Page 91 of One Night Seduction

“Yezs.”

“No,” Ty says, coming out of nowhere. “She’s cut off.”

“C’mon, man. She looks fine to me. I’ll look after her, I promise.”

His hand is heavy as it rests on my shoulder, and it sends a slimy feeling skating across my skin.

“Get your fucking hands off her,” a deep voice rumbles from behind me.

My vision doubles as I turn to see Logan standing there, his tie loose and dangling around his neck, hair disheveled, and eyes pitch black with rage. He’s so handsome. Why do the biggest assholes have to be so handsome? Why does such a pretty package have to break your heart so goddamn badly?

“Hey, man, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but?—”

In a flash, Logan has the guy’s head cracking against the bar top, his arms pinned behind his back as he presses against his temple.

“That’s my fucking woman you’re touching. So much as breathe in her goddamn direction again, and I’ll bury you.”

“Fuck yo?—”

Logan cracks the guy’s arm in a way that makes an echoing snap. He howls out in pain as Logan tosses him to the floor, his hands cupping my face instantly. I hear voices bickering, but it’s too hard to keep my eyes open and focus.

“Was that necessary?”

“Very. How much has she had?”

“A lot.”

“A lot? That’s your fucking response?”

“Sorry, that doesn’t sound like, ‘Thank you, Ty for letting me know where my woman is even though I don’t deserve to find or see her because I’m a fuck up.’”

“She told you.”

“Fuck yeah, she did.”

“Out, now!” a third voice echoes.

I’m able to force my eyes open enough to see a large security guard quickly escorting Logan out. He reaches for me, pulling me along a few steps before my legs give out. Shit, I’m more fucked up than I realize. Logan pauses, pulling away from the security guard before lifting me into his arms. I slump against him, and he hikes me up a little higher to keep me pinned against his chest before he carries me out.

The night air is cold and pricks at my skin as I shiver. Logan holds me closer like he’s trying to protect me from it. Like he’s capable of protecting me from anything when he’s broken my fucking heart. Or maybe I broke it myself by ever opening myself up to someone who is so completely wrong for me.

I don’t remember getting in the car or where I am. All I feel is the soft cushion of a mattress beneath me and a gentle kiss to my temple before everything goes truly black.

Chapter Thirty One

Logan

I sat outside the spare bedroom all night, just in case she needed anything. I figured she wouldn’t have felt comfortable sleeping in our bed, so I laid her down in one of the spare rooms before kissing her goodnight. I had every intention of going to bed to get some rest after I spent half the night trying to track her down. Then I just…didn’t. Walking away from her felt like I was tearing a hole in my chest. So, I slid down the wall to the ground and I just sat, listened and waited.

Tyson is right. I’m a fuck up, and it’s not something I can say I’m used to. One drunken mistake very well may have cost me the most precious thing I’ve ever been gifted in this life, and I don’t know how to fix it. Well, that’s not true. I do know how.

I already called in a favor with a friend at the hospital downtown. We are scheduled to go in and do a DNA test. When I texted Kelly that I would be picking her up and driving her to the hospital, she seemed irritated but agreed.

My phone buzzes in my pocket just as my eyelids become heavy. I blink them open quickly, pulling it out to see a new text.

Tyson: Did you get her home okay?

I tap out my reply.

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