Page 4 of 21 Week Hiatus

Suzan's typically calm and collected eyes are now wide with shock, nearly bulging out of her head in response to my bold rebuttal. “Love?” she scoffs. “Logan Peirce is in love withyou?” She lets out a sharp, bitter cackle that sends the hairs at the back of my neck on end.

As if the idea of Logan falling for someone like me is the most ridiculous thing she's ever heard. “Wow,” she continues, licking her lips. “You poor thing. Here I actually thought you were one of the smart ones. A driven young woman with a promising future ahead of her.” She tuts and shakes her head disapprovingly, her icy gaze scanning my face. “Turns out you're just another naive sugar baby foolish enough to chase a fantasy. Because let's be real, Savannah, the only thing you have to offer a man like Logan is a good time. He’s not interested in a future with you. He loves your youth and what's between your legs. He’sclearly going through a mid-life crisis, and you my darling, are nothing more than a pass time—a fleeting fling for him that he will soon tire of and discard before moving on to the next floozy that bats an eyelid at him.”

A fiery retort burns on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t bring myself to speak. Her venomous words struck a chord within me, resonating with my innermost fears. I can’t deny that those same thoughts have crossed my mind. What ifI amjust a fleeting source of excitement? Something new and exciting that reminds him of his youth. Will he eventually grow bored of me once the novelty wears off?

Even though I’m scared about where we are or where our relationship will go from here, I refuse to let this snooty bitch see my reservations, so I push those thoughts aside and keep my facial expressions passive... at least I hope that’s how it appeared on the outside.

“I’m sure it would please you greatly to believe that, but you don’t know Logan, and you certainly don’t know a damn thing about our relationship or how we feel about each other.” I say as I reach over and pluck out a tissue from the black box sitting on her desk and hold it up between my index and middle finger. “Here, you should wipe that jealous look off your face, it’s really not a good look on you.” I add with a smirk and watch in satisfaction when her face contorts as I drop it at her feet before I turn to walk out of her office.

“Savannah,” Suzan calls out my name as I reach the door to her office. I stop and turn to look back at her. “You can clear out your desk on your way out. I hope you know what you’re giving up for him darling, because as of this moment your days working as an event planner are over. I’ll be making sure of that.”

So much for women empowering women.

I nod and force a smile on my face. I have no doubt that she will use her influence to get the word out there and make it impossible for me to find another job in any event management company in the state of California. “Oh, I’m sure you will, just don’t go overexerting yourself too much on my account, will you? And good luck finding another lackey to make you and your precious company look good. Without mearound, you might actually have to do some work to warrant the credit.” And with those final words I walk out the office.

“Come on, Logan, why aren’t you answering.” I huff as I kick the front door of my apartment shut and set the box full of my things from the office on the floor by the entrance.

‘Hi, you’ve reached Logan Peirce. I am currently unavailable to take your call. Please leave a message and I’ll come back to you as soon as I can.’

Pinching the bridge of my nose I pace back and forth. “Logan, it’s Savi, I really need to talk to you. Please call me back urgently.”

“Bitty?” I spin around when I hear Hannah’s voice and she approaches me, a concerned look on her pretty face while she gathers her long hair up into a messy bun. “What are you doing home? Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“No, I got fired,” I grouse, looking down at my phone while I continue to anxiously pace the very short length of our living room.

“What?” Hannah gasps as she walks over to me. “What do you mean you got fired? Sav, hey, stop pacing for a minute and explain this to me properly will you please?”

I let out a deep sigh before I meet her gaze. “My boss caught me and Logan kissing at his fancy dinner, and she didn't just fire me - she went and told Trent's mom about us. Now Trent knows and I can't reach Logan to warn him.” I explain irritably as I glance down at my phone again, hoping for a message from Logan. “I don't know what to do, Han. Should I go to his place?”

Hannah shakes her head and places a hand on my shoulder supportively. “No, I wouldn’t do that. If Trent knows then it’s likely too late and he’s already confronted his dad.”

I gnaw on my lip while panic starts rising in my gut. “You think so?”

Hannah nods gingerly, “I mean, I could be wrong, and I hope for your sake I am, but if I were Trent I would be pissed and gunning for an explanation.”

I close my eyes, feeling overwhelmed as my mind races through all the worst-case scenarios. “Oh God, this is terrible. Logan and Trent were just starting to rebuild their relationship. This could tear them apart and it would all be because of me.”

Hannah watches me pacing back and forth. I suppose I should have known this could happen. I can’t just sit here and wait to hear back from him, I’ll lose my mind. What if he doesn’t call me back?

“Sav—”

“I can’t just sit around here waiting. I need to go and see him, if he is with Trent I should be there, right?” I don’t even wait for an answer, I pick up my purse and make a beeline to the front door.

“Sav, wait—” Hannah calls out after me, but I’m in no mood to listen, so I wave her off.

“I’ll talk to you later.” I shout back, opening the door, walking out and pulling it shut behind me.

The radio plays softly in the background, but my mind is too consumed with worry to really hear it. The road blurs in front of me as I drive, the cars and pedestrians pass in a dizzying blur. My knuckles turn white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. I don’t even recall how I manage to make it in one piece to Logan’s place because I must have been driving on autopilot or something. My mind keeps conjuring up awful scenarios which is adding to my anxiety. I’m really praying that I'm just catastrophizing and it's not as bad as I'm anticipating.

God, this really sucks.

Why am I panicking and feeling remorseful when Logan and I did nothing wrong? We didn't intentionally set out to hurt anyone, we’re merely puppets of destiny.

If I’m being completely honest, I'm more concerned about the dynamics between him and his son and how that might affect our ownrelationship. How will Logan react? I couldn’t care less about what Trent may think or feel about the situation, especially since he never once offered me the same consideration after he dumped me. Allfourtimes.

As I pull up to Logan’s driveway in front of his house, I heave a sigh when I notice its empty—no sign of Trent’s car. Killing the engine, I step out of the car and hurry over to the front door and knock a couple of times.

I shift restlessly from foot to foot as I coerce myself to knock again. A shaky breath escapes me as I rapped my knuckles against the wooden door. My breath catches in my throat, and I suddenly forget how to breathe while I wait—which felt like an eternity—until the door opens and I see Logan standing before me, a bemused look on his handsome face.

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