Broken

by Teigen Harper

  Logan races us up the stairs, kicking the bedroom door closed behind us, and in that time, his lips never left mine. I unwrap my legs from around his torso until my feet hit the floor. I need to get his clothes off, now.

  As I grab the hem of his shirt, his eyes catch mine. “You are so fucking sexy,” he whispers as he leans in, his lips finding mine again.

  Forgetting about the shirt, my hands move to the button on his jeans, and I pop it. I rip down the zip and push them down along with his boxers, and his shirt is next to hit the floor.

  Logan turns me around and undoes the button that keeps the blouse on. Other than that, and my skirt, I have nothing else on. When I was getting changed before heading to the party, I knew I’d want him to have fast, and easy access to me.

  Once they’re piled on top of his clothing, his lips are on my neck, his arms around my waist.

  Again, he turns me to face him, and when he does, his mouth crashes down onto mine. I don’t want him to make love to me, I want sex, the kind you have on a one-night stand.

  He must sense my urgency because he picks me up and presses my back against the wall. I don’t need foreplay, I just need him.

  As his hand lifts my thigh, he thrust up and into me, causing me to lose my breath. “Shit,” I tense.

  “You okay?” he asks against my lips.

  “More,” I breathe, and he does as he’s told. He thrusts a few more times before taking us over to the bed, where he lays me out before him.

  Leaning over me, he thrusts harder and faster. Each time he pushes inside me, I come and closer to my climax. My legs wrap tightly around him, my lips on his shoulder. Desperately, I want to kiss him, but I’m out of air.

  As he keeps fucking me, I murmur, “Shit” I breathe heavily as my body is pushed over the edge. Logan is thrusting harder and harder until my body begins to shudder.

  His grip tightens on me his thrusts continue deeper still, and I feel his body tremble with mine. He tells me how much he loves me, and he relaxes on top of me. I love his weight, I love how it feels, it's as if I’m protected by the world when he lays on me this way.

  WE DID END UP MAKING love, soon after and Logan took his time, but while he spoons me afterward, I ask, “What was with Lucas and Abby before?” I press a kiss to his arm.

  “When you came up to shower and change,” he pulls his arm out from under me. He rolls me on my back so he can look me in the eyes, “Which holy hell, you looked so fucking hot. If you hadn’t been stuck in the house for a month and you didn’t have cabin fever, I would have brought you straight up to bed.” I chuckle because he's so serious. “Don’t laugh, every time I saw you tonight I was sporting a semi, it was killing me. When those bitches went up to you, I was just about to pick you up and take you into the bathroom. Don’t get me wrong, it’s hard to watch you and not do anything about when we’re out, but you were and are drop dead fucking gorgeous.” His lips are back on mine, and he's hungry for more and now, so am I.

  After another romp in the sheets, I catch my breath and gaze up at him. “We’re hopeless,” I laugh.

  His hand cups my cheek. “Hopeless and in love. What could be better?”

  My smile widens, “Absolutely nothing.” I press my lips to his and then ask, “So, what did you say to Lucas while I was showering?”

  He blinks a couple of times as if he’s in a daze. “Oh, yeah. He does love her, you and your mom were right about that. I told him Abby wouldn’t wait around forever, and that she's hot to a lot of guys at school. We both know how many offers she’s knocked back waiting for him. I also told him the clock was ticking. He needs to figure it out, all of it before she’s gone from his life.”

  My hand rakes through his hair. “I hope they work it out, I don’t want to lose the one friend I trust because he's an idiot.”

  Logan nods in agreement. “I also told him how you'd be put in the middle, and he agreed that you don’t need that stress.”

  My smile widens. “Thank you.”

  “I love my brother, but you, you, I want safe and happy. That’s my priority.”

  WHEN LOGAN FELL ASLEEP, I slipped out of bed. I was exhausted, but my mother was here, she was trying to be a mom to me, so I wanted to help her by going through the papers Gary the private investigator had sent over. My head began to pound from reading and from staying up so late. I was huddled on the floor in front of the bed my lamp is the only light.

  While I'm on the finishing end, I jump when Logan’s feet appear by my side. I didn’t even hear him move. “Baby, what are you doing?” he asks as he lowers himself behind me, his legs spread out on either side of mine.

  “I wanted to have a system. Something so the lawyer didn’t waste time. I want him out of my life. I want him gone for good.” I take a long deep breath and let it go.

  Henry hates the man I love. He was never here to see me, he didn’t care about me. It hurt me to know that the man that doted over me when I was just a small child had cut me out of his life.

  “What system do you have set up?” I can hear that he's still tired.

  My head turns to look at him. “Go back to bed. You’re exhausted.”

  He presses a kiss to my temple. “If I help you, then it can be done quicker, and you can sleep too. Come on, talk me through it.” He gives me one more kiss, and we get to work.

  He was right, with him helping, it halved the work, and just half an hour later, I was wrapped up in his arms, and I closed my eyes.

  Chapter Ten

  Hayley

  Late that morning, Logan hopped into the shower with me, and when we finally emerged, we got dressed and headed for the kitchen. I needed some bacon, fast.

  Logan sits at the counter reading the sports section, and I turn when I hear voices. Very familiar voices.

  When I see that Lucas and Abby are holding hands, I try to hide my smile. Normally, they act as friends the morning after, but whatever was said between them after Logan, and I left the party last night, changed their whole dynamic.

  “Morning,” I chirp. “You two hungry?” I turn back to focus on the bacon and eggs, but my smile was wide.

  “Starving,” they answer in unison.

  When I go to move towards the fridge, Logan had beaten me to it. Our eyes caught one another’s, and we smile, but we manage to regain our composure when he brought the rest of the bacon and eggs over to the stove. “Thanks,” he leans in and kisses me.

  “Do you two ever stop being cute?” That came from my mom.

  “Nope,” I call in return.

  Throughout breakfast, I would catch Lucas and Abby smiling shyly at each other, and it was adorable. Personally, I’d never seen Lucas look at anyone the way he was looking at her.

  “So, mom,” her gaze meets mine. “Would you like me to call your lawyer for you? I think we should get a jump on things before Henry catches wind of the divorce that’s imminent.” I push my plate away, but Logan pulls it back.

  “Eat,” he orders.

  Rolling my eyes, I do as I’m told. “I can call him. I’ll have him come out to the house,” my mother answers, then I see take in a breath.

  “Are you okay?” I’m so worried about her. Even though Henry could take everything from her, I feel like she chose me over him and I feel loved. I feel as if she wants to be my mother again, something I welcome with open arms.

  “I’m good.” She moves her attention to Lucas, and I hold back my laugh, but I nudge Logan’s knee under the table. When he looks up, my eyes shoot to where my mother sits, and when I gaze back at him, I can see that he too is holding back laughter.

  “So, Lucas,” she begins. “Are you going to stop whoring around and focus just on Abby?”

  I choke on the forkful of eggs I’d been chewing on. Logan patted my back, but I can see that he’s barely holding himself together. It’s nice to not be the center of attention.

  “Yep,” my eyes shoot to where Lucas sits at the end of the Island.

  “No fucking way?!” I
blurt, and I hear Logan laugh.

  “Yep,” he repeats. “You two,” his finger waves between my mother and me, “need to help me out if I fuck up.”

  “When you fuck up,” I correct.

  He waves me off, “Whatever, you need to keep the yelling to a minimum and just tell me how I fucked up and how I can fix it. Agreed?” he asks and we reluctantly agree. “I know I will,” his arm moves around Abby, and he pulls her closer to him, “But I haven’t done the only one girl thing before, like, ever, so please be gentle with me?” He then leans in and kisses Abby’s cheek.

  “I promise to help you, but the yelling will come if you fuck up really bad, okay? You also need to remember that Abby is my best friend, which gives me the right and privilege to rip your balls off if you hurt her.” I stare him down until he nods. “Good. Now, I will wash up and bring the files down.”

  As I go to stand, my mother stops me, “What files, sweetheart?”

  Shit! I forgot about the files. “Oh, Logan and I went through everything Greg sent over and boxed them up under different categories. Cheating, arrests, bankruptcy, and the rest. I thought it would make it easier for you and your lawyer to go through.” I shrug. I want this divorce to be as quick as possible.

  Logan interjects. “I didn’t do shit. I woke at four this morning and when she wasn’t in bed. I found her huddled up on the floor with her lamp putting it all into different categories. She’s barely slept, Toni.” He’s worried about me. Fuck, I love him.

  “I’m fine, really.” But as I go to gather the plates, Abby slaps my hand. “What the hell was that for?” I turn to face her.

  “I’ll do the clean-up. Logan, take her to her room and make her lie down,” she orders Logan.

  “What the hell? I'm all right, yes I’m tired, but that’s it.” I throw my hands up. They keep babying me, and as much as I love the fact that they care, it’s starting to drive me a little crazy.

  Abby stands, “It was only six weeks ago, that you were stabbed. Six weeks ago you died on the operating table. Twice. Get your ass up those stairs so you can get back to beating your lap times in the pool. Please,” she takes my hand in hers, “Just go and rest.”

  My features soften. “For you,” I say, and she smiles.

  Logan closes the bedroom door behind us and spoons me in bed. “God, I wish you people would ease up on me. I know what happened, I know how long ago it was, but I hate being reminded,” I whisper. I hate knowing that someone out there wanted me dead. I hated the fact that because I fell in love, I became a target.

  “We’re worried about you. We love you so of course, every single one of us is going to look out for you. Stop taking it as an insult. If we didn’t care, we wouldn’t look out for you.” His hand moves to my hip, and he pulls me until I’m on my back. He hovers over me. Worry is the only emotion I can see on his beautiful face. “Fuck, I love you. You are the only one for me. You are going to be the mother of my children. The grandmother to my grandchildren. I need you to heal. I need you with me. It's us, baby. That’s it. No one else gets a look in.” he kisses me and lingers there for a moment.

  He knows my eyes are filled with tears. He wants me to be the mother of his children. He’s all in, and I feel his mouth etch up into a grin.

  “I love you,” is all I can say. There’s a lump forming in my throat. “Now, let me sleep.” And that’s exactly what I do.

  OVER THE NEXT MONTH, my mom, Logan, Lucas, and Abby, and I all band together to dig up dirt on my father and there was so much of it.

  He hadn’t tried contacting my mother or me directly if there was anything he needed to

  ask, he used his lawyer to converse with us.

  We found out he was living in a hotel in the middle of Manhattan, and that he had another woman. We were trying to find out the stranger's identity, and when we found out that she was in fact, a whore, my mother went into meltdown. She canceled his cards, and then came another blow. It turned out that the person embezzling money from the restaurants located in New Zealand was my own father. He knew that the shit was about to hit the fan so he set up an offshore account and continuously wired money between the accounts. It turns out, he managed to take more than four million and change. Even with the cards canceled, he still had money to live, for now.

  A COURT DATE HAS BEEN set, and Ashleigh has kept her distance. School has been so much easier now that she’s gone. The other girls listened to Logan and have kept their distance. I laughed when they saw us the other day in the cafeteria, they quickly turned and ran in the opposite direction.

  Tomorrow is our very last day of school before embarking on the new chapters of our lives. Some people look forward to that day, but not me. It means that we are one step closer to being separated for months at a time.

  THE MORNING OF GRADUATION, Logan wakes me with a kiss on my naked shoulder, and I turn in his arms until I’m facing him. “Good morning, baby,” he whispers, before leaning in pressing a kiss to my lips.

  “Morning,” I whisper in return before letting him take me, again.

  When we’ve finished showering, and I’ve changed into a pair of skinny black jeans and a sheer white blouse, I take Logan’s hand in mine, and we make our way down to the kitchen where we find my mother at the stove cooking up a storm.

  When she turns and sees us, she smiles. “I’m so proud of you both. I cannot believe that today is graduation. I swear, Hayley, you are still a little girl in my mind,” she then comes around the counter and takes me in her arms. “I love you, my girl,” I can already hear that she’s choking up. I hope she isn’t planning on spending the whole day crying. I don’t have the energy for that.

  As we sit down at the breakfast bar, and my

  mother has loaded up plates of greasy food, mom’s phone rings.

  When she moves to the bench, she says, “Hmm, I don’t know that number, but it’s a New York number. It’s probably your father,” she says as she rolls her eyes, but my mother is a kind woman and swipes the screen and puts it to her ear.

  “Hello,” she starts.

  Silence.

  “Yes, that’s me. What’s happened? Why are you calling me?”

  My stomach begins to turn.

  “No,” she cries. But when I see her falter, I race around the breakfast bar and manage to catch her in my arms before she could hit the floor.

  Logan’s right behind me. He takes the phone and puts it on speaker.

  It’s a man that’s on the other end, “I’m very sorry to tell you over the phone, but we need you to come to Manhattan to identify your husband’s body.”

  My eyes feel like they’re going to pop out of my head. My mind is foggy. I know Logan’s explaining the situation, but my body is numb. I can’t move an inch, so I stay seated on the floor, lost in my thoughts.

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  Chapter One

  Hayley

  The last week has been the week from hell. From the very second I found out my father had taken his own life, I’ve been trying to find distractions, jobs to keep me busy. There's been so much to do, considering my mom has been in a state of shock since that dreaded phone call we received letting us know my father, Henry, had hanged himself in a rundown hotel room on the other side of the country in New York.

  She has no concept of time, and it’s beginning to frustrate me to no end.

  Of course, Logan has been nothing short of perfect. He’s helped deal with the comings and goings of friends and distant family members to the house, and he’s made sure they've all left me alone when I need some quiet time. Dealing with humans isn’t something I want to be involved with right now, because each visitor that walks into the house has the same thing to say about the monster I called dad for so many years. It’s all, ‘I’m so sorry, for your loss. Henry was such a good man, he’ll be missed,’ and it’s taken everything I have in me to not tell them all to fuck right off and that the perfect Henry
was nothing but a cheating thief. The prick killed himself because he knew we were going to discover the fact that he had been funneling money from my mother's multi-million dollar corporation. He was a putrid piece of scum.

  Henry was a thorn in my side when he would voice his asshole opinion on my relationship with Logan. He hated the man I love. He banned me from having contact with him, of course, I never complied, but the comments alone made me despise him.

  When the house is crowded, I know I can get the peace I need up in my bedroom when things become overwhelming.

  The only people that have access to my bedroom are Logan, his twin (fraternal, not identical) brother Lucas, and my best friend, Abby, who is also dating Lucas. That relationship is very new. The pair of them had been fuck buddies for months, and in the beginning, there were no feelings shared, but over time, Abby grew to love Lucas. We knew there were feelings on Lucas's side too, but until both Logan and my mother Toni had butted in telling him to stop being a whore, to wake the fuck up and figure out what he wanted because Abby wasn't going to wait around forever, that he, very recently, decided to give the whole relationship thing a go. So far so good, but I’m sure it won’t be long before Lucas fucks it all up. He’s good at that.

  On the morning of the funeral, I decided I wouldn't be attending. I was exhausted, and I didn’t want to have to listen to a stranger talk about the vile man I called dad.

  Humans tend to glorify the dead, they always have, and they always will, but I’m the exception. If a person was an asshole while they were alive, then they should be remembered as an asshole when they're dead.

  As I lay snuggled up in my bed, refusing to get up, I turn my head when I hear the door open, and I soon see the man I love pop his head inside. His beautiful face fills my heart with love, and I cannot help but feel lucky, lucky to have him in my life. Lucky that he loves me just as much as I love him.

  Logan slips into the room, and I just stare at him. Here I am, an utter mess, still wearing my sweatpants and a t-shirt, and he looks like he was on the cover of GQ magazine.