Page 92 of The Lost and the Found

Hayden

Clarissa Jones stoodin front of us in nothing more than a trench coat. And she left very little to the imagination.

She was just as beautiful as I remembered her, not a single hair out of place. Her makeup was minimal, because she didn’t need any help to enhance her features. Not with her naturally blushing cheeks, fair skin, and big blue eyes. She looked relaxed, like she had spent her days getting pampered, and that being barely clothed in the cold Chicago winter was a regular occurrence.

I was sure I didn’t look like her. I didn’t look relaxed; I looked tired. And even though my swollen eyes from the night before had gone down considerably, it couldn’t disguise how not put together I was.

I didn’t even bother with makeup this morning; a decision I was coming to regret. And the fact that I was still in my work shirt, with the bar’s logo on it, made me feel even out of place, especially standing next to Logan in his casual, yet very expensive, outfit.

My arms became lax around Logan, and I would have stepped away from him had he not tightened his arms around me.

“I asked you a question. What the hell are you doing in my apartment?” Logan sounded furious, and that should have made me feel better, but it didn’t.

“I let myself in.”

“I never gave you a key to this place.”

“I had one made when we were together. And you were always so careless with the elevator code…” she trailed off with a shrug, as if what she said wasn’t a big deal. I was angry on Logan’s behalf.

“Get out. The only reason I’m not calling the cops right now is because your father happens to be a really good friend of mine. And don’t bother coming back. I’m having my locks changed.”

Her lips trembled and her big eyes watered. I shifted on my feet a little, uncomfortable with witnessing her obvious breakdown. Was this what being with Logan did to a girl? Would I be like her one day, should he decide to ever leave me?

I moved away from him, catching his eye—even I could see his desperation in trying to make me understand that he did not want this, want her.

“I won’t ask again. Whatever you think we have has been over a long time.”

Her eyes flashed with anger. The change in her happened so quickly, I was experiencing whiplash just seeing it. She turned those angry eyes on me, and Logan walked over to me, putting himself between us, like he was protecting me. Like he was afraid she would hurt me.

I didn’t blame him. She really did look unhinged.

“Because of her?” Clarissa pointed an accusing finger at me, and I scowled.

“Logan broke up with you way before he ever met me. So whatever it is that broke you up, it has nothing to do with me. And from where I’m standing, it looks like he wants nothing to do with you. So do yourself a favor and leave before you embarrass yourself even more than you already have.”

“You bitch! Logan and I were in love until you showed up.” She turned to Logan then. “I’m still in love with you. Please, baby. Whatever you think you have with her, whatever past you two may share, it couldn’t compare to what we have.”

Logan grew stiff from her words. “That’s enough. Leave.”

I shook my head. “You’re ridiculous. Logan and I don’t share a past. And you’re making a fool of yourself, begging Logan to love you.”

She looked at me before turning to Logan, a knowing smile on her face. “I had her investigated, you know.”

Logan let out a torrid string of curse words that would have made even the devil blush, while all the color drained from my face. She had me investigated? So, she knew of my past. I was never ashamed of my past, of what I had to do to survive, but to have someone like her, someone who had grown up with money, know just how little I had, knew of the distance between Logan and me, both in finances and in status, made me feel as if I lost somehow.

Logan pulled out his phone. “I’ve had enough of this. I’m calling security and having them escort you out. And if the media ever finds out about this, I’ll let you explain to your father how you’ve embarrassed him with your actions.”

She grew pale from the threat. “Logan, please. Don’t do this to me. We had something real, something special. I know you still care about me. I came here to beg you for another chance. Just one more chance. I know you still think about me.”

She pulled her coat off and threw it on the floor. I looked away, uncomfortable, while Clarissa did nothing to cover herself. She was very comfortable with her naked body, going as far as walking over to Logan and thrusting her breasts into his face. Never mind the fact that I was still standing close to him.

Logan, for his part, looked as uncomfortable as I felt. He tried to push her away without hurting her, only he didn’t know where to touch. I would help, but Clarissa had about seven inches on me and was at least twenty pounds heavier.

“I can share you with her,” Clarissa said then. “We can both please you at the same time. I know how much you like that. To have two women under your command.”

I moved away in shock. I knew Logan had much more experience than I did. But just how much more? Did he like threesomes? And would sleeping with just me be enough for him? Because I knew I would never be able to include another person in our sex life, even if it was for Logan.

Finally, he got hold of her shoulder and pushed her away. Logan turned to me and pointed at his phone on the couch. He must have thrown it there when Clarissa threw herself at him. “Call security, Hayden. And then call her father. He’s listed as Eric Jones in my contacts.”

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