Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 50840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
"Peyton? Baby?" Logan calls from the living room.
I bolt for the back door with my shoes in my hand and my heart pounding like a jackhammer.
"Peyton!" Logan shouts from behind me when I'm halfway there. "What the fuck? Where are you going, angel? What's wrong?"
What's wrong? Is he kidding me right now?
I spin in midstep, launching a shoe at his head.
"Jesus!" He barely manages to duck before it sails into the living room.
"You are such an asshole!" I shout, glaring daggers at him.
"Baby." He takes a step toward me, his face scrunched up in confusion. "What happened? What did I do?"
"As if you don't know," I sniff, clinging to fury so I don't cry.
"No, Peyton." He shakes his head. "I really don't."
"Where's your ring, Logan?" I demand, shooting him a scathing look. "Was last night a one-off? Or do you not wear it because you make a habit of bringing home random women and turning them into homewreckers when you have a wife and baby waiting for you?"
"Shit." He glances over his shoulder toward the living room. "They're home?"
Unholy rage courses through me.
I launch my other shoe at him, watching in immense satisfaction as this one cracks him in the back of his stupid, gorgeous, cheating head.
"Goddammit," he growls, spinning toward me again. He reaches up to rub the back of his head. "Will you stop throwing shoes at my head and let me explain? I didn't mean it that way."
"There's nothing to explain," I mutter, turning toward the door. "You're a cheating asshole. And you can go to hell. End of story." I grab the doorknob, ready to get the hell out of here before he sees me cry. Hell will freeze over before I allow this man to see me cry. He's done enough damage for one night.
Apparently, he doesn't agree. Before I can wrench the door open and throw myself out, he grabs my arm.
"Peyton, it isn't what you think. Stop and let me–"
I don't stop. I don't think. I spin on him, bringing my knee up as hard as I can. It connects with his groin.
"Fuck!" he groans, doubling over. His grip on my arm loosens, allowing me to yank it free.
"Don't ever touch me again," I snap, rushing through the door into the backyard. Of course there's gravel. Of course there is.
I'm in a shoeless hell of my own making.
I hobble across the gravel toward the front of the house, cursing Logan the entire way. If I ever see him again, it'll be too soon. Way too soon.
So I keep telling myself.
Right up until I'm in my Uber and he's chasing after us down the driveway, naked. My stupid heart betrays me then, a tiny piece of it splintering away from the rest.
Serena was right. Logan Moreno is trouble. Too damn bad I didn't take her advice and avoid him before I slept with him and got my feelings involved. Because they're all kinds of involved now. And they are hurt.
"Friend of yours?" my driver asks, glancing at me in the rearview mirror as Logan gives up chasing us halfway down the driveway and clutches his head in his hands, staring after us like he's losing something important. Except…we both know that's a lie.
I wasn't important. I was just something he used to pass the time.
"Nope," I lie, closing my eyes to hide the tears. "I don't know him at all."
Chapter Four
Logan
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Lothario himself." Micah smirks, dropping his shit onto the bench beside me bright and early on Friday morning.
"Fuck off, Micah," I growl, bending to lace up my skates. I'm not in the mood for his bullshit this morning. Actually, I'm rarely in the mood for his bullshit first thing in the morning. But I'm even less so today. He's one of those assholes who loves mornings. And I've barely slept since Peyton dipped out on me yesterday. We have practice today and a game tomorrow. I'm not in the mood for either.
I tried tracking her down to plead my case but couldn't find a single fucking piece of information on her aside from her Instagram. And her infuriating little ass blocked me after telling me to fuck all the way off back to my wife. I don't think she even bothered to read my message.
Maybe I should have led with I'm not married instead of, Hey, it's Logan.
Goddammit. Why didn't I think of that earlier?
Actually, why the fuck didn't I think to tell her about Lauren and Lachlan before I took her home with me? I'm a fucking idiot for thinking I could bring Peyton into my world without explaining the woman and child who live with me half the time.
But the simple fact is, I've spent so long purposefully not talking about Lauren that I didn't even think about filling Peyton in. I just did the same shit I do with the rest of the world and acted like Lauren doesn't exist. That's not me being a dick. That's me honoring my sister's wishes the best way I can.