto his lap.
“I need to work,” I protest, gasping as he grips my ass cheeks and grinds himself against me.
“Move in with me,” he says like it’s the simplest thing in the world. “Problem solved.”
“You want me to move in with you?” I squeak.
“Why not?” He chuckles and nods his head. “I love having you around and you’ve told me how bad things are with your mum. You’re an adult, remember? We’re not breaking any laws. And it’s closer to university. Did I mention how much I love having you here?”
Wow. My heart thumps as I consider his proposal.
Can I actually do that?
I can just imagine how that conversation will go down.
“Sorry, Mum, I’m moving in with your husband, who I’m sleeping with, by the way.”
“Great, have fun!”
“But your divorce…” I protest. “If it gets back to Mum that I’m staying here, she might use it against you.”
“That’s my problem and nothing you need to worry about. Hell, you don’t even need to tell her about us until you’re ready,” he adds, as if reading my mind. “Just say I offered to help you out. Or don’t mention me at all and tell her you’re moving in with a friend, if it makes you feel better.”
Hmm, that’s not a bad idea…
Zoe will cover for me for sure. And it’s not like Mum has seen how tiny her apartment is. If she ever came over, I could say I sleep on the couch…
No. This is crazy…
Isn’t it?
The more I think about it, the more I warm to the idea. The thought of going to sleep and waking up next to Logan every night is very appealing.
“Can I speak with my friend first?” I ask. “I need to make sure she’s okay with covering for me.”
Logan kisses me on the forehead. “Take all the time you need.”
* * *
I textZoe and ask her to meet me at the coffee shop just down from her apartment. She’s already there when I arrive, and two coffees sit on the table. Her eyes narrow as I sink into the booth next to her.