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
I slipped into my black leather jacket as I started walking toward the elevators. “Okay. You have me. Now, what are you going to do with me?” I cringed, knowing I had just left myself wide open.Curt burst out laughing. “Oh, you do not want me to answer that question.”I smacked his arm lightly and he flinched, but I knew I hadn’t hurt him in the slightest. It’s funny. We had just met, but I felt more relaxed with him that I had with any other man in years. “Let me rephrase that: where would you like to go?”He shrugged as the elevator doors opened and we stepped in. “We can just go for a walk down Fifth Avenue, if you like. We could go shopping …”“Oh no! Don’t start that again!”He laughed. “What is it with you? Usually, women are dying to shop … in New York … on Fifth Avenue,” he baited.“Okay, okay!” I said, surrende
The next day, Casey and I flew back to Nashville. She was much more relaxed this time, knowing what to expect. Over the next few days, I threw myself into my work, trying to make sense of it all. Frank had been busy and I hadn’t been able to talk to him about Casey yet, but he had invited me over for Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday. Frank said it was at Roxanne’s insistence, saying that we hadn’t had time to catch up lately. I smiled at the thought of Frank’s wife. She was a real sweetheart.I let out a deep sigh. The more I thought of maybe having seen Logan, the more I was convinced that I was going crazy. But the image of him at the party and then the glimpse of him on the television kept running through my mind like a bad movie on continuous loop. Was Logan really alive, or was I just seeing things? A part of me wanted answers, but a part of me didn’t. If he was really alive, then why did he lead me to believe that he was dead all this time?
“May I interest you in some champagne, sir?” the waiter asked, carrying a bottle when he approached.Craig smiled. “Yes, by all means … and leave the bottle.”“Craig, I can’t stay long. I have to get back to work,” I said as I opened the menu.He reached over and placed his hand over mine, but I pulled away and took a sip of my champagne.Craig looked in my eyes. “I missed you while you were away.”Before I could reply, the waiter approached our table. “Welcome to Husk Restaurant. May I take your order, or would you like another minute?” he asked, sensing that he had just interrupted something.Craig shook his head, and then looked over at me. “Are you ready?”I nodded. “I’d like the catfish.” I dearly loved catfish, and Husk had the best in town.Craig closed his menu. “Sounds delicious,” he said as he smiled.
A moment later, Curt walked in, dressed in a gray suit with no tie, his white shirt opened at the neck, showing a few strands of hair on his chest, accenting his muscles that lay beneath.“Curt,” I said as I walked around the desk and gave him a quick hug. “What a surprise.”A grin spread across his face, illuminating the dimple on his cheek. “Well, I was in the neighborhood.”I laughed. “What brings you here? To what do I owe the honor?”His face sobered. “Well, I’m here to discuss business, actually. Have you thought about my offer?”I let out a deep breath. “Listen, Curt. I appreciate the offer, but if I decide to relocate to New York, then I’ll do it myself.”He sat down in one of two club chairs setting on the wall to the left, under the window, illuminating his light brown hair. “That wasn’t the whole offer. I’d like to set you up with
“Well, it’s about time you came home on time,” Alanna said as I walked into the door of our apartment later that night. “To what do I owe this honor?”I slipped out of my coat and hung it on the coat rack near the door. “You wouldn’t believe it if I told you.”Alanna squealed, her voice raising three octaves. “You have a date?!”I smiled. “And that’s the first thing you thought of.” I walked into my bedroom, shaking my head.I had closed the door behind me, but Alanna burst through and plopped onto the bed. “Okay, spill!”I laughed. “What? Are we back in college now?”Alanna lay back onto the bed and flailed her arms and legs, beating up my bed. “Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!”“My goodness, girl!” I said, laughing as I crossed the room to my closet. “Stop assaulting my bed!” I flung open the closet doo
The driver slid into the car, and within minutes, we were driving through the city streets, headed toward downtown Nashville. I looked out the window, watching the lights pass by.“Were you busy at work after I left?” Curt asked, breaking the silence and capturing my attention.I nodded. “I had a few more clients, but it wasn’t bad.” I thought for a moment, and then asked. “Why did you come to Nashville?”He squeezed my hand. “I would say that it was on business, but honestly, it was to see you.”I smiled. “My, you are direct, aren’t you?”He shrugged, smiling. “I guess that’s what makes me good in business.”I chuckled. “I guess so … among other things.”He laughed. “Now, how do you know that?”I laughed. “Oh, no! I just put my foot in my mouth again. I meant with the ladies.”He raised an
The rest of the night flew by quickly, but we had a wonderful time. In fact, it was the best time that I had in years. When he took me home, he walked me to my door and said goodnight, but made no effort to kiss me. The next day, I cancelled my appointments, took off from work, and spent the day with Curt, showing him Nashville. He had never been here before and he really seemed to enjoy the city. That night, he took me to Moto, an upscale Italian restaurant in Nashville.I woke the next morning, greeting Thanksgiving like an old friend. I showered and dressed in jeans and a silk shirt with a sweater, and my black boots. When I walked into the kitchen, Alanna was making herself a cup of coffee. “Morning,” I said as I pulled a cup from the shelf.“What’s so good about it?” Alanna teased, as she took a sip.I laughed. “Late night, huh?”She laughed, and then cringed as she placed a hand to her head. “You have
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