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“Oh, and ditch the boyfriend. You’re too good for him.”

I rolled my eyes and said goodnight, walking past Logan, who stared at me with an unreadable expression on his face.

“I got Raff to help you,” he muttered, his cloudy eyes searching mine.

“Because you were too busy with some girl. Nice,” I shot back, and his face changed.

“Who the fuck are you to judge me? You don’t know anything about me,” he growled, towering over me.

“From what I know, you’re certainly living up to your name in Ellie’s phone,” I snapped, pushing past him.

“What the fuck is her problem?” Logan asked Raff before I rushed into Ellie’s room, finding her passed out on the bed.

Tears stung my eyes as I tugged off Ellie’s shoes, moving her beneath the sheets. I didn’t have the energy to undress her completely, but I rolled her onto her side before flipping on the bed beside her.

I was bewildered by Logan’s asshole behaviour, but even that wasn’t enough to rival the behaviour of my dickhead boyfriend.

Carlisle was getting on my last nerve, and the more I thought about him, the less I felt for him. Maybe it was time for us to take a break or something because I was exhausted.

Chapter Six

LOGAN

“Answer your phone.”

Everything hurt—everything ached.

“Logan?”

I let out a grunt, shifting my body slightly. I was on a soft mattress, but I felt like I was lying on fucking nails.

I tried to open my eyes, but only one of them responded, allowing me a glimpse of the bright white bedroom I was in.

What the fuck is going on?

“Logan, you can’t stay here. It’s been two days, and you know what my dad is like.”

Jenna.

That’s right. Her dad thinks I’m a waster. Not good enough for his princess, who, unlike me, is destined for the dizzy heights of six-figure salaries and Christmas breaks in New York.

I forced myself to sit up, the pain in my ribs taking my breath away. I hissed through my teeth, my fingers stroking the swollen lump where my left eye should be. I tried to open my eyes again, and slowly they focused, but it was clear I was in a state.

“Did you lose?” Jenna asked, a disappointed tone in her voice.

I clearly didn’t fucking win.

“I need to go,” I muttered, wincing as I swung my legs out of bed. In addition to the rib pain, my jaw felt like it had been smashed by a fucking crane.

“You were so out of it,” Jenna continued.

“Where are my clothes?” I sighed, my head swimming. “Fuck, have you got any painkillers?”

“You came in just your jeans. You looked like a warrior.”

“Jenna,” I snapped, massaging my temples. “Can you please get my clothes?”

“Jeans,” she corrected me.

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