Page 49 of 14 Night Tryst

“Trent, I’m so sorry, but it’s too late. I’m no longer the same girl I was when I was with you,” I tell him somberly. “You hurt me a lot during our relationship. You made me feel like I wasn’t good enough for you which then caused me to question my own self-worth.”

Trent shakes his head and takes hold of my shoulders and draws me against him. “Sav, I’ve changed too, I’m not the old Trent. I love you baby, and I want to be with you, I want to be the man you’ve always needed me to be.”

“Trent, you can’t be the man I need when you’re not the one I want.” I shrug his hold off me and step back. “I’m in love with someone else.” I blurt out and instantly regret it when I see the hurt flash across his face. “I’m sorry, I truly am but you need to move on and forget about me because we’re done, for good this time.”

Trent looks at me woefully for a drawn out second and nods, looking glumly down at the ground and pushing around a piece of grass with his shoe. “It’s really hard to imagine my life without you in it, Sav. With all the shit I had to go through with my parent’s divorce. I was the happiest when I was with you.”

My eyes sting and I step forward and wrap my arms around his neck. “I will always cherish the good times I shared with you, T.” Trent wraps his arms around my waist and buries his face into the crook of my neck.

“I love you Sav, and I’m so sorry for everything I put you through.” I rub his back comfortingly and we pull away.

“I should go back inside before Suzan notices I’m missing.” Trent nods and we walk back inside. He kisses my hand and takes off toward the bar and I head back to the reception room. That bit, but I’m glad it’s finally over.

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After dinnerand Logan’s speech, everyone is fed and in the mood to party. The band plays some upbeat tracks and people dance in Logan’s luxurious back garden. The enormous pool in the garden is converted into a dancefloor with clear top panels that is lit up with an array of colors so guests can dance the night away.

Generally, with events like these after the food is served my presence isn’t needed. The waiting staff start the clean up and continue to serve drinks. My feet ache in these darn heels so I sneak off upstairs without being noticed to take them off for a while. Looking at the long dark corridor of doors I can’t remember which door is to the guest room where I left my clothes and flip flops. This is what happens when I consume one too many glasses of champagne. Every door I open reveals a bedroom, or a bathroom until I open the one at the far end and walk straight into Logan’s study.

Dang it.

I go to close the door and when I turn, I walk face first into a solid form. Ah, that aftershave. My body recognizes it before my brain. I gasp and when I look up I find myself staring into the silver eyes of the man that has stolen my heart. “Logan.”

The door behind me swings open and Logan walks me back into the room, his eyes staring intently into mine as he kicks the door shut with his foot. He looks so intense that I shudder visibly.

“Did you mean it?”

I peer up at him questioningly, slowly backing away as he advances toward me. “Mean what?”

“What you said to Trent.” Fucking hell he heard me. I back myself up against his giant desk and grip the edge as he nears me. “About being in love with someone else? Did you mean what you said, Savi?”

“Yes,” I squeak in response. “Jesus, Logan, you were listening to our conversation?” I ask as he leans forward, placing both his hands flat on the desk, caging me in.

“You’re in love with me?” Logan hisses, staring straight into my soul with those piercing grey eyes of his.

“Yes,” I swallow thickly, dropping my gaze to his lips that are a touch too close to mine. “You weren’t exactly supposed to know that, but now it’s out there yes, I’m in love with yo—” My words get swallowed up when his mouth comes crashing down on mine. We moan simultaneously as our tongues duel as our kiss deepens and becomes more heated. One second, I’m kissing him and the next I’m spread out on top of his ornate desk with his head between my legs and his tongue lapping at my clit while I come all over his fingers and soak his handsome face with my cum.

“I know it’s only been twenty-four hours, but fuck I missed that.” I pant while he presses hot kisses over my inner thighs. Logan grins wolfishly and tugs me down the desk until I’m straddling him on his chair.

“Me too, baby.” I love it when he calls me that. “Eight courses down there and not one of them tastes as good as your pussy.”My God. Taking his face into my hands I kiss him long and deep and he groans, grabbing handfuls of my ass and grinds his cock up into me.

“Mm, you need to go back downstairs before someone comes looking for you.” Logan nods and sucks on my lower lip.

“Fuck them.”

I grin sultrily against his lips and grind my pussy against his throbbing erection. “No, you’re going to fuck me, all night long, Mr. Peirce.”

Logan moans hoarsely, “Fuck Savi, I love you.” I feel my heart light up like a glowstick when I hear those three words from him. We kiss for a couple more minutes and begrudgingly pull apart and straighten ourselves up before we leave the room. Logan walks out first to make sure the coast is clear and pulls me out of the study with him. “I’ll see you after the party, Wildfire.” Logan whispers and presses a soft kiss to my lips before he pulls away and walks off down the corridor.

I press myself against the wall beside the door and close my eyes. Did that really just happen? Did Logan Peirce confess that he loves me? I squeal and press my hands to my chest when my heart flutters wildly.

I don’t know what this means for our relationship—especially with so much still up in the air—but as long as we love each other none of that matters. The party ends around three in the morning and the team get to work cleaning up and leaving the house as it was when we arrived.

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Thankthe Lord the following day is Saturday. I’m so tired I could honestly sleep for a year—well I don’t sleep for a year, but it was late in the afternoon by the time I manage to drag myself out of bed. Logan is spending the weekend with Trent to reconnect, which leaves me time to spend with my parents who I’ve not seen for over two weeks now. I do miss my mama’s cooking and devoured her steak and ale pie.

Sunday night while the girls and I are vegging out on the sofa watching re-runs of gossip girl I get a text message from Suzan requesting me to come in early in the morning.

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