New York
Logan
“Excuse me,” I said, exhausted from having to entertain all afternoon and evening. Mom had insisted on inviting every important political figure in New York for Thanksgiving. And instead of it being a down-to-earth, informal occasion, my mother had insisted on black tie.
“Are you well, dear?” Mom asked as she placed a kiss on the side of my head. “The Governor said that he wanted to talk to you about the water situation …”
I let out a deep breath. “Mother, I’m exhausted.”
“You aren’t having another relapse, are you?”
“Mom, give it a rest,” I said as I walked away, leaving her standing in the foyer, surrounded by house guests, many that I didn’t even know. I walked up the stairs and into my suite, shutting the world—and my family—out. I had enough of wearing a plastic face, forcing smiles
I no longer wanted the music, and it obviously didn’t want me. No one from the music business had come to see me at all, not even my friends.My mother and father kept talking to me about running for office, jumping into the political arena in some way. After my physical therapy came to an end, I started working out in an effort to regain my strength.At first, I ran for City Council and, to my surprise, I won. That was when I started to feel like I could make a difference in the world, or at least in my little corner of it. After two years, I ran for President of the City Council and won again. I held that office for two years and liked the difference I was able to make in the city. I ran for State Representative and won again. I started attracting attention and one thing led to another. Now, I was running for Senator.I looked down at the bottle that I was holding and took another swig.Why would Alyssa lead me to believe that she was dead all the
I drove downtown as the sun began to peek through the dark blue sky, bringing on the day. Soon, I pulled to a stop in front of my office. I left my suitcase in the car and took my briefcase with me. My watch said it was eight o’clock, so Abigail, my secretary, should be in.I walked in, and Abigail was sitting at her desk. Her dark brown hair was pulled up into a chic ponytail and she wore a business suit. My secretary before had retired and I had hired Abigail to replace her a few years ago. Then, she had just graduated from college and I wanted to help her out. Over the years, she looked at me with interest upon occasion, but I had never responded. After a while, she gave up and things were strictly professional between us. But I considered her a friend as well as a colleague, even though we never spoke personally.“Abigail, I need you to cancel my appointments,” I said as I walked past her to my office, and she followed. This was our usual morning
AlyssaThere was a knock on the door facing of my office, and I about jumped out of my skin. “Got a minute?” Frank asked as he peeked his head in the door.“Man! You just scared the tar out of me!” I said as I placed a hand on my chest. “What are you doing here?”“That’s what I was just going to ask you,” he replied as he walked into my office. “It’s the day after Thanksgiving! You should be home right now and not in the office, hammering away at who knows what!”I walked around my desk and gave him a quick hug and an air kiss over his cheek, and then perched on the edge of my desk. “I took off Wednesday while Curt was here so I thought I’d come in and catch up.”“Is Mrs. Farrow off?” he asked as he absentmindedly picked up a paperweight that was setting on my desk.I nodded. “Of course. I wouldn’t expect h
He slid another drink in front of me, and then sat down with a box of seasoned French fries.“Well?” I asked as he devoured a few fries.He let out a deep breath as he watched me.I finished my first drink and set it aside, and then pulled the other in front of me. Then, I looked at him expectantly. “What’s going on?”He sat back against the seat and sighed. I held my breath as I watched him. Usually, Frank was up front with me about everything. I’d never seen him quite so reluctant to tell me something. He leaned forward and folded his hands on the table, the fries forgotten. “Logan’s alive.”My head began to spin, and I gripped the table for support. “Are you sure?”He nodded as he placed his hand over mine. “Yes.”“Oh, God!” I said as I leaned over onto the table.“Breathe,” Frank said, and then shoved my drink at me.
He nodded. “I’ll drive you.”“What about my car?”Frank stood up and then pulled a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and laid it on the table. Then, he turned around and nodded to the bartender who nodded back, his eyebrows pulling together in concern. Then, Frank turned his attention back to me. “Give me your keys and I’ll have someone drive it to your house later.”I fished around in my purse and pulled out my keys and handed them to him. I was in no condition to drive, and I knew it. I tried to stand up, but the room whirled around me. I gripped the edge of the table to steady myself, but Frank’s strong hands gripped my shoulders to steady me. I picked up my purse and started to walk away, but I weaved. So, Frank scooped me up in his arms and carried me outside, walking quickly toward his car.“How could he do this?” I asked, and then everything went black.I opened my eyes, and
“How’s Brett?” I asked, changing the subject. She had married my lead guitarist and they now lived in Colorado. He was in a bigger band now and toured frequently.She sighed. “On tour again.”“Everything okay?”She let out a deep breath. “Yeah, but I just wish he didn’t have to go away so much.”“Welcome to the music business.”She laughed. “So, what’s up? How have you been?”“Good,” I said, but I had said it a bit too quickly.“Okay. What’s up?”I let out a deep breath. “Are you sitting down?”I heard something shuffle in the background. “Now I am. What’s going on?”“Logan’s alive.”“He what?” she asked, her voice raising several octaves.“Frank told me tonight,” I said. Then, I explained to her about going to
LoganAfter I left Alyssa’s old apartment, I was at a loss as to where to look next. I let out a deep breath as I looked around, wondering where to look next. When I left New York, I hadn’t really thought it out. I guess I should have hired a private investigator to find her first. But this was something that I wanted to do alone.I got back in my car and drove to downtown Nashville. The sun was still high in the sky. Nashville was the best. I hadn’t realized just how much I’d missed it until just now. Almost of its own accord, my car drove to the Powder Keg Tavern. It had always reminded me of Alyssa.“May I help you?” a gum smacking, bleached blonde waitress asked.“Table for one,” I said, loosening my tie. Somehow, here in Nashville, I didn’t feel as comfortable wearing one.She smiled. “Well, all right then. Right this way.”I smiled as I followed he
“Cut the bullshit, Craig!” I said sternly. “Where’s Alyssa?”Craig stood his ground at the head of the table. “Logan, you need to calm down.”“You led me to believe that she was dead all this time!” I said as I took a step toward him. “Why?”“Logan, you need to calm down now,” Craig said, still standing his ground. “Sit down and we can discuss this like civilized people.”“Discuss this?” I asked as I took a step closer. “Oh, right now, I’m way beyond civilized! Why didn’t you tell me? You knew that she was alive, didn’t you?”He looked in to my eyes for a moment, as if gauging how much to say. Then, he nodded slowly. “Yes. I knew.”“Then, why didn’t you tell me?” I demanded as tears welled up behind my eyes, threatening to spill over. “You could have at least told me that she
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