Logan Enchanted

by Lolah Lace

  “Cheyenne works with a lot of girls. She can hook you up?” Juan offered my matchmaking services.

  “You still at Wells Fargo?” Logan knew the answer to his question. Asshole!

  “Yes, I am.”

  “I don’t remember there being any hotties.” Did he just say hotties? “No offense but there wasn’t much to choose from when I worked there.” He shrugged.

  “No, bro it’s different now. Right babe, last Christmas party there were a few dimes.”

  “Were there?” I raised an eyebrow at Juan.

  “You know that I mean.” He tried to clean it up. I was only pretending to care. I wouldn’t set Logan up with anybody.

  “Logan.” I pressed my lips. “You could just date the girls at the gym. You work at the gym right?”

  “Yeah but I don’t shit where I eat.” All the guys seemed to think that was funny.

  “What does that mean?” Hold your temper girl.

  “Babe, he doesn’t date the girls he works with,” Juan answered for him like they were besties. I’m not even having that. They can’t be cool. This isn’t some weird ass threesome.

  “Yeah.” Tommy’s Taye Diggs looking ass had to add something. “That’s not a good idea. You have to date outside of your general surroundings. I met Sheba at a House Music Festival. I don’t even like House Music.”

  “I’m okay being single.” Logan explained. “I’m good. I wouldn’t want anybody telling me what to do. Where I could go and if I can ride my bike or not.” Logan’s eyes burned right into me for all to see. Asshole! Stop eyeballing me!

  “Oh, babe that shot was for you.” Juan instigated the tension I felt with Logan. If only he knew. I take that back. I hope he never knows. That would hurt him.

  “I know, but I can take it. It’s all good.” I faked a smile. “So Logan, tell us what’s your type of woman? We know she has to like motorcycles.” I wanted to put him on the spot. Make him feel as uncomfortable as he was making me. I just hoped it didn’t backfire on me.

  “I don’t think I have a type but—” Logan started laughing to himself.

  “But what?” Tommy was on the edge of his seat.

  “But Juan your sister is—”

  “Fuck you. Don’t say it. Don’t say it.” Juan laughed it off.

  “She asked,” Logan explained by blaming me.

  “I did ask but his sister?” How inappropriate. Cheating is inappropriate let me jump down off my high horse.

  “All women are beautiful in their own way.” Logan tried to clean up his mess or maybe he believed that.

  “Oh shit, you say that poetic kind of shit and you’re still single.” Juan teased.

  “I choose to be single. I need a woman that accepts me for me. I’m not trying to be anybody else. And she has to deal with that. That’s the kind of woman I need in my life. The women I meet are fake.”

  “I hear you but not all of them. My girl is one hundred percent real.” Tommy had to rock hard for Sheba. That’s the kind of man he was.

  I had enough. I decided to eat hot wings with ranch dressing and stay in my lane. I let them talk about sports. I didn’t interject and I didn’t interfere. I sat there like a good little girlfriend. I waited for Logan to say something out of pocket but he didn’t. Good. If he did, I would have turned that damn table over on his sneaky ass.

  CHAPTER 30

  I survived last night with the fellas and I lived to tell the tale. Sitting at a table with two guys you slept with was nerve wrecking. I woke up next to Juan, and I still hadn’t figured out what I was going to do. I was that chick that had a wondering eye. I was the fast-tailed girl old ladies talked about in church. Juan was a good guy but he would never be able to forgive me. To forgive cheating is one thing but a baby? Telling him gave me an out. The more a thought about it, the more I thought I wanted to escape.

  Juan got out of bed and showered. He was going to the gym and that gave me some time alone. I would have a chance to call Sheba. I had to tell her how Logan bum-rushed Juan. It wasn’t an actual bum-rush. I don’t know what psycho bullshit Logan was on. I just knew I wasn’t fond of the games.

  I heard the doorbell ring. I hopped out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. I pulled back the shower curtain. Juan’s toned wet body was slathered was body wash.

  “Your doorbell is ringing.” I could have said someone is at your door. Why did I use that choice of words?

  “He’s early. Let him in.”

  My next question was who but Juan turned his back on me and started washing the soap from his hair. I had a terrible feeling as I turned and left the bathroom.

  The doorbell rang again. I scurried to the front door. I hadn’t looked in a mirror or brushed my teeth. I had the good sense to look out the peephole this time. I opened the door for Logan. He stepped inside right away. He probably knew I would try to block his entrance. He closed the door behind him.

  “Hi, Chey-Town.” Logan smiled with his perfect teeth just to taunt me.

  “Logan.” I didn’t miss a beat. What the fuck is he doing here? What is this?

  “Where’s Juan?”

  “Shower.”

  “Oh, I’m a little early.”

  Early for what? “What the fuck are you doing here?” I murmured.

  “Gym. Personal trainer. I train people.” He smirked.

  I rolled my eyes. “Personal trainer, that’s what they call stalking nowadays.”

  “No bra.” Logan reached up and grabbed my breast. I slapped his hand away. Bastard! I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, and my t-shirt was damn near transparent.

  His other hand grabbed my wrists and twirled me around. His front side was smashed into my backside. He had shoved his hand in between my legs. I tried to break free, but he had eased a finger inside me. Fuck, two fingers.

  “Logan stop.” I tried to whisper. Juan just couldn’t hear us. This was just too disrespectful.

  His face was pressed into the back of my hair. “This pussy is dry. You wake up wet when you’re with me.”

  I try to pull his hand from my crotch by tugging at his wrist. He was in so deep I was hunched over and standing on my toes.

  “Get your fucking fingers out of me,” I mumbled through gritted teeth.

  “Shhh!” He was trying to keep me still, but I was fighting his ignorant ass. His fingers swirled inside me, and I got moist. My nipples tightened and burned.

  “Ohhhh.” I involuntarily sighed. My body was betraying me. Right here in Juan’s house. Logan’s fingers strummed out magic. I was on the verge of dropping to my knees. I couldn’t stand him, and I couldn’t stand up on my own two feet. I couldn’t take this anymore.

  I heard the water in the shower stop. Logan must have heard it too because he removed his fingers and backed away from me. He turned his back and started tinkering with his cell phone.

  I rushed into the kitchen to catch my breath. I had to get away from him.

  “Logan.” I heard Juan’s voice coming from the living room. “I need a few minutes.”

  “Cool. I’m a little early.”

  “It’s cool.”

  “Let me get my gym bag and threw something on.” I heard Juan walk away leaving my traitor ass, ex-friend Logan alone.

  I walked into the living room from the kitchen. Logan was sitting on the couch looking like he hadn’t done anything wrong. He had a huge grin on his face. He raised his fingers to his nose. He took a whiff of my scent before placing the two fingers that had been deep inside me in his mouth.

  My pussy throbbed. It still ached for release. I had to get away from him, or I was going to cry. I was feeling overwhelmed with emotion. I was letting some sex-crazed lunatic run my life.

  “Stay away from my boyfriend.” I forced the words out through clenched teeth although I was quite sure he wouldn’t listen to me.

  “Suck my dick and I’ll think about it.” He whispered and grabbed the huge bulge that was perched in between his inner thighs.

  “Fuck
you.”

  “I miss you.” He muttered as his eyes burned into me. I backed away from his enticing glare. I was afraid. Was Logan going to rat me out to Juan? He had taken this too far. He took it to another level. I can’t do this anymore.

  I turned and walked away from him. I went into the bathroom. I started the shower and locked the door. I wanted to wash Logan’s hands off me.

  After a few minutes, I heard Juan yelling on the other side of the bathroom door. He said he was leaving and he would be back in about an hour. I yelled okay.

  My shower was long. I toweled off and made a call to Sheba. I needed to share. I needed some insight. I needed to unload my drama.

  “What’s up girl?” Sheba answered the phone in good spirits and I wished I felt the way she did.

  “Logan—”

  “Hold up. Stop.” She went silent.

  “What?”

  “All you talk about is Logan. You can’t be this slow.”

  Insults really? “What?”

  “Just admit it. Admit you love him. Admit you want him.”

  “Fine, I want him. If I could choose, I would pick him. But he doesn’t want me.”

  “I don’t believe it. How do you know that?”

  “I know. He only wants to have sex with me. He doesn’t want anything else.”

  “I don’t believe that. I know that’s not true.”

  “How would you know that?”

  “He could be a personal trainer anywhere. He came back here to this random, regular-ass town for you.”

  “What?”

  “Stop saying what. You wanted a promotion and you went and got it. You wanted a better apartment and you went and got it. You wanted to meet your father and you did that shit. Now Logan is here. What are you going to do?”

  “I’m going to have his baby.”

  “You, you are pregnant?”

  “Yes.”

  “By Logan?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m not sure what to say. Maybe it’s a sign.”

  “A sign that I’m stupid?”

  “Don’t say that? Do you want to keep it?”

  “I do. I just don’t want to actually admit it.”

  “When are you telling Logan?”

  “When am I telling Juan?”

  “That too. You know he’s going to break up with you as soon as you tell him.”

  “Yeah I know. Maybe that’s what I need. Maybe I’m supposed to be by myself just like my mama.”

  “Maybe you are supposed to be with Logan.”

  “I’m at Juan’s. I’m going to call you later. I don’t want to be here when he gets back.”

  “Okay, call me.”

  “I will. Bye.” I ended the call. Telling Sheba made me feel better. It was out there in the world now. There was someone to hold me accountable for my reckless actions.

  ***

  When Juan came home from the gym, I was gone. I couldn’t stay there. I went home and invited him over to my place for dinner. He arrived around six. We ate and went into the living room. I made sure I was sitting far away from him.

  “Hey, why are you so far away?” He noticed.

  “I have something to tell you.”

  “You have to say it from so far away?”

  “You don’t want me close to you.”

  He smiled. “What?”

  “I have to tell you something.”

  His face fell flat. “Shit, was it the doctor. What did he say?”

  “Juan, I’m sorry.”

  “What the fuck do you have?” Frown lines adorned his forehead.

  “Look, I— I—”

  “Fuck Cheyenne, what?”

  “I cheated on you.”

  “What?” Juan leaned forward on the couch.

  “I cheated.”

  “Cheated? You fucked somebody else?”

  “Yes.”

  Juan leaped from sitting. “You cheated and you have an STD.”

  “I don’t have an STD.”

  “Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Who? What? You don’t have any STD’s?”

  “No.” I stood. I wanted to go to him but I knew better.

  “But you fucked somebody.” He ran his hands down his face and blew air through his lips. “When?”

  “Um-um.”

  “Um. When?”

  “Months ago. Before we said we were getting tested.”

  “Are you still fucking him?”

  “No.” I shook my head. “It’s over.”

  “Over? How many times.”

  “It’s over. It doesn’t matter. He is no one.”

  “There’s no way you fucked a random stranger. Who is he?”

  “Nobody.”

  “Where did you meet him?”

  I didn’t expect this barrage of questions. I expected him to just get up and leave. “Juan.” I started crying, and I didn’t even know tears were on the way.

  “Cheyenne, you just broke my heart!”

  “I’m sorry.” I was sorry. I didn’t want to hurt Juan but the truth was growing in my belly.

  “If it’s over with this guy, why would you even tell me?”

  “I didn’t want to lie to you.”

  “You already did that. What was one more lie?”

  “I had to tell you the truth.”

  “Why? To clear your conscience? To make yourself feel better? I feel— I feel like fucking shit. I feel so stupid.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “I swear every fucking girl is a thot!”

  I deserve that. “Juan I just had to tell you.”

  Juan rushed me and grabbed both of my wrists. He looked me in the eyes. “Why are you crying?”

  “Because I’m sorry. I made a mistake. Cheating is never right.”

  “Who did you sleep with? What’s his name?”

  “It doesn’t matter.”

  Juan started shaking me. “Stop!”

  “Who?” Juan was aggressively shaking me now. My neck was whipping around.

  “Stop! I’m pregnant!”

  Juan dropped my wrists and backed away with two huge steps. “What?”

  I wiped the tears. “I’m pregnant.”

  “Shit! It’s not mine, is it?”

  “No.” That NO cut him deep. Not my intent but the reality.

  Juan looked up at the ceiling. “Oh, my god. I am the biggest idiot.”

  “No, I’m the idiot. I messed up. I didn’t know this was going to happen. I went to the doctor, and he said I was pregnant.”

  “So you cheated without a condom.”

  “Yes.”

  “How many times did you fuck this guy? Was it one guy, two guys? Was it a gang bang?”

  “Juan don’t say that.”

  “Do you know who the father is?”

  I got silent.

  “Who is it?”

  “Look, Juan, it was a big mistake to cheat.”

  “Okay, enough! Who is it? I deserve to know the truth.”

  He did deserve it but— “Logan.”

  Juan chuckled. I knew it was a reflex reaction. His face went from hurt to pure anger. “Fuck! Fuck!”

  “Juan, I’m sorry.”

  “You are a fucking bitch! Pinche puta!”

  I didn’t know much Spanish, but I did know he just called me a fucking whore. “It was a big mistake.” I rushed toward him and tried to wrap my arms around him. I thought he needed a hug. He fought me off and pushed me aside. His strength forced my body to the couch.

  “Don’t even fucking touch me again.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Do you know how much pussy I turned down for you? I was trying to marry you. You are carrying Logan’s baby.” He said it like he just couldn’t believe it.

  “I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t lie to you.”

  “Do you love Logan?”

  “I know Logan.”

  “Yeah, you love this guy. You gave him what you never gave me. I don’t care.”

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nbsp; “Juan please don’t –” Don’t what? I didn’t know what to say.

  “It’s over. I don’t love you anymore. I could never love someone like you.”

  “When did you stop?”

  “Just now. I look at you, and I feel nothing. The love drained right out of me. I would never— I could never forgive you. I don’t see love when I look at you. I see a fucking used up mayate puta.”

  Juan stormed from the room. He knocked over a floor lamp on the way to the bedroom. I sat on the couch crying like I had been shot. He raced through the room and went into the kitchen. He had a box of garbage bags in his hand. He disappeared back into the bedroom. He was packing his things. I could hear him moving about but I couldn’t see him.

  He had clothes and shoes in my bedroom. I couldn’t find it in me to throw myself at his feet or grab his arm. I couldn’t do it. What did I expect him to do? What did I think would happen? Juan was a great guy. I couldn’t keep lying to him. I couldn’t let him be friends with Logan. I was ashamed that I felt a sudden sense of relief.

  The time passed quickly. I listened to him knock things about. I don’t know how long it took him to get his personal things together. He was back in the room with me.

  “The stuff you have at my house. I will box your shit up and mail it to you.” He barked.

  “Juan please don’t do it like this. I can come by and get my things.”

  “You did it puta. You fucked us up. If you ever come near me I will call my cousin Angel. She won’t give a fuck that you’re pregnant. Don’t make me call her.”

  “I’m not afraid of Angel.”

  “Those tattoo tears aren’t a fucking decoration.”

  “Juan.”

  “Don’t contact me. You are dead to me.”

  I watched him haul two garbage bags of his things out my front door. He was half way in and half way out. He forcefully threw my door keys across the room. I had the duck before they hit me in the face. When I looked up from cowering, he was gone. A ton of emotions hit me but I was relived it was over. I could just raise my child by myself. I could just go on with my life, a life that didn’t have to have a man in it.

  CHAPTER 31

  LOGAN

  I was on my cell phone when I heard my doorbell ring. I hoped it was Cheyenne. Maybe I pissed her off enough that she would show up here. She always put me second. I hoped things would be different this time around, but things were just the same.