Logan Enchanted

by Lolah Lace

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  CHAPTER 23

  CHAPTER 24

  CHAPTER 25

  CHAPTER 26

  CHAPTER 27

  CHAPTER 28

  CHAPTER 29

  CHAPTER 30

  CHAPTER 31

  CHAPTER 32

  EPILOGUE

  Authors Note

  LOGAN

  ENCHANTED

  By

  Lolah Lace

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  Dedications

  This book is dedicated to all the loyal readers I’ve had over the years. Thank you sincerely. You discovered me back in 2013 with the Balls To The Walls Erotica Series. And a special thanks to all the readers that left reviews for over 80% of my books. I appreciate you showing up for every book I release no matter what genre I choose to write in at the time. If you crossed over and read my paranormal books under Lolah Lace and Krystell Lake you are truly the best. So many great readers have reached out to me via email, Facebook, Twitter and Instagram and been in my inbox. You make it possible for me to share my gift with you. You encourage me to keep writing. You inspire me to write strong Black Woman characters that are real complex and authentic.

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  This novel is considered romantic fiction with erotic elements or erotic romance. This is for mature audiences only. This book contains adult profane language, violence and strong sexual content.

  PROLOGUE

  I hate men. Yeah, I said it and I meant it. I think I mean it. Why does this same bullshit keep happening to me? Nobody told me that I could only be happy for a few months at a time. I’m so sick and tired of men misrepresenting themselves. If you’re a cheap bastard be a cheap bastard. If you’re a player, be a player. If you’re a hoe, be a goddamn hoe. If you have four kids, claim all your damn kids. I’m so exhausted from all the lies and bullshit.

  I never thought it would hurt so badly, maybe if I was this jaded cynical sister but I’m not. I believe in love. I made a vow that I would judge every man on his own merits. I would never let my past relationships affect the way I treated the new man in my life. I said no matter how much I hurt before I would always be classy, loving and the best girlfriend a brother could ever dream of having.

  CHAPTER 1

  Today was a good day. I took off work early to surprise my boyfriend Darius on his birthday. I had everything planned. I was going to go over to his apartment with the sexy lingerie I bought from Lover’s Lane and give him some hot midday sex. Later that night we would go out to a fancy restaurant.

  I made reservations at this popular steakhouse downtown that a lot of famous people frequent. I also bought him a TAG Heuer wristwatch that cost a little over eight hundred dollars. I’m not rich. I’m just a mortgage specialist at Wells Fargo. Well, I will be. I start my new job in two weeks. I’m currently working at Bank of America. I’m changing jobs to make more money because I like my pockets filled with coins.

  I lived with my mother. She told me I didn’t have to pay rent anymore since she had put the house up for sale. I had my entire paychecks to myself for the last three months. I was able to save a lot of money.

  My boyfriend Darius was an engineer so he made money, much more than me. We didn’t really talk money but I knew he was straight. He always bought gifts for me so I didn’t think I was being a sucker spending that much on his birthday gift.

  He wanted me to move into his apartment with him. I hadn’t agreed to it yet but I was leaning in that direction. It seemed like the next step in our relationship. I did agree to accept a key to his place. Baby steps. I didn’t want to leave my mother alone just yet. I was her only child. She was moving back down South to Little Rock as soon as the house sold. When her father died I knew she didn’t want to live here anymore.

  I was going to stay with my mother until she got on the airplane. I wasn’t going to have her near me soon enough. I wasn’t going to see her every day and I hated thinking about it. She was the only parent I had.

  The men that came before Darius hurt me. I had baggage and insecurities I tried to hide them best I could. I didn’t know if moving in with my guy was a good idea. I thought about it a lot but hadn’t come to any sound concrete conclusion. My mama was letting me save my money and she was going to give me half the profits from the sale of her house so I could get my own place if I chose to.

  It was so hard being at work knowing I was going to surprise Darius with midday sex. I also hoped he liked the watch I bought. I worked a half hour away from his apartment. I called him at 11:45 to make sure he was at home. He always took the day off for his birthday. I couldn’t let on that I was coming over. It was supposed to be a surprise.

  I drove to his apartment and thought about how lucky I was to have such a fine, smart, hard-working man. Darius was sexy as hell. He was six-two and slender like a basketball player. He wore his hair real short with these little waves that laid flat on his head. He had this nicely groomed goatee that reminded me of Morris Chestnut. He had the darkest sleepy bedroom eyes that hypnotized me every time I saw him.

  We met when he was visiting his grandmother at the nursing home and rehabilitation center where my grandfather was living. I bumped into him in the parking lot. His grandmother had just had hip replacement surgery. He was such a good grandson. All the certified nursing assistants were drooling over him but he asked me out. We have been together ever since.

  I felt extra sexy with the lingerie under my work clothes. I couldn’t wait to jump on Darius’ big dick. Yes, it was big. The biggest I had ever had. I had a few in my twenty-five years. Sex with Darius was the best I ever had. He was a few years older tha
n me and he knew exactly what he was doing in that regard. To say I’m dick whipped is an understatement. He put it down every single time.

  I pulled into his apartment complex parking lot at 12:35. My face was frozen into a smile. It was nice to be happy and content in a relationship. After my last relationship with the last boyfriend, I felt really lost. My ex was a huge asshole. No, really, his name is now asshole. It’s nice to be with a good man.

  I listened to Miguel’s song Adorn all the way to Darius’ place. I was humming it as I walked to the elevator. I removed his apartment key from my purse. When I got to the door I let myself in. All the lights were off. Maybe I missed him. He could be at the gym. I never checked the parking lot for his car.

  The blinds were closed and the sun was trying to shine through. Darius liked it dark in the house. His furniture was black. His bathroom décor was dark gray. I loved the light and light colors. But this was his place and his space. If I moved in, that was going to have to change.

  I placed my purse on the couch and that’s when I heard it, the sounds, the moans. They were coming from the bedroom. My smile dropped but I was hopeful it was the TV. What else could it be? He always had the TV up so loud and he had a small collection of old porn. There was the off chance that he was masturbating. Something I had never known him to do but it was possible.

  Why was I tiptoeing? Why was I moving so slowly? The moans were definitely from a woman. Darius had a deep voice.

  I was in the doorway of the only room where the lights were on. There I was, standing there with cement blocks on my feet instead of Elie Tahari ballet flats. I had stopped breathing. My eyes were fixed. I felt the tears forming but I tried to hold them back. I had a ground level seat to the freak show. Apparently, it was general admission and I wasn’t the only one with a ticket. My boyfriend was lying flat on his back underneath some whore.

  This slut was riding his dick. She was naked as a jaybird. She was a real skinny bitch with a long ass weave that was pulled up in a claw-clip. They were really enjoying themselves. They never noticed me standing there. I couldn’t hold my breath any longer. My chest wouldn’t allow it. With my gasp came the loud sound of air rushing in and out my lungs. Maybe I was hyperventilating. I didn’t know since I never did that before. Now they could hear me. Now they decided to stop fucking. Now they have the nerve to look at me with downright shock. They didn’t have the right to be shocked. The shock belongs to me.

  What should I do? Decisions flashed in my mind but never took hold. I wished I were the type of woman that would run to the bed and drag the hoe bitch off my man. But I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t cuss. I couldn’t even get a real fully formed tear to leap out and protest this injustice. I was a dead fly. All I could do is die in my spot, on this carpet, in this asshole motherfuckas apartment, looking like the biggest fool in the fool hall of fame.

  “Cheyenne.” I heard my name and it snapped me out of my daze. Maybe it was a haze. I don’t know what the correct wordage is for this ridiculous bullshit. I felt like I was in a Tyler Perry TV show. This is not my life. This is a soap opera.

  Darius made direct eye contact with me. His face was— I don’t know. I couldn’t figure it out. I didn’t want to figure out a damn thing. I wanted my motor skills to return to me.

  And just like she was nothing, he pushed the bitch off him and out the bed. My eyes followed her. She had no ass, no tits, and she was crack-head ugly. I think I would have felt better if she was fucking Beyoncé but she was an ashy brown, skinny bitch with the body of a teenage boy.

  She was scrambling to put her clothes on. I realized Darius had already slipped his boxers on and he was stalking toward me.

  “Cheyenne.” He called my name again. I looked up at him, shirtless, sweaty and reeking of sex. “Cheyenne.” He was pleading with me now. He grabbed my forearms and stunned me with his brutish touch. I shouldn’t have let him get that close.

  “Stop saying my fucking name.” Now I had words. “Who— the fuck— is this?” BITCH! I decided against calling her out her name. She probably didn’t even know he had a girlfriend.

  The bitch was dressed in a red form fitted, long, tank dress. Why did the bitch pick that dress when she had no form to fit it? I would love to know.

  “I’m Keisha.” She was talking to me and sizing me up. Was she waiting for me to introduce myself? Nope, not today. Not ever hoe.

  “Yeah I’ve been fucking your man and sucking his dick.” She rolled her eyes at me. “Apparently, you ain’t doing it right.” She barked from the other side of the bed. Darius acted like he didn’t even hear her. He never even broke eye contact with me to acknowledge her squeaky voice.

  I was not in my right frame of mind. I wasn’t ready. I mean I should pop off and whatnot but I just couldn’t. I was like Elsa— Frozen.

  Keisha slipped her ashy feet into her cheap beauty supply store flip-flops.

  Her mouth opened again. “Darius, I ain’t got time for this bullshit. You need to control your girlfriend. You giving bitches keys and shit. You is a dumb ass.”

  So the tramp knew I existed when I didn’t know about her at all. Side bitches always jumping off the sidelines.

  Darius turned his body to scoff at the chicken-head tramp. “Keisha get out!”

  He had the nerve to be upset. He forcibly moved me away from the doorway so she could walk past me on her way out the door. That didn’t happen. She attacked me, like a wild gorilla, like a coked out stripper.

  I was out of her reach. He was protecting me with his body. She hated that I was being shielded from her blows. She started beating him in the back of his head as compensation. I quickly backed away and into the hall. Her wild fists were flying and coming close to landing on me. I wasn’t trying to have that.

  Keisha was fighting Darius like he was some random stranger off the street. Not the man she was just having sex with. I was bewildered. Maybe I had missed something. Maybe I wasn’t the girlfriend after all. Maybe she was.

  I was supposed to be the one bashing him upside the head, cussing him out and snapping. But no, it wasn’t me. It was this trick ass bitch. What the fuck is going on here? This was crazy.

  I guess I could have helped him with this dime store hooker. Nope. I was glad that ghetto beast was clawing him to death and not me. I scurried into the living room and grabbed my purse off the couch.

  I turned back and I saw Darius’ hands around her throat. He was choking her like really choking her. She was flailing her hands and arms. Her legs were kicking out in the air. I should do something but I’m not that big of a person. Fuck that slut monkey. Kill the bitch! I can just testify at his murder trial.

  I made sure to slam the door behind me as I made my exit stage left. My heart was crushed, blown to bits. Like I said, I hate men.

  CHAPTER 2

  I was moping around my mother’s house for about a week after finding some slut riding my boyfriend’s dick. My mother had a lot on her mind with the sale of the house. I couldn’t bring myself to share what happened. I felt stupid.

  Just a day after I caught Darius cheating, someone put an offer on my mother’s house. She was really happy about it. I didn’t want to spoil it for her. Behaving like nothing was wrong with me was my way of dealing with the pain, the hurt, the betrayal.

  I was starting a new job and with the sale of the house I was going to have to get an apartment now for sure. I was glad I had enough money saved up for first month, last month and the security deposit.

  I didn’t foresee the breakup happening. I was glad I was prepared financially. Emotionally everything was happening so fast. Just a week ago I thought I would be moving into Darius’ apartment. But my plans changed and people do too. Sometimes I think I never knew him. I swear I thought I had a good guy this time around. My judgment was messed up. It always has been. I wonder if it has anything to do with my lack of a father.

  I didn’t expect to be single. I didn’t expect to be ou
t here on my own trying to figure out my next move. I thought I had a plan. I thought I had a rock solid relationship.

  ***

  It took me a week but I had the good sense to make an appointment to see my gynecologist. I couldn’t remember seeing a condom on Darius that day. I was too shocked by the whole thing to focus on rather or not he used protection with that skinny tramp. I told my doctor’s receptionist what happened because she was cool like that. She booked me an appointment.

  I had been dodging Darius calls for seven days since the breakup. My mother figured out that me and Darius broke up. She didn’t pry and I appreciated that. I wasn’t in the mood to replay, discuss or give an abridged version of it to her. I was okay with being depressed.

  My mama told me I was going to have to talk to him, especially if I wanted to get my stuff back from his apartment. I wasn’t sure how badly I wanted my stuff. My favorite curling iron was over there. My favorite flat iron was over there too. I figured that when I returned the wristwatch I could just go buy me some of those Chi irons. I just had to remember to take the watch back.

  I was stronger than I thought I would be. I had only cried my eyes out the day after I caught him. I went to dinner with my friend from Trinidad, Sheba. She made me feel better. She cussed Darius out in Trinidadian creole. I laughed at the words I could make out. It felt nice to laugh after what he did to me. Sheba offered to take me over to his apartment and help me gather my stuff. I wasn’t ready for that. I might need her support but I wasn’t sure I wanted to be bothered. I could always buy new stuff.