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Nathan has taken a seat in the middle of the floor, but I can feel him watching me.
After I place the drink on the table, Logan comes up behind me so close that we are practically plastered against eachother. “Your little friend is watching. I don’t know why you’re wasting your time. I could tell from one look that it would never work.”
I turn around to face him. “Why is that? I should only be with assholes like you who treat me like a yo-yo? Fuck you, Logan.” I push his chest, causing him to step back and giving me room to walk away.
The rest of the night is constant chaos. Between running drinks, Nathan trying to stop me to talk, and Logan staring holes through me, my nerves are fraying. I drop Nathan’s latest drink off to him and he grabs my wrist before I can leave.
“I haven’t been to a place like this before. Could I pay a little extra and have you hang out for a few minutes?” He reaches for his wallet.
“I’m not a stripper, but I can send one over for you.” His hand is still wrapped around my wrist and I tug a bit, but he doesn’t let go.
“I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that—”
“Let her wrist go now.” I don’t even need to look to know that Logan is standing behind us.
“I have this one, I don’t need you swooping in.” I give him a look telling him to leave.
“I’m not going to say it again. We have a rule here that women are only touched if they okay it. She has obviously tried to pull her hand away. Let go or I’ll make you and then toss you out on your ass.” Logan takes another step forward.
Nathan lets go of my wrist and I rub at the spot that’s now red and a bit sore. I didn’t realize how tight he was holding me until now. Nathan stands up and is nothing when compared to Logan. “I wasn’t hurting her. I know her and was just talking.”
“I will make a strong suggestion that you just get the fuck out. Now.”
Nathan looks as if he might reply, but he doesn’t.
“I’ll see you around, Mackenzie.” Nathan leaves without looking back.
I turn to Logan. “You can’t have it both ways. All this back and forth is exhausting and it’s making my fucking head hurt.”
I walk to the back, needing to breathe because whenever Logan is around I feel like I can’t.
The door to the dressing room opens and I know it’s him.
“Logan, I’m serious. I can’t keep doing this with you.” I turn around to face him.
The way he’s looking at me is completely different than anything I have seen from him lately. He looks like the boy I used to know. “I don’t know why I’m here.”
“That makes two of us.” I move to walk past him, but he doesn’t move. “Get out of my way.” I shove him, but he doesn’t move. I push at his chest again. “Goddamn! Why are you like this? You don’t want me, so just leave me alone!”
Before I know what’s happening, he has stepped into the room, kicked the door closed, and picked me up. One of his hands grips my neck as he kisses me and backs me against the wall. I try to pull away, but he holds me in place, his mouth trailing down my neck, and I can’t hold in the moan that escapes.
“The problem, Kenzie, is that I have never stopped wanting you. It consumes every fucking inch of me.” His head rests against my forehead. “It’s fucking torture seeing you everyday. Wanting you. Needing you. Walking away from you.” His face turns hard again.
The moment is done.
He puts me down and walks away from me.
I sit on one of the chairs and start to cry.
I can’t keep doing this.
Maybe I do just need to leave town.
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Logan
The second the door shuts behind me, I’m already regretting walking out.
