Pain gripped my heart at the nickname that Logan had given me. It still hurt after all these years. “No. Thanks,” I said as I took another sip of my wine and forced a smile. “I’m having too much fun watching you.”
“Nonsense! This isn’t a side show!” He pushed a plate in front of me. “Here; help yourself.” Anticipating my answer, he added, “And this time, I’m not taking no for an answer.”
Knowing he wouldn’t let up until I indulged, I picked up a wing and the strong scent of hot sauce wafted toward me. I took a bite, and it was delicious. I devoured it in a hurry.
Frank smiled. “Hungry, are we?” he teased, using my own words against me.
I laughed. “I guess I was hungrier than I thought.” I placed a square of bread on a skewer, dipped it into the cheese fondue, and took a bite. “So, why did you ask me here?”
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I grinned as my eyebrows pulled together, confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”He shrugged as he dug into another chicken wing. “I trust your judgment.”I took a bite of my burger, resisting the urge to moan. They had the best burgers in Nashville. “And you think that she’s good enough to handle a venue of that magnitude?”He smiled. “Actually, it’s a private party in the Jacob K. Javits Convention Center. It’s not a huge venue, but an important one.”I nodded, understanding. “Is she that good?”He shrugged. “Well, I wouldn’t be asking you to do this if she wasn’t.” Frank let out a deep breath as he wiped his hands on his napkin. “Actually, she’s a great musician, too. Reminds me a lot of you at her age. I just need to know if she can handle the big time.”I nodded as memories of when I first started out flooded
A limo was waiting in the parking lot the next morning when I stepped off the elevator of my apartment and onto the curb. The driver took my bags, slid them in the back, and then opened the back door for me. After he was in the driver’s seat, I instructed him to take me to Casey Roger’s apartment and gave him the address. Frank had given me all of the information before I left the night before.We pulled up in front of an apartment a few minutes later that reminded me of the Somerset Apartments, where Logan and I had lived long ago. I quickly brushed the thought aside, determined to focus on Casey and to make this trip a positive experience for her. Casey was waiting out front, holding a guitar with a suitcase at her feet. Her long brown hair fell over her shoulder when she bent down to pick it up. I slid out of the backseat and took the suitcase from her.“Hello,” I said, extending my hand. “My name’s …”“A
Once we were alone, Casey looked at me sheepishly. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”My lips curled into a smile. “No. Actually, I needed to wake up. I can’t believe I fell asleep like that. I was out late last night, talking to Frank.”She nodded as she tightened her grip on the armrest. “What did he say?” She looked over at me, suddenly attentive at the casual mention of Frank Mallory’s name.I shrugged. “Not a lot.” I decided to distract her. “But when we get to New York, we’re going shopping.”Casey’s face suddenly brightened, the plane ride momentarily forgotten. “Really?”I smiled. “He wants you to look just right for the party.”She looked down at her jeans and laughed. “So, no holey jeans, huh?”I laughed as I shook my head. “No. I’m afraid not. But don’t worry. We’ll find you somethin
“What’s wrong?” Casey asked, sensing the change in my demeanor.But I just shook my head and forced a smile. “It’s nothing. Come on. Let’s go,” I said, and she followed as we walked into Gucci.Casey squealed as we walked in and saw all the fine clothes and handbags.We spent the rest of the afternoon shopping until evening fell and the sun began to set, sending shoots of orange, pink, and purple across the sky. By the time we finished, Casey had picked out a cute, short evening dress and a matching pair of high heels, and I had a long, shimmery, silver gown that flowed over my body like water, with a slit on the side that stretched up to my thigh. It wrapped around my neck, leaving the shoulders bare. At first, I thought it was a bit extravagant, but then I shrugged and bought it anyway. I paid for my gown myself, unable to let Frank buy me something so extravagant. We also picked out several casual outfits and pu
“You look great,” Casey said, looking me over in admiration.I smiled, appreciating the compliment. “Thanks, Casey,” I said as I patted her shoulder. “You look like a princess.”She laughed as she smoothed her hands over her dress. “I feel like one.”Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I opened it and a man in a black tuxedo and tie with a long trench coat overtop was standing on the other side. “We’re ready, Miss Collins.”I nodded, and then turned to Casey. “It’s time. Are you ready?”She laughed as she picked up her guitar. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”The bodyguard took her guitar case from her and he and two more men, dressed exactly like the first, escorted us down the hallway to the elevator, but only the first stepped inside. The other two guards took the other elevator.A moment later, the doors opened to the lobby, where
“May I have this dance?” a voice asked behind me, breaking my reverie.When I looked around, Curt was holding out his hand, raising an eyebrow expectantly.I let out a deep breath. “Well …”He laughed, making the cleft in his chin more prominent. “Well, don’t sound so excited,” he teased.I smiled as I looked down at his hand and then back up into his eyes. “Sorry. I’m here on business with a client and my mind was a million miles away.” I looked back at Casey, feeling very protective of her.“She’s doing well,” he said as he held out his hand again. “Just one dance? I’m sure she’ll be okay without you for a few minutes.”I smiled as I looked into his blue eyes. “Okay, but only one.”He smiled, clearly amused. “Okay. I’m going to hold you to it.”I laughed and then took his hand. “Okay
When I opened the door to my hotel room, I went straight into my bedroom, plopped my clutch down onto the side table, and sat down on the bed. A fresh wave of tears came to my eyes as I let the tears flow, thinking of Logan. Everything was suddenly fresh in my mind again: looking into his eyes for the last time, the accident, and the horn screaming loudly, breaking the silence of the night, echoing what I was feeling, and then nothing as I passed out, after I was thrown forty feet from the car. I lay down as images of Logan in the candlelight came to mind as we had our picnic on the floor …I sat up on the edge of the bed and rubbed my eyes as my heart fluttered within my chest. Did I really see Logan tonight, or am I finally losing my mind? I let out a deep breath and slipped on my robe. Walking out to the living room, I absentmindedly turned on the television. Maybe watching a little news or a show might take my mind off things. Enough for me to sleep, anyway.
Rays of golden sunshine kissed my cheek as I slept, and then moved to my eyes, alerting me to the beginning of a new day. Suddenly, the events of the night before rushed into my mind. But the more I thought of it, the more I convinced myself that it couldn’t have been Logan.“I have to get out of here,” I said aloud as I lifted my suitcase from the floor and threw it onto the bed. Then, I began packing, hoping that everything that Casey and I bought fit into our suitcases without having to buy another.I decided to go back home early. After all, the gig was over and there was nothing holding us in New York. I suddenly found myself eager to escape, needing time to think; to try and make sense of it all. There was no way that I was going to stay in New York one more day.I took a quick shower, slipped into the fluffy white hotel robe, and then went back into my bedroom to dress. I threw on one of the new outfits I had bought—a pair of black
All of a sudden, Craig stood in front of us, blocking the way. Frank saw Craig approach and crossed the room. “May I speak with you both for a minute?” My heart suddenly sank, wondering what he had done to Alyssa. But I held my cool. If I hadn’t learned anything else over the years, it was to curb my jealousy. I looked down at Alyssa, and she nodded. Anyone else would have walked away and let them speak alone. But from what I remembered of Craig, there was no way in Hell that I was going to let that happen. “What is it, Craig?” Alyssa asked, stiffening. He stole a quick glance at me, and then focused on Alyssa. “Look: I’m sorry for what happened the other day … for the kiss …” I stiffened as I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to hold my cool until he finished. “… but I wanted you to know that it’ll never happen again. I’d like to continue our professional relationship, and I promise that nothing like that will ever happen again.” “It better not,”
The crowd erupted in thunderous applause once again as the mayor stepped up to the microphone.“So, eat, drink, and be merry,” Mayor Townsend said from the stage behind me as I rushed down the side stairs, fighting through the crowd, trying to get to Alyssa as quickly as I could. “But make sure to dig deep in your pockets to help Logan Ambrose and the children!”As I looked through the crowd, Frank, Alyssa, and Roxanne were standing, talking to my parents as a concerned look spread across Frank’s face. Even Craig looked concerned. I seemed to move in slow motion as I hurried to her. But the faster I moved, the slower I felt I was moving. What seemed like an eternity later, I stepped up beside Alyssa and wrapped a protective arm around her. “Mom, Dad! What are you doing here?” I asked directly, not caring how it sounded.“Why, son!” my mother began in a sickening sweet tone. “I’m here to celebrate
LoganI offered my arm to Alyssa and escorted her into the Grand Ballroom of The Plaza as Alanna walked ahead. A bellman took our coats as we walked in, revealing Alyssa’s lovely dress that fell over her body like water—very elegant and sexy. If this event hadn’t been in my honor, I would have taken her back to my condo and not let her out of the bedroom for a week.Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling and beige pillars stood along the sides of the room, as the ceiling glowed in peach lighting. An ornately decorated Christmas tree sat at the far end of the room to the right by the stage, and tables set along the edge, leaving the center of the floor open. Christmas lights hung around the room, elegantly decorated but not overly done.When Alanna slipped out of her coat, she had the attention of every man in the room with her barely-there dress. I escorted them both to the head table where Frank and Craig were sitting
Then, he pushed into me as his lips descended upon mine. He moved me to my side and lay behind me, raising my leg up over his hip, and then pushed into me again as his hand reached around and rubbed my nipples.“God. This feels good!” I said as I pushed against him, letting every inch of his wonderful dick fill me. “Don’t stop!”He pushed into me as he rubbed my nipples and then moved his hand down to my clit as he rubbed and fucked. My walls clenched around his cock as every nerve in my body screamed for release, sending me over the edge as my climax shook my body.A moment later, his cock swelled. “Fuck, Alyssa! You feel good!” he screamed as he came inside of me, pushing into me, over and over, arousing me again.This time, I pushed him back against the pillows and then straddled him backward and pushed his full cock inside of me. Then, I rode him, over and again, lifting up off him and then pushing down hard a
Logan shoved into my pussy from behind as he fondled my clit, and I pushed against him, matching his rhythm. Soon, he grabbed my hips and pulled me to him pushing into me deeper and harder than before. Then his dick swelled, sending me over the edge as I screamed out in pleasure, shuddering in climax.“Oh, God, Alyssa,” he said as he came, pushing into me over and again. “You feel so good!”“Don’t stop!” I screamed as every nerve ending in my body ignited, bubbling up inside of me until it spilled over. “I’m coming again!”Then, his cock swelled again as he kept his rhythm, pushing into me even harder. He moaned as he pushed into me and stopped for a minute as he came again. Then, he pulled back and pushed into me again, until his pulls finally slowed. He kissed my back as I leaned across the table, and then rubbed my inner thighs as he kissed my ass cheeks. “You want to continue this, or are you
Soon, I walked into the front door of my apartment. It had been twenty-four hours since I’d been there, and it seemed desolate somehow. Empty. I quickly pushed the thought aside as I hung up my coat and dressed in casual jeans and a nice blue shirt and matching light sweater—the kind that’s longer in the front than in the back.Then, I headed out to the kitchen and decided to make some good old-fashioned spaghetti and meatballs. Logan had always called it ‘comfort food for the soul’.Within minutes, I had the water for the spaghetti on to boil, the sauce cooking, and was rolling the meatballs when I heard a knock on the door. “Just a minute!” I yelled as I washed up and hurried to the door, wiping my hands on a dishtowel.I flung the door open, and Logan was leaning against the door facing. “You really should ask who it is before you open the door,” he said in a seductive voice as he handed me a bouquet of pu
I laughed at her sudden change of heart. I knew just how to manipulate her … tempt her with shopping with an unlimited credit card. “So, when can you get here? We have to go shopping soon. Christmas Eve is just a week away.”She thought for a minute as she shuffled papers in the background. “Give me today to cancel my clients and I’ll be on the first flight out.”I laughed. “Good! Can’t wait to see you! Hey! Don’t plan on going back right away! I want to go out with you on New Year’s Eve, too!”She laughed. “What? Logan not man enough for you?”I laughed. “Just get your ass here! Can’t wait to see you!”Her voice suddenly turned serious. “Yeah. Me, too.”“You okay?”There was a pause at the other end. “Same ‘ol, same ‘ol. No man at Christmas, the usual.”“Well, we’re going
AlyssaThe next morning, I left Logan sleeping on his bed, dressed, and gave him a light kiss on the forehead, careful not to wake him. He rolled over, smiling, and hugged his pillow. I loved watching him sleep. I hated to leave him, and wished I could climb back into bed with him, but I had appointments on the book. Since I had moved to New York, word had spread quickly and business was booming. A twinge of guilt pulled at my chest, because I knew a lot of it had to do with Curt.Eying the notepad and pen on Logan’s dresser, I quickly scribbled a note.My Dearest Logan:Thanks for dinner. I especially liked the ‘main course’. Come to my place for dinner tonight … and no complaining about my cooking! LOL!Until Then,AllieIt was funny. He was the one who started calling me Allie, but he was the only one who called me that all the time. Somehow, it fit. Carryi
“I’ll give you my credit card and you can go get you a dress. And don’t worry about the cost,” I whispered against her lips when I pulled back.She smirked. “You don’t have to do that. I can buy a dress.”I shook my head. “No. I want to,” I said as I placed a credit card with no limit on the table next to her plate. “Besides, you’d better get used to it.”She smiled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”I leaned closer and looked directly into her eyes. “It means that now that I found you again, I’m not going to let you go.”She was about to say something, but stopped short when the doorbell rang.“Ignore it,” I said, leaning in to give her a kiss. “It’s probably just the doorman.”But she pulled back and bit her lower lip. My heart sank at her expression, wondering what she was thinking about what I had