for me back home.
“If I tell you, will you let me stay here for a few days? I can’t go back yet.”
“And I can’t risk losing my job over some family drama,” Logan replies.
That’s what I thought. He’s gonna need a damn good reason to delay our return. So I give him what I can.
“I’m trying to get out of a, well, I guess you could say I’m attempting to end a, um, an unhealthy relationship with someone back home.”
“Unhealthy how?” Logan’s voice lowers to ask. “Do you mean someone’s hurting you?”
“Not physically,” I say, then try to find the words to explain. “He’s just incredibly jealous and very controlling and possessive. He was pissed when I left on vacation without telling him...”
“Did he come down here?” Logan asks, smart enough to put together the pieces that fast.
“Yes,” I answer. “I didn’t tell him I was coming because it was no longer his business, but he found out and was angry. So angry that I think he paid the cops off…”
“He had you arrested and held?”
I answer him with a nod so that I can take another bite of my burger. “Yep. He was talking to the cops right before, slipped them some money. Anyway, when I get back home…” I shake my head as I imagine how hard he’ll come at me.
“Do your parents know about him?”
“No.”
“You should tell them. They could help you go to the police and get a restraining order on this asshole,” Logan suggests.
A bark of laughter escapes me because he has no idea who this guy is. Grabbing a napkin to dab at my mouth, I ask, “Do you actually think my parents would believe me?”
“If they don’t, I could help you,” he says confidently.
“It’s not that simple, or I would’ve done it a long time ago,” I explain. While it’s sweet of him to offer, if Logan tries to help me, he’ll end up losing everything, of that I’m certain because I’ve seen it happen before. Twice.
Meeting his blue gaze and holding it, I ask, “Can you just give me a few days here before I have to go back? Please, Logan? If you tell my father I’m out, he will figure it out too.”
“He? The psycho boyfriend?” Logan asks for clarification.
“Yes, and he’s an ex-boyfriend.”
“Does the son of a bitch have a name?”
I shake my head, unwilling to give that piece of information to him.
Logan scrubs both of his hands over his face that looks tired. After all, it must have taken all day to get down here and get me out of jail.
“Logan?” I say his name to get his attention. And it works, so I give him my best puppy dog eyes. “Please?”
Chapter Seven
Logan
I’m going straight to hell.
There’s no doubt about that, because I’m staring at the most beautiful girl who has just been through a traumatic ordeal and my thoughts aren’t entirely pure. Brayden needs to be taken care of, not have a pervert like me drooling over her while my cock swells to epic proportions in my boxer briefs.
“Could you, um,” I gesture to her chest where the collar of my much too big t-shirt is slipping down, revealing more skin than is appropriate. I’m in such bad shape, though, that I can’t verbally finish the sentence, because I haven’t seen a real pair of breasts in months and Brayden’s are really fucking nice.
“You’ve seen me naked, so why does this bother you now?” she asks, but she at least pulls the collar up so that now I can see the outline of her tits through the thin material but much less skin.
“It doesn’t bother me,” I respond quickly, probably too fast. “I just, you know, don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
The truth is that, if you show a man a pair of tits, we all become bumbling, fifteen-year-old boys who can only think with our dicks. Sad but true.
Get a fucking hold of yourself, Logan!
Even if there wasn’t, like, a decade of age difference between us, and Brayden hadn’t just been through several days of hell or wasn’t apparently seeing some possessive asshole, she’s my boss’s daughter, which makes her completely off limits. Completely, I think again to make sure my dick hears, but none of that logic makes him retreat.
“You never gave me an answer,” Brayden says from across the bed as she picks up her bottle of water and takes a long swig. It is good to see her eating and drinking. Already, there’s more