Logan Enchanted

by Lolah Lace

  How does he know that? “I could stop using condoms with him. Then you wouldn’t want to sleep with me.”

  “You’re never going to do that. You got chlamydia from Darius and you have trust issues when it comes to men.”

  “You are a fucking asshole to even bring that up. I told you that in confidence. How could you bring that up?”

  “It’s just me and you here. I never repeated it to anybody.”

  “Damn it, Logan.”

  “I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

  “It sure seems like you do.”

  “I just want my old friend to do what I say when I say it.”

  “What in the hell?” My neck did some straight Ghetto shit.

  “I want your tight pussy back in my bed.”

  I gave him the overactive thyroid eyes. “You don’t even respect me or my relationship with Juan. You want to be my friend. Friends respect each other.”

  “I respect you. I just demand our friendship to be sexual. I want it back. I miss you. I care about you. I miss you more than you will ever know. I want our closeness back. You don’t want that?”

  Did he just flip this into something sentimental? Damn you Logan Kilgore! He was really fucking with my heart. Of course, I miss our friendship. When he left, it was worse than any breakup I ever had. I cried my eyes out when he left me.

  Deep breaths. Iyanla, fix my life. “I want to be your friend only. I would prefer your friendship over everything else.”

  Logan paced the floor in front of me. This went on for about two minutes. What was he thinking about? What was he going to say?

  “Can we start this conversation over?”

  “Yes of course.”

  “I want to apologize. I don’t have to be a jerk. I can act like the sex didn’t happen if you can.”

  Ummmmm okay. “Yes, I can. Let’s act like friends. Let’s just start over.”

  “Okay. Are we supposed to hug or handshake or something?”

  “Handshake.” I extended my hand to him. He took it and yanked me to my feet. We shook.

  “So we can hang out together?”

  “Yes in public places. No sleepovers.”

  “Fine. That works for me.”

  This was odd. He had made a complete turnaround. Now I’m thinking he has multiple personalities. I wasn’t sure if I could believe him. I did know I felt less guilt. I didn’t feel like such a damn super slut anymore. It was one slip up and a half. Just one point five. Everyone deserves a second chance. Me included. Logan only gets one more. I’m in charge.

  CHAPTER 22

  It was time for me to tell my little raunchy business to Sheba. I needed to tell her what I did. She was my priest. I had held it in for over twenty-four hours, and now it was time for me to confess my sins.

  There was no better place than the food court at the mall. We both ate Chinese food and I waited until I couldn’t fit any more food in my mouth.

  “I cheated on Juan.”

  “What? Cheated like how?”

  “I had sexual intercourse with Logan.” I needed to be technical.

  “How did that happen?” She pursed her lips and raised one eyebrow.

  “I went to his place, and he was real aggressive.”

  “Logan, aggressive.” She gave me the side eye.

  “Yeah, he was acting like a completely different person than the old Logan. He was all over me. It was like I just had to do it.”

  “You just had to. Girl bye. So was it good?”

  I hung my head down. Then got the courage to look her in the eyes. “It was really good. He was, I don’t know, he was just so damn good at it.”

  “Good at what?”

  “Fucking.”

  “Damn girl. You serving me lemonade flavored tea today.”

  “I know. I know. My mind was telling me no. But my body was telling me ye-e-ah.”

  Sheba started singing. “Once upon a time not long ago. You was a hoe.”

  “Fifty Shades of hoe-osity.”

  “Was he better than Juan?”

  “So much better and different. But I don’t know if my mind was playing tricks on me because I hadn’t seen Logan in years or was he that good or was he just new.”

  “Was he really that good?”

  “Yes, he was.”

  “How big was the White man dick?”

  “Big.”

  “Bigger than Juan.”

  “Yes big like Darius.”

  “Oh for real.”

  I shook my head. “I feel extra slutty.”

  “Why? Girl stop. You should just feel regular slutty, not extra.”

  “No no, I’m a super-sized slut. I went back the next day and he ate me out.”

  “Chile, he was supposed to do it all that first time.” She waved her hand out in front of me.

  “He didn’t use a condom.”

  “Why not?”

  “He just jumped inside me raw. He was in there. It was too late. What was I going to do?”

  “Damn Logan like fuck it, I don’t need a seatbelt.”

  “Right. He claims he knew I used condoms with Juan.”

  “What are you going to do now?”

  “Nothing. It happened. It’s over. We talked and agreed to just be friends.”

  “Really?” Sheba’s nose twitched.

  “Yep, I’m fully committed to making my relationship with Juan work. You know that.”

  “Logan didn’t say anything to you about hooking back up?”

  “Nope, he is ghost.”

  My cell phone buzzed on the table. I had a text, from Logan. I opened the cell to read the text.

  [Hey Chey.]

  “It’s Logan texting me.” I looked across the table at Sheba.

  “What he say?”

  “He said hey. Should I respond?”

  “Yeah.”

  “What should I say?”

  “Say what up big dick.” I hoped she was joking.

  I texted. [What’s up] I hit the send button.

  [Yesterday was fun. I want more. U do too. Let me know when.]

  I read his text twice and then flipped my phone around so Sheba could read it.

  “Look at this shit.”

  “Damn Logan is going hard.” Both of Sheba’s brows inched up.

  “What should I say? We agreed to be friends.”

  “Do you want to see him again? You know, like that.”

  “No.”

  “He’s probably is still in love with you.”

  I smacked my lips. “Even if that was the case, that was three years ago. He is not holding onto the past. He looks like a damn fitness model. I’ve seen him naked. His body is ripped. He could have anybody he wants. He doesn’t want me.”

  “You don’t know that.”

  “He just got back in town. He is just trying to get him a steady booty call. I’m not the one. He’s just being lazy.”

  “Logan is not like that.”

  “You don’t know this new Logan.”

  “He was such a nice guy. I can’t believe he has changed that much.”

  “He has. I have a man. I messed up one time.” Well two times, one point five times. “I’m not doing it again.”

  I started texting him. [NEVER! We agreed! I have a boyfriend.]

  [LMAO! Sure u do. I guess I will cum thru when I want to bend u over.]

  “Motherfucker.”

  “Oh, what he say?” I handed her my cell and watched her read his text. “Damn he ain’t playing with your ass.”

  “He is not going to show up at my door. I’m not having that.”

  “He used to do that all the time.”

  “That was then.”

  “He probably thinks he can just show up like before.”

  “I got a man now.”

  “Yeah yeah. You got a man. Who you trying to convince, me or you?”

  “Whatever.”

  “I just hope he doesn’t show up when Juan is there.”

  “So now I�
�m scared. Thank you for putting that image in my head.”

  “Don’t be scared.”

  “Juan is not a punk.”

  “Seems like Mr. Kilgore isn’t either. Just text him tomorrow and ask him to meet you somewhere so you can talk. Logan was your best guy friend. Tell him how you feel.”

  “I did that already. I don’t want to be alone with him.”

  “Well if you mean it. If you want to stay away from him, block his ass and keep it moving. He will eventually move around.”

  Did I really want Logan— to move around? “Right, he doesn’t really have a choice.”

  Tough talk from a weak woman. I need to think about what I’m doing. This is messy.

  CHAPTER 23

  I didn’t block Logan. I just ignored him. I went to the gym less and when I did it was when I knew he wasn’t there. If that blue and white BMW bike was parked in the parking lot, I didn’t go inside.

  I was feeling good. I had ignored Logan for a week and he stopped texting and calling after that. I was three weeks without him, and I felt cool. Juan was sleeping over a few nights a week, and we were acting like we were ready for the next level in our relationship. Shacking up. We talked about it.

  I had the gym all to myself. I was getting it in on the elliptical when my cell phone buzzed. Sheba.

  I answered my Bluetooth. “Hey.”

  “Where you at?”

  “The gym.”

  “Don’t get mad but I was there at lunchtime.”

  “Where?”

  “The gym. All the guys were in the gym playing ball.”

  “Why would I be mad about that?”

  “Logan was in there playing with Juan.”

  I slowed down my pace. My heart started beating like crazy. “What do you mean, playing with?”

  “Okay, so I’m nosy. I saw Juan go into the gym. Then I saw Logan go in there about five minutes later with some of the other trainers. So I got my ass off the treadmill and acted like I was going to the water fountain. They were in there playing basketball, girl.”

  “What?”

  “Yes, ma’am. They were on the same team. I was like hell naw. So I’m watching them in the cut. They were shooting baskets and high-fiving and all kinds of hotmess-foolishness.”

  Pressure. I felt it and I could not go on anymore. I looked over at the entrance to the gym, and I saw him, Logan.

  “Sheba, I’m going to call you back as soon as I get out of here.”

  “Okay girl. Just be cool. It didn’t look like he said anything. Juan looked fine.”

  “Okay, bye.” I ended the call and diverted all my attention to my former friend Logan.

  He was hanging all over the front checkin desk. He hadn’t noticed me. His complete and total attention was on the girl behind the desk. She had been working here for months. She was short with long black hair and dark eyes. I think she was Filipino. She collected towels in the locker room and she was sometimes stationed at the front desk. Logan was smiling. I could see his turned up mouth. I couldn’t see her face but her body language was that of a woman enthralled with the man before her.

  Fire filled my heart. I wanted to jump off this damn elliptical and confront him. I had one crucial question for Mr. Calorie Killa. Why was he playing basketball with Juan? He couldn’t pretend he didn’t recognize him. Logan stalked my Facebook page. He had even admitted it.

  I tried to stay mobile. I was working my legs and arms and trying to figure out my next move.

  I removed one hand. I used my index finger and started tapping away on my cell screen.

  [I need to talk to you.] I hit send.

  I watched him at the desk. I hope he had his cell on him. He was wearing gray sweat pants and a tight ass red t-shirt. The little chick he was talking to had walked away. Logan looked down. His cell, he had it in his hand. He looked at it and slipped it back in his pocket.

  Did he just ignore my text? He did. Logan walked away from the front desk. He was headed in my direction. His entire body screamed conceited and cocky. He walked by the first row of exercise bikes. He was coming my way and he walked right past me. He was so close I could have reached out and touched him. He didn’t even look my way or acknowledge my presence. I was pissed. I know damn well he saw me. There weren’t even that many people in here.

  He walked right on by and disappeared into the men’s locker room. That’s it. I couldn’t take anymore exercise. I stopped moving and stumbled my ass off the elliptical. On route to the women’s locker room, I texted him again.

  [Logan I know you soo me.] I hit send and sat on the bench staring at the locker that housed my clothes. Shit! I meant to type see. I made the correction.

  [see]

  I unlocked my locker and removed my gym bag. I had worked out enough to bust a sweat. I grabbed my bag and went to the adjoining bathroom to wash my face.

  [So] My eyes bulged reading his rude response. My fingers went wildly tapping.

  [I NEED TO TALK TO YOU NOW!] Yes, I was yelling in all caps. I didn’t give a damn. I was mad hot.

  [Now lol] He was laughing out loud.

  [Logan stop playing.]

  [I’m outside]

  I grabbed my gym bag off the sink’s counter. I left the locker room and headed for the front door. Logan’s motorcycle was parked right out front next to two other bikes. He was standing next to his bike talking to some Black guy that worked at the gym.

  I walked right up to them.

  “Later Taye.” Logan exchanged a fist bump with the guy.

  “Peace.” Logan’s little friend walked away and I waited until he was far enough away from us to speak.

  “Logan, what are you doing?”

  “I’m standing here. What the fuck do you want?” His voice reeked of annoyance. Really?

  “Why were you with my boyfriend?”

  He chuckled. “With Juan Pedro?”

  “Stay away from him.”

  “Make me.”

  I was too shocked to speak. Why was he talking to me like this? “Logan.”

  “Get the fuck out of here.”

  “Who do you think you’re talking to?”

  “I am talking to your fake ass.” Did he just say that to me? Did he just say that period? His smirk was two seconds from getting slapped away.

  “Logan stop acting like a bitch. Leave my man out of this.”

  “It’s basketball. I don’t care about you.”

  “Well stay away from Juan.”

  “Go fuck yourself.”

  Before I could come up with an insult the front desk girl walked up and was hardcore eyeballing me.

  “Hey, Logan. You ready to go?” She asked as she gave me her meanest mean girl once-over.

  “I’ve been ready.” Logan poked his lips at me. Logan removed his helmet from his motorcycle and handed it over to Miss Thriller in Manila.

  I stood there for a second and watched as they ignored me. Logan gave me the ‘move bitch, get out the way’ glare.

  I backed away and walked over to my car. I tossed my gym bag in the trunk and sat inside my car. I watched him and his skank ride out the parking lot on his bike. I sat in my driver’s seat for a minute and suppressed the urge to cry. He was so mean to me.

  Logan hurt my feelings. How in the hell did that happen?

  I started the car and drove myself back to my apartment.

  CHAPTER 24

  Seeing Logan with that Filipino girl bothered me. I’m not sure why but I’m sure I wasn’t supposed to feel that way. Jealous.

  I was too upset to call Sheba when I left the gym. His words hurt and so did his lack of words. Juan was coming over so I wanted to bathe and get cleaned up. He was going to spend the night. I needed to feel his arms around me. I needed the comfort and protection that only he could provide. I really just needed a distraction from Logan. I needed to focus on my relationship with Juan. I needed to repair what I damaged before he could figure out what happening behind his back.

  I called Sheba a
few hours later when I was in the bathtub with a full glass of wine. She put me on hold as soon as she answered.

  “Hey Cheyenne, you still here.”

  I had spaced out for a minute. “Yeah, I’m here.”

  “Sorry had to grab something.”

  “I saw Logan at the gym. I talked to him.”

  “What he say?”

  “He was such an asshole.”

  “Logan? Did he tell Juan he hit it?”

  “No, but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to.”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “Well, I don’t know for sure. He’s acting stupid and mean.”

  “You want me to call him and ask him what’s up?”

  “Would you?” It was childish and immature but she offered. “He won’t talk to me.”

  “Okay, girl I got your back. I’ll call him on three-way but you have to be quiet. Hold on. I’m going to click over.”

  “Wait, you have his number?”

  “Yeah I got it off his business card. He gave it to us when we went for drinks, remember?”

  “Yeah, I forgot.”

  “Okay be quiet let me call him.”

  I heard the click. I listened as the phone rang.

  Then his deep voice. “Sheba.”

  “Logan, what you doing?” Sheba’s voice was casual.

  “I’m waiting for you to reprimand me.”

  “Haha, Logan, Cheyenne said you was being mean to her.”

  “She was mean to me first.”

  “Logan you know she’s very sensitive.”

  “She told you we slept together?”

  “Yeah.”

  “It was a big mistake.”

  “Well, I don’t know about all that. I just know you guys need to be nice to each other.”

  “She stopped talking to me. She doesn’t want to be nice to me.”

  “What do you mean by nice?”

  “I made a mistake. I should have never touched her. The friendship is over. I’m over it.”

  “If she’s over it and you’re over it, then what’s the problem?”

  “I don’t have a problem with Chey. She wants me to keep her little secret. I didn’t have any reason to rat her out. She is worried for no reason.”

  “She’s worried because she knows you were talking to her boyfriend.”

  “Talking? We were playing basketball. I work at a gym. I talk to everybody.”