by B. B. Hamel
“I sent it,” he says, grinning. “It was easy, you know. Just hire a guy, tell him what to do. People will do almost anything for money. Isn’t that right?”
That fucking bastard. I step closer to him, rage taking over once again. He violated Everly, fucking stalked her, hit on her in front of his own parents and me, and now he’s threatening me. This fucking piece of shit thinks he can get away with absolutely anything.
He won’t get away with this. I should have seen this sooner. Everly did, but I didn’t listen to her. I assumed that if Spencer were involved, he’d be interested in beating me, not in Everly. But I was so fucking wrong.
He wasn’t following me at all. He was following her.
I step closer to him and his grin comes back.
“Careful, Logan,” he says.
“Careful? I should rip your fucking liver out right here, you scumbag piece of shit,” I practically growl at him.
“Go ahead,” he says, beaming. “Hit me. I’m sure my father would like that.”
“You fucking pussy. Hiding behind your daddy.”
“And you’re a fucking liar.” He steps up to me, eyes wide. “You think you can fool my father, that’s fine, but you can’t fool me. I want Everly, and she’s not really yours. She’s not even really the mother of that baby girl. Whose daughter is that, Logan?”
“Alexa is mine,” I say softly. “And if you ever mention her again, I will kill you.”
He stares at me for a second but clearly decides not to test me. “I want something.”
“What?” I ask him, trying my hardest not to crack his skull open.
“I’ll tell you soon. But for now, just enjoy the night. And don’t forget that I know.” He backs away from me slowly.
“Tell me what you want.” I go to follow him.
“Soon,” he says, and disappears back inside.
I’m left standing there fuming, not sure what the fuck to do.
So it really is Spencer. And he wants something from me. I can only imagine what it is, since what he truly seems to want is Everly. But she’s not mine to give, and even if she somehow was, I never would hand her over to a monster like Spencer.
I don’t know what to fucking do. I can’t go back in there. I can’t sit around and pretend like that conversation didn’t happen. I want to murder Spencer for what he did to Everly. I want to hurt him so badly that it almost pains me to think about it.
But I know I can’t act right now. If he sent that email, that means he has the proof to ruin this whole charade for me. If Spencer shows it to his father then I’ll lose everything, and I’ll have put Everly through this for nothing.
I can’t risk that. I can’t risk wasting Everly’s time and effort and potentially embarrassing her more. I know this will become a news story, and while I can handle the hit, I don’t know what’ll happen to her.
I have to protect Everly now. I want the shelter, but I need to make sure that this stupid plan doesn’t blow back on her. I can’t allow that.
I take deep breaths, getting myself under control. I have to go back in there and smile and pretend. Not for my sake, since if it were up to me, I’d beat the fuck out of Spencer and forget about the damn shelter. But I have to do it for Everly’s sake. I can’t risk destroying her, all for my own stupid selfish desires.
I head back inside with a dumb smile plastered on my face. I’ll get through tonight. And later, I’ll plan.
20
Everly
“It was all him.”
I stare at Logan, hardly able to believe what he’s saying. “He told you that?” I ask.
“He told me everything.” Logan can barely control himself. I’m glad he’s not driving. We left the Winterfields right after dinner. Logan claimed that Alexa wasn’t feeling well, although that’s probably not a great lie to tell, since the nanny would know. Still, we called a car and are hurrying back to civilization.
As soon as we were back in the car and Alexa fell asleep, Logan told me what happened with Spencer. I can’t believe that Spencer would have the balls to go up to Logan and actually admit to all of that. And I’m amazed that Logan was able to restrain himself. I know Logan isn’t the kind of man to let that sort of thing just slide, but he had to do it.
“He wasn’t doing all of that to get at me,” Logan says. “He says he’s doing to get… you.”
I stare at him. “You’re joking?”
“I wish I were,” he says, his face blank and serious. “But he won’t ever get near you, Everly. I promise.”
“Holy shit,” I say softly. “That really was him in the park. He’s been following me.”
“Maybe,” Logan says. “He definitely hired someone to hack your phone, though.”
“That asshole.” I don’t know if I should be afraid or angry. I feel a little bit of both. “What the hell do we do?”
“Right now, nothing.” He leans toward me and takes my hand. “I’m going to take care of this. I promise.”
“But he knows,” I say, eyes wide. “He can ruin this.”
“I won’t let him,” he says firmly. “I got you into this mess, but I won’t let it destroy you.”
“Logan,” I say, shaking my head.
“No, Everly, listen. “I’m not going to be the kind of man that uses and abuses people for my own gain. I won’t do it. I’m going to do whatever is necessary to keep you out of this.”
I sigh and shake my head. I can’t help but smile a little bit. Logan’s sincerity is a little addictive, and I can’t help but feel a little relieved. I feel like if Logan is on my side, absolutely anything is possible. He really can keep me safe and make sure that Spencer doesn’t get away with anything.
But still, I don’t know what he can do. Spencer said he wants something, though he didn’t specify what, but I think I can guess. The bastard wants me.
Can I do something like that to help Logan? Can I actually… give myself to Spencer?
The thought makes me feel sick. I know Logan will never, ever ask me to do that. I know I can’t sleep with Spencer, that’s for sure. Logan would never allow it, anyway. But maybe I could do something else. Something not so bad, like go on a date with him or something like that.
But I can’t imagine a man like Spencer will be satisfied with a nice, chaste date. He’s going to want more. He’s going to want absolutely everything.
We get home late that night. Fortunately, I’m able to get Alexa into her crib without waking her, and we both go to bed exhausted.
I wake up the next morning later than usual, and for a second, I panic. I’m supposed to get Alexa normally. I quickly get up, get dressed, and go to take care of Alexa. I can’t believe I didn’t wake up on time, but it makes sense once I’m out of the room.
Logan is up and he’s already taken care of the baby. He smiles once I walk into the kitchen.
“Morning,” he says.
“Morning.” There’s coffee and pancakes already stacked and ready for me. “Did you cook?”
“Sure did.” He’s holding Alexa in his arms and rocking her softly. “Thought you’d like to sleep in a little. And I haven’t made you my famous pancakes yet.”
“Famous?” I ask him, smiling and pouring myself some coffee.
“Well, famous in my own mind.”
I grab a plate and a short stack before sitting down to eat. The pancakes are delicious, and the coffee is perfect. Logan walks over and joins me, holding Alexa in his arms.
“Listen, about Spencer,” he starts, but I shake my head.
“We don’t have to talk about it,” I say. “I trust you.”
He sighs. “Okay. I just feel like we didn’t resolve anything last night.”
“We didn’t. But there’s nothing to resolve.”
He watches me, a concerned expression on his face. “Are you okay? You seem… fine.”
I laugh a little bit. “You think I’m not okay because I seem okay?”
“I know that sounds stupid.”
“Just a little bit,” I say, smiling.
“But we found out some heavy shit last night. And you seem okay.”
“I guess I mean it when I say that I trust you,” I answer slowly. “If you say you’re going to take care of this, I believe you. Any man that can cook pancakes like this can probably do anything.”
He grins at me. “Told you they’re famous.”
“That’s not what famous means.”
He shrugs and leans forward to kiss me softly on the lips. “I just don’t want you to be afraid.”
“I am, a little bit. Spencer is creepy. But at least we know now.”
“What do you mean?”
“Before, it was just a hunch.” I lean back for a second, sipping my coffee and trying to put it into words. “I mean, when I saw him at the park, I really freaked out. And the email was hanging over my head that whole time, too. But now… I don’t know. It doesn’t seem so bad.”
He smiles softly at me. “Why?”
“I guess it was the not knowing that drove me insane. But now we know. There’s a name and a face. There’s a person that we can fight against. Before, it could have been anyone, but now we know, and that makes it better at least.”
He’s quiet for a second before standing up and carrying Alexa over to her little swing seat. He places her in and turns the lights on before coming back to me.
“You’re an impressive woman,” he says.
“Of course I am.”
He pulls me against his chest and kisses me, long and slow.
I revel in that kiss, letting myself forget my troubles for a moment. But like everything else lately, that kiss slowly comes to an end, and I’m forced back to reality.
He smiles at me, and in that smile I see something that I didn’t expect to see. It only lasts for a moment, but I swear it makes my whole spine shiver with delight.
He looks at me like he never wants to look away. It’s hard to explain. There’s this longing and desire evident in his eyes, the sort of longing that I’ve never seen from someone before.
But as quickly as I notice it, he looks away and it’s gone. His phone is ringing, and he walks over to the couch to pick it up.
“Hello?” he says. I watch his face as he cocks his head and listens. “That’s really good news, Chester. I have to say, you’re not going to be disappointed. Yes. Yes, of course. Yes, we’ll do that soon. I’m very excited about this. Thank you, Chester.” He hangs up the phone and looks at me.
“What?” I ask him.
A huge smile breaks across his face. “He signed.”
I stare at him, eyes wide. “Get the hell out.”
“Seriously, he signed. I can’t believe it.”
“He actually signed? I thought Spencer was going to stop that.”
“Apparently not.” He laughs and walks over to me. “He signed!”
I jump out of my chair and run over to him. I dive into his arms, slamming against his chest, and hug him as hard as I can.
“Oh my god, I’m so happy!” I say, not sure whether I want to laugh or cry. Relief floods over me. “Is this really over?”
“I guess so,” he says, joy still in his voice. “My god, I thought this would never happen.”
“I’m so happy for you, Logan.”
“It’s all thanks to you.” He stares into my eyes. “Seriously, Everly, thank you.”
I wave my hands, dismissing him. “I didn’t do a thing. This was all you.”
He laughs and kisses me again before checking his phone. I’m still smiling as his enormous grin turns suddenly into a mask of confusion.
“What?” I ask him.
“I just got a text,” he says softly.
“From who?”
“It’s Spencer.” He shows me the phone.
It’s a picture of Spencer holding up the sexy selfie picture that I never wanted anyone to see. He’s grinning in the photo.
Dread fills me again and my smile disappears. “What’s going on? I thought Chester signed?”
“There’s more,” Logan mutters. “Spencer says that if I really want this deal to go through, and if we want to keep your private photos private, we better give him $1 million and…” He trails off, a huge frown on his face.
“What?” I ask him. “And what?”
“That fucking bastard,” he whispers.
“Say it.”
Logan’s eyes stare into mine. “And a date with you.”
Those words tear into my chest. I don’t know how I can possibly go from totally ecstatic with joy and happiness to suddenly horrified.
“It’s not going to happen,” Logan says firmly.
“Logan…” I say slowly. “We have to do it.”
“No.” He reaches out and takes my hair, pulling me against him. “Nobody gets to have you but me. Do you get that?”
I bite my lower lip. “Logan…”
“No,” he says more firmly. “Fuck Spencer and fuck Chester and fuck everyone else. You’re not doing it.”
I stare into his eyes, and I believe that he won’t let me.
But I also know that I have to do this. Somehow, I have to convince him to let me. Because otherwise, Spencer is going to fuck things up for everyone. And I don’t want the city to pay the price, let alone Logan and Alexa.
21
Logan
I stare at Everly, but I know what she’s thinking. She wants to do this, and she’s going to try and sacrifice herself for me.
But I won’t let that happen. I toss my phone aside and pull her over to the kitchen counter. She gasps as I push her up against it, kissing her deep and slow.
I’m not letting her go anywhere. Nobody gets to date her but me. Nobody gets to touch her but me. All through my time with her, I’m slowly realizing more and more that Everly is mine, for real, and I’m hers too.
My tongue slides into her mouth as I move her up onto the countertop. She wraps her legs around my waist and I pull her closer, feeling the warmth between her legs grind down against me.
I pull her shirt off, not wasting any time. I tease her neck and her bare, perfect breasts. Her pink nipples are stiff under my tongue and teeth. I move back and kiss her mouth, tugging her shorts down over her hips. She lifts up to help me slide them off her.
She gasps as I bend forward and pull her to the edge. My mouth finds the inside of her thighs as I slowly kiss up to her panties. They’re dripping wet already, and I push them aside to tongue her clit.
“Logan,” she gasps. “This won’t change anything.”
“Won’t it?” I ask her, sliding my tongue along her delicious little pussy. “I think it will.”
“Oh god,” she moans. “Please. We have to talk about this.”
“I don’t want to talk.” I slide my tongue deep inside of her and back out. “I want to feel you.”
“Oh, shit,” she moans again as I suck and lick her clit. She’s not exactly complaining.
My blood is up and hot, and I can’t be patient this time. I’m so fucking angry and I want her so fucking bad. I pull my shorts down with one hand, practically ripping them off. I stand and press the tip of my cock against her pussy.
She leans back, propping herself up on the counter with her palms flat. I press myself deep inside of her in one easy motion, sliding inside of her soaking wet pussy. She gasps and I stifle her moans with a deep kiss as I slowly grind myself deeper and deeper inside of her.
She reaches forward and wraps her arms around my neck as I start to fuck her. I spread her legs nice and wide before pulling her hair back. I kiss her neck and lips as I plunge my cock deep inside of her, over and over, fucking away any bad thoughts, any bad feelings. All I want is to feel good and to make her feel good. I need her to know how badly I want her, how badly I need her.
I thrust deep inside of her, fucking her faster. She leans back again and I feel her breasts, teasing her nipples. “Every inch of your body is mine,” I say to her as I thrust deep and hard. “Nobody else is going to t
ouch you. I need you, I need you to be all mine.”
“Yes,” she whispers. “I’m all yours. I’m whatever you want.”
I grab her hair and pull it back as I fuck her harder. With my free hand, I reach down and work her clit, making her move her hips as I keep pumping inside of her.
I fuck her fast and rough, needing this moment so badly. I suddenly grab her hips and lift her off the counter, placing her down on the floor. I spin her around, spread her legs, and slap her ass hard.
She looks over her shoulder, her mouth hanging open, and I slap her ass again, even harder. She gasps, but I don’t give her time to complain. I thrust my cock back inside of her slick pussy, drilling her deep. She gasps and throws her hair back as I slap her ass again. She grips the edge of the counter as I wrap my fist through her hair.
I pull her head back, tipping her chin up, as I fuck her deep and full. I love the slap of my cock deep inside of her. She starts to work her ass, sliding along and moving faster.
I can feel it building inside of me, and I can’t hold it back. Just as I feel like I’m about to come, I feel Everly’s body tense, her moans getting louder.
I know she’s coming as I let loose inside of her. I orgasm deep inside her pussy, shooting thick spurts of hot cum. Her whole body convulses and I practically have to hold her up as we come together, pleasure wracking our bodies and minds.
Slowly we finish. I pull out and spin her around. I pull her against me, both of us sweating and breathing deeply. “You’re not going to do it,” I say to her, holding her tight.
She doesn’t say anything back. I press her against my body, hugging her close. I won’t let her make this stupid mistake. I won’t let her hurt herself for me.
I’ll protect her. I have to. No matter what.
22
Everly
I’m almost surprised by how strongly Logan feels about this.
I knew he wouldn’t like it. I knew he wouldn’t want me to get more involved with Spencer than I had to. I can tell that Logan feels guilty about roping me into this whole thing. Obviously he thought it was going to be easier than it actually has been. He thought we’d get married, smile for a meeting with Chester, and basically float through this.