Page 42 of 14 Night Tryst

Thinking back to when this all started that night at the bar, I never imagined that our short and fun relationship would end up being so heart-wrenchingly complicated.

“In another lifetime, any other circumstance, I would never let you go, Wildfire.”

Those words kept going around and around in my head, intensifying the heaviness that is sitting on my chest. When I get home, I’m greeted with more darkness and ear-piercing silence which I’m thankful for. I love Hannah and Venice, but I’m not in the mood to talk or answer any questions, so I haul myself into bed. I consider showering before, but I couldn’t bear the thought of washing the smell of him off me yet.

I’m pathetic, I know, but just the notion of his scent lingering on my skin eases the ache somewhat. Lying in bed I stare at my phone, wondering what he’s doing right now. Is he peacefully asleep in his bed or is he lying awake missing me like I am him.

I have work in the morning, and I don’t want to look like crap when I have to head over to the house in the afternoon with Suzan and help her coordinate Logan’s gala dinner taking place later in the evening.

As much I try, I don’t get a wink of sleep the entire night. I toss and turn, even try to read hoping it will help me dose off, but nothing works, so naturally I’m left feeling exhausted from a night of crying. My eyes are red-rimmed, puffy and my face is mottled.

“Sheesh Bitty, what happened to you?” Hannah questions, eyeing me guardedly when I stroll out of my bedroom and straight over to the coffee machine. She’s sitting at the breakfast bar eating a bowl of oatmeal with banana. Her dark brown hair piled up in a messy bun on top of her head, “Are you okay?”

I shake my head and bite the inside of my cheek to keep the tears at bay. “Not really, and I really don’t want to talk about it, Han.”

Hannah drops the spoon into her bowl of cereal and sits upright, her brown eyes full of concern when I turn to face her, “Savi, what happened?”

“Logan and I are over.” Trying to argue with her is futile so I tell her.

Hannah stares at me, her brows knitting. “Oh, what happened?”

Walking over to the breakfast bar I take a seat on the stool opposite her and stare down into my mug of coffee. “Trent happened.”

“Oh shit, did you get caught?” Hannah gasps, her chocolate eyes wide and unblinking.

“No, but we came very close. We were just done having sex, Logan was still inside me when the doorbell went off. Trent showed up completely drunk asking to stay with Logan for a while because he had an argument with his mom and then started blubbering to Logan about how he’s still in love with me and wants me back.”

Hannah gapes at me and presses her hand to her mouth. “While you were there?”

I nod woefully, “Yeah, while I was hiding behind the bedroom door, naked with Logan’s cum dripping down my damn legs. I felt like such a bitch for doing this to him, but God Hannah, you should have seen the look of infamy on Logan’s face while he stood there listening to his son tell him that he still loves me.” I explain, swiping away the tear that streams down my already tearstained cheek.

Hannah winces and reaches out to take hold of my hand. “Oh Savi, you and Logan both went into this knowing it could end at any moment. You agreed to walk away from each other after tonight, right?”

I bury my head in my hands and groan, “Yes, but I didn’t think it would be this hard to let him go, Han.” I cry and shake my head. “I wasn’t under any illusion that he would choose me over his own son and I would never ask that of him, but it just sucks that I finally found the perfect guy for me and I can’t be with him, you know?” I weep into my hands. Hannah jumps off her stool and hurries over to hug me.

“Oh, baby girl, come here.” I bury my face into her chest and cry, my body shakes with hoarse sobs and being the supportive friend that she is, rubs my back and whispers that in time I’m going to be okay.

“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” Hannah says when I pull away and she brushes my hair away from my face. I say nothing and lower my gaze to my hands in my lap and nod meekly, a fresh batch of tears filling my eyes.

“I tried not to, I swear I did, but I couldn’t help it, Han.”

Hannah hugs me again and kisses my temple. The smell of her fresh laundry and lavender body lotion comforts me. “Oh baby, come here I know, I know you did, but it’s a good thing that it’s ended now before you got in any deeper.”

“I’m dreading seeing him at his gala dinner tonight. I can’t even get out of it because Suzan will kill me if I’m not there to overlook while she’s off networking. Trent is going to be there, and I know he’s going to be hounding me to talk all night and then his ex-wife is going to be there too. Jesus, I don’t know how I’m going to keep it together to even get through the night, Hannah.”

“Hey,” Hannah lifts my head so I’m looking at her and she wipes away the tears with the back of her fingers. “You will ace it like you always do, because my bestie is no weak ass hoe. All right, so we’re going to ice that pretty face to reduce the puffiness, get a couple of cups of coffee in you, and you’re going walk out of that door like the fierce bitch you are and run the shizz out that event. You hear me?” I nod and chuckle, drying my eyes with the back of my hand when she grins, flashing me her perfectly straight white teeth. “That’s my girl, come on.” Hannah opens the freezer and pulls out the ice roller that she uses religiously every morning to keep her face looking plump and hydrated and drags me to the bathroom.

Just one more night, Savi.

You can do this.

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Two double espressos,a facial ice roller and way too much concealer later I’m looking a tad more refreshed than I did this morning.

Walking into the office I greet Allie, Suzan’s niece who works the reception desk. She hands me a wad of messages from clients.

“Ah, Savannah darling, you’re finally here.” Suzan drawls when I walk to my desk. What the hell is she doing here so early? She doesn’t usually get to the office till ten o’clock.

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