Logan Enchanted

by Lolah Lace

  I hated when she ignored me. Feeling rejection from her hurt. I could admit it. It hurt like hell. There was always some guy that she was dating or in a relationship with. I always had to wait my turn. I should be tired of it. I should move on. But I can’t. I love her too much.

  “There’s someone at the door. I’ll call you back.” I hung up on my aunt.

  I got up and walked over to the security camera and intercom. Juan was standing downstairs. I buzzed him up. He didn’t call first, but he probably was nearby. Cheyenne never knew he had dropped by a few times.

  My door was unlocked. He walked in and stopped halfway into the open living space.

  “Hey.” I greeted him and noticed he looked sort of scruffy.

  “I was in the neighborhood.”

  “That’s cool. You okay?” His eyes were glossy.

  “Relationship problems.”

  “Let’s grab a beer and chill.” Was I adult enough to listen to him complain about Chey? I guess I’m going to find out.

  “That’s a lie.” He sucked his teeth. “I know about you and Cheyenne.”

  Okay, this is happening. His face tells it. He knows. I didn’t get any heads up. “There’s no me and Cheyenne.”

  “That’s not true.”

  “Dude, what she tell you?”

  “Dude, I’m not your dude. Why don’t you tell me? Let’s hear your side.”

  “I don’t have a side.” I shrugged. There was nothing to say at this point.

  “Nah you got a side, I can see you got some shit you want to get off your chest. Speak on it bitch.”

  “Bitch, okay.” I shook my head. “I worked with Cheyenne at Wells Fargo years ago. We had a thing back then. I came back to town for her. I knew she had a boyfriend, but I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted that pussy so I got that pussy. I fucked her before I met you. I fucked her after. I will fuck her again.”

  “How many times?”

  “I didn’t keep count. A lot.”

  “You are a pathetic, bitch ass, motherfucker.”

  “I’m that bitch ass motherfucker that was hitting it raw while you were in Texas.” I could see the rage building to a breaking point in his face and body. He wants me bad. We can do this as long as there are no weapons.

  “You hit it raw.” He shook his head.

  “Every single time.” I’m an asshole, a truthful asshole.

  “Congratulations bitch, you’re going to be a father. I wish your bitch ass eighteen years of child support payments.”

  I heard him, but I played it cool. Was he telling me the truth or lying? Father? Child support?

  “If you’re looking for an apology you’ve come to the wrong place.”

  “I’m here to kick your ass.”

  “No dude, that’s not going down. But you’re here. You got your fist balled. Square up.”

  “No problem. I’m going to beat the bro-code into your bitch ass.”

  “Fuck the bro-code! I will give you one shot then I’m going to beat your ass.”

  Juan raised his balled fists. I raised mine. I inched toward him. I was ready to duck his first blow. Instead of walking forward to box me he charged toward me and knocked me down flat on my back. He punched me in the mouth and then in the eye.

  Shit!

  Street fight!

  I flipped him over and hit him twice in the jaw and once in the nose. I jumped to my feet and backed away tripping over the table. He was up and running toward me. I kicked at him, and he grabbed my leg. We both went crashing into the table. We flattened it with our weight. I maneuvered around him and had him in a rear choke submission hold. I had his neck locked in a deadly chokehold.

  This was the motherfucker that was fucking my girl. I always thought of Chey as mine. He was sleeping with her every night and claiming her as his. Cheyenne was everything to me. I didn’t give a fuck about Juan.

  Juan started clawing at my arms and face. He was gagging as he was losing air. I let him go and scrambled to my feet. My guard was up. He was a strong motherfucker.

  Juan grabbed at his neck. He gasps for the air that I had just deprived him of. He wanted to come back for me, but he could barely breathe. I had banged my knee on the table, and it hurt like hell. My eye was throbbing. He got me good in my right eye.

  “You— you are one fucked up motherfucker.” He was out of breath.

  “You showed up at my place looking for a fight.” I was winded. “I gave you what you wanted.”

  Juan staggered further away from me and the smashed up and overturned furniture.

  “You can eat a bag of dicks you hijo de puta.”

  “Yeah, dude. Get the fuck out.”

  “You— can have— that Black bitch.”

  I held in the pain scorching my face as I watched him disappear out my front door. If he didn’t leave, I would have another go at him. He had every right to be pissed. He had the right to want to fight me. But I didn’t like him saying anything about Cheyenne. Calling her a bitch kind of hit my heart.

  I wanted to reach out to her. I didn’t know what to do. Was she sad, upset, pissed or hurt. I wanted to make sure Cheyenne was okay. If he touched her, hit her, I would bury him.

  Dead.

  CHAPTER 32

  CHEYENNE

  I had all night and all day to cry. Juan was gone. He had packed all his things and left me. I couldn’t find one single remnant of him. He even took his toothbrush. I had anger in me, and I didn’t have anywhere to direct it. Actually, I did have somewhere to direct my anger, Logan. He was the reason I was in this predicament and I was going to tell him about it. He forced my hand. I couldn’t let Juan be around him. I had to tell Juan the truth. What I was doing was bad enough, but I couldn’t let Logan deceive him too.

  I got in my car and drove over to his loft. I parked and rang the doorbell like a crazy person. He buzzed me up, and I walked into his open door.

  “We need to talk.” I was furious.

  He was staring out the window. His back was to me. He was standing there in jeans, no shirt, no socks or shoes. He turned around slowly like my tone didn’t faze him.

  “I know what you’re going to say.”

  “No Logan, I don’t think you do.” I was overly irate, but I didn’t know how to reel it in.

  “You’re pregnant.”

  I inhaled and exhaled. “How do you know that?”

  “Your boyfriend paid me a visit.”

  “Juan was here?” I walked a few steps to get a better look at Logan. His right eye was black and blue. No, it was more of a black purplish color. Did Juan do that?

  “Yep. He came by to kick my ass and say congratulations you are the father.”

  “Juan hit you?” My heart lurched.

  “Yes, he hit me. But don’t get too excited. I hit him back. We had a full blown brawl right here in this room.” Logan spread his arms out before letting them collapse to his sides. I kicked his ass.

  I looked around the room. It was a mess the table had been smashed to the ground, and the one chair had been knocked over.

  “When did this happen?”

  “Yesterday, last night. He came by and decided to attack me and give me a baby. Funny you didn’t even bother to tell me I was going to be a father.”

  “You shouldn’t have been around him.”

  “I work at the gym. He befriended me. So you can kill that noise. I am not going to take the blame for your cheating. You fucked me. I have only been with you this entire time. I didn’t sleep with anybody else. You fucked me, and you still fucked him.”

  “He was my boyfriend.”

  “Was?” I picked up on the one word that I wanted to hear. They broke up. That’s all I ever wanted. “You left me in the dark looking like a fucking idiot. You let him come here and confront me and tell me you’re pregnant. You should have told me, Chey. We are more than this. We are friends.”

  Were we still friends? “I haven’t known I was pregnant forever. I just found out.”

  “R
ight and you tell him first. I’m the fucking father, not Juan.”

  “There is no father. I can’t have a baby right now.” Why did I say that?

  “Chey don’t even play with me right now.” His hands flew up to his hair. “At your age. Yeah, you can.”

  I’m not that old. “Logan, look at us. We can’t be parents. We can’t get along.”

  “We get along fine when we’re naked.”

  “You have an answer for everything.”

  “And you have a fucking excuse.”

  “I can’t even be faithful. How can I be a mother?”

  “Christ! Another excuse. I don’t have any parents left. I’m not going to let you do this. Termination of this pregnancy is NEVER going to happen.”

  “It’s my body. It’s my right.”

  “I’m an only child. You are too. I’m not going to let you do this. You will have my baby.”

  “Why?”

  “Because we love each other.”

  “We’re not even a couple.”

  Logan flew in my face. “Look in my face.” He was so close to me I couldn’t help but freeze. “I don’t care what we are. You are having this baby, and there is no room for discussion.”

  “Was this on purpose? Did you get me pregnant on purpose?”

  “No.” I think he was lying. “Not on purpose. I just didn’t care either way. If it happened then, I was okay with it. If you have my child, we are bonded forever.”

  “That’s stupid. You’re not the guy that wants a baby.”

  “Have you ever asked me what I wanted?” He had a good point. “You don’t know what I want. You never asked. You assumed. You looked at me, and you treated me different because of the way I look. You labeled me a player. From the day I came back, all I ever wanted was you.”

  “No, you didn’t. You wanted to fuck me.”

  “Did I?”

  Huh, what did he mean? He said he wanted that over and over. He told me I owed him. Now I’m really confused.

  “Logan you have been playing me from day one.”

  “Fuck day one. Right now I want you, and I want this baby too.”

  “It’s not even a baby yet.”

  “I don’t care. I’m not going to let you abort my fetus.”

  “You can’t watch me twenty-four-seven.” I was being stubborn. I knew I was having this baby. I wanted it from the beginning.

  “I shouldn’t have too. Don’t abort my baby. I want this kid. Don’t you love me enough to keep it?”

  “I don’t know what I want.”

  “Yes, you do. Tell me right now.”

  “I want everything.”

  “I love you. I have been in love with you since the day we met. I’m not going to stop.”

  “How do I know that?”

  “You know me, Chey. I love you, and you love me. I’ve accepted it and I think you should too. I’m an important part of your life. You can’t deny that.”

  “I’m not trying to deny it. I don’t want to get hurt. I can’t control you.”

  “Like you did before.” He was mad again. “Those times are over. Why would you want to control me?”

  “Because you can hurt me. You did it once. When you left me. How do I know you won’t leave me again with a baby?”

  “Leaving you was one of the hardest things I had to do.”

  “So why did you do it? Tell me the truth.”

  “My father died, and I was crushed. I acted okay, but it was hard for me. I was so close to my father. Being with you made me feel so much better. I wanted us to be together but you never saw me as anything other than a friend. I would have waited forever to have a chance with you, but I didn’t have forever.”

  “But you came back after his funeral. Why did you leave again?”

  “My mother died.”

  “Your mother died?” I repeated his statement with a question. “What? When?”

  “Two years ago.”

  “I asked you about your mother when you came back into town, and you said she was good.”

  “I lied. I wasn’t ready to talk about it.”

  “Not even with me?”

  “No, not you. Not anybody.”

  “You could have just said something.”

  “I’m saying it now. I left because my mother had cancer. My mother was diagnosed with stage four ovarian cancer. She had one year to live. I left everything I had here to go spend time with her. She was the only parent I had left. I could not stay here while she was there alone going through the toughest time in her life. I had to spend all of my time with her. She didn’t have my father anymore. She only had me. I couldn’t say that to you. I didn’t want to even say the word cancer out loud. I was too weak to say goodbye to you. I refused to do it. I couldn’t care for my mother and care about you at the same time. I just wasn’t strong enough.”

  “Logan, I would have been there for you.”

  “I promise I can be what you want. You just have to give me a chance.”

  “I want you to tell me the truth.”

  “The truth is I love you. Now it’s your turn. You tell me the truth.”

  “I’m afraid of you, the new you.”

  “Why? Look at me. I’m the same.” Logan grabbed my forearms, and I couldn’t help but stare at his black eye. He fought for me.

  “No, not really. You’re different and you know it.”

  “I can’t change back, too many years have passed. Don’t deny you like the new me. Which is the same as the old me. I don’t know. I’m just me.”

  “I’m not denying it. I just knew the old you better. You were predictable until you left me.”

  “I will never leave you again.”

  “I don’t know that for sure.” Thinking of him leaving again made me sick to me stomach.

  Logan pursed his lips at me. He body tensed and his bare chest muscles flexed. He was too damn sexy. I hated that. Or loved it. I wasn’t sure. It was hard to think.

  “Chey, if you want the fairytale I will give it to you. There is no other woman for me. I want you. I want us. From this day forth I will be the only man you need. I’m the same man I was before. I loved you then and I love you now. I did things that I shouldn’t have to get you back in my life, but I’m not going to apologize. I would have done anything to have you with me, the way I want you, the way I’ve never had you before. All you have to do is pick me, and we can be together forever.”

  Forever?

  His strong arms had wrapped me up in him. My face was smashed onto his warm, smooth chest. It felt snug and serene. He had the best hugs ever. They weren’t soft. They were tight as hell and a few notches from braking your bones. But to me, they were the best.

  “Logan.”

  He pulled away to peer into my eyes. “Yes.”

  “I pick you.”

  Logan bent to kiss me. He sucked me into his mouth and into his life forever. He finessed his tongue the same way he finessed my heart. I had never felt anything close to the love I felt for him. My head and my heart belonged to Logan. I wanted to be with him no matter what.

  “If you’re worried that I’m not going to be a good father, you’re wrong.”

  “I’m not worried about that. I’m worried because babies are expensive.”

  “You don’t have to worry about money.”

  “You’re a personal trainer. Your entire check has to go on the rent for this place. This neighborhood is high.”

  “I’m not renting.”

  “Are you housesitting?”

  Logan chuckled. “No, I bought this place for one point five.”

  “One point five million?”

  “Yes.”

  “What am I missing? Where did you get that kind of money? Are you a drug dealer or something?”

  “Or something.” He snickered until he produced full-blown laughter. “My face hurts when I laugh.”

  “Are you a criminal? I don’t have time for these games.”

  “No games. I inherited the
money. My father died in the car accident. You know that.”

  “Yes.”

  “He left my mother a lot of money. My mother died, and the money went to me. It was a lot of money.”

  “Why would you lie about that?”

  “I didn’t lie. I just got a job doing something I enjoyed. I didn’t enjoy being a mortgage specialist. Honestly, the best part of Wells Fargo was you.”

  There it is. That heart pounding lovey-dovey stuff that Logan would say to make me melt.

  “Chey, our baby is good. Money isn’t an issue. You don’t have to worry about raising our kid alone. I know you and I know you worry a lot. But there is nothing to worry about. I’m going to be everything you want me to be.”

  EPILOGUE

  Picking Logan changed my life. As soon as I said it, everything changed. I was his. He didn’t take me to dinner or anything romantic after I picked him. He sealed the deal by placing his dick in every hole I had just to make sure I clearly understood what being his involved. We didn’t post our relationship on Facebook or tell the world. It started pretty scandalously so keeping it on the low just made sense.

  We were one, a real couple. It was just a fact that was engrained in everything we did. We spent every free moment together. Our bodies started to move as one. I moved into his loft. We were back to the beginning. I was seeing him every day and I loved it.

  After two days of living together, he gave me a ring. He let Sheba pick it. She has expensive tastes. I would have never bought a ring that huge. It was huge and expensive and ridiculously beautiful. Logan proposed, and we got married a week later at the good old courthouse. I hadn’t gained any pregnancy weight yet, so my dress was off the rack. He flew my mother in from Arkansas and surprised me. His aunt came from Florida. I didn’t invite my father. I didn’t want any drama with my mama. My name was now Mrs. Cheyenne Alexis Kilgore. Logan surprised me with a t-shirt that said, Mrs. Calorie Killa. He was so funny. He was my husband.

  My wedding night was exhausting. It seemed Logan tried to make up for lost time. Even though he didn’t want to be called a Prince, he was my Prince. He had always been my knight in shining armor. I was too stupid to see it. I thought my Prince would come in a different package, but I was wrong. My Prince came with alluring blue eyes, thick dirty blonde hair, a huge penis, a fast motorcycle, a bad mouth, a keen sense of reasoning and a wealth of unconditional love for me.