“Yes,Suzan, I am fully aware that she’s just an intern, but I’ve heard nothing but great things from the clients that she’s worked with thus far, I mean, the testimonials on your website and all over your social media are all commending her. I’m confident that she will pull together something spectacular for this event.” I tell her and lean back in my leather chair, rubbing my fingers across my jaw, making a mental note to have my beard trimmed.
“Logan, yes Savannah is great with the clients and overlooking the smaller events but she’s still very new, she doesn’t have the experience and connections that I do. Listen, I’ll be good as rain in a couple of days, and I’ll be more than happy to fly to Istanbul with you. I have a handful of contacts out there that owe me favors, I will put together such an event that by the time the party is over they’ll be handing over the checkbooks to you laughing.” Suzan states lowering her tone to one more sensuous in a bid to try and convince me to take her with me instead.
God, the woman is a cunning snake. Despite her being good friends with my ex, one week after we split, I ran into her at an event and since then she’s been shamelessly flirting and angling to get me to go on a date.
It took me nineteen years to finally be free of one shrew, I’m not about to make that mistake again, I couldn’t give a steaming pile of fuck how hot she is. The mere thought alone makes my balls want to shrivel and jump back up into my body.
I stand up and walk around my office, stopping to stare out of the window overlooking the city. “Suzan, If I’m honest, I would hate to waste your expertise on something so… minimal. I’d much rather you personally focus on my company’s anniversary gala which is next week. That is my priority, and it is far more important than some inconsequential dinner for twenty odd investors which let’s be frank will be a waste of time for someone like you.”
Suzan hums on the other end, “You may be right, it could be a stretch for me to take out four days right before your company’s gala and you did pay the premium to have me personally organize it, though I would have given you a significant discount with benefits if you’d just agree to a dinner date with me.”
I roll my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. There she goes again. This coming from the same woman that forbids her employees from having relations with clients.
“I’m not dating and not looking to date anytime soon. I also don’t date my ex-wives friends.” I assert hardening my tone, so she knows I’m not just playing hard to get. “I’ll be in touch to arrange a meeting with Miss West to go over all details and arrangements. I hope you feel better soon.” I hang up the phone before she could even utter a bye and release a slow agitated breath.
That woman irks me.
* * *
I wrapup work earlier and head out to get a haircut and my beard trimmed before April’s birthday bash tonight. I agreed to swing by after the dinner, I intend to spend as little time as possible with those hollow twerps she loves to associate herself with. And the one and only reason I agreed is for my son. Growing up the poor kid had to suffer watching us at one another’s throats, the constant arguments, the frosty atmosphere in the house, should not be the environment a child is brought up in. I can honestly count on one hand the happy moments we shared together which was when he was a baby.
I’m not saying I’m perfect, I’ve surely made my mistakes throwing myself into work, never being around to avoid seeing April. My resentment for my wife and absence wound up severing the bond I had with my son and that’s on me.
On my way to April’s party, I stop off to drop a package to Savi. Hannah takes the black box with the satin red ribbon and smiles, quirking a brow when I instruct her to leave it on Savannah’s bed.
Like a child heading to their favorite toy store, I’m excited and looking forward to the Istanbul trip with her. Having her all to myself for four days, my dick rejoices in my pants just thinking of all the wicked things I’m going to do to her.
I pull up outside the condo April has hired to throw her party and hand the key to my Range Rover to the valet and make my way over to the entrance. The door is left ajar, so I push it and walk in. I can hear voices the moment I step in and follow it until I find who the voices belong to. I see my son Trent and some woman having a disagreement. I almost turn and walk away until I catch a glimpse of the girl’s face.
No, it fucking can’t be.
My feet suddenly turn to lead and despite my best effort they refuse to move an inch. “Dad.” I distantly hear Trent say, and my suspicions are confirmed when she turns and those amber eyes that captivate me interlock with mine and I feel heat rise up my neck, especially when I lower my gaze and see my son’s hands gripping her waist, the same waist I was gripping this morning as I was ramming my cock into her. My hands fist by my sides. What the fuck is she doing with my boy? How do they know each other?
Savannah’s wide eyes dart back and forth from Trent to me, a look of terror on her pretty face.
The silence drags between us and it felt like forever until I finally found my voice and forced myself to say something. “Everything all right?” I ask and cast a look at Savannah.
Trent looks at Savi and she peers up at him when he pulls her to his side and wraps his arm around her waist. My insides clinch tight and every drop of breath I had in my lungs vanishes. “Yeah, everything is fine Dad, Sav and I were just talking.” Trent slurs drunkenly.
“Sav?” I intone and he nods and gestures to me.
He sways on his feet and smiles lazily, “Yeah, uh, Sav, this is my dad, Logan. Dad this is Savannah, the girl I’ve been dating.” I consider myself a calm man, but this is one moment I’m really struggling to keep my composure. I have this burning urge to walk over to them, rip Savannah out of my son’s hold and demand to know what the fuck is going on. Savannah was supposed to be working an event tonight, what is she doing here? How the hell did I wind up fucking my son’s girlfriend for fuck’s sake?
“Dated.” Savannah finally speaks up and breaks out of his hold, likely gauging the formidable looks I’ve been throwing her way. “We broke up,” she grits and casts me a fleeting look while I glare back at her furiously. Thank God Trent is too inebriated to pick up on the tension between us.
Savannah mentioned the night we met about her ex-boyfriend that dumped her a couple of days before her birthday, I just never would have imagined it would turn out to be my son.
This is un-fucking-believable, of all the women I could have met and fucked why did it have to be her. My stomach rolls and I shake my head, I’m too angry to talk and I can’t just fucking storm off without it raising suspicion.
Fuck!
“Mom is out back, Dad,” Trent says indirectly dismissing me so I could leave them alone to continue their ‘talk’.
Without another word I nod and turn to walk toward the backyard. I’ll wish April a happy birthday, show my face and get the hell out of here. As I walk away, I can feel Savannah’s gaze penetrating my back, and it takes every ounce of my willpower to not put my fist through a wall.
This is going to do wonders for my relationship with Trent if he finds out. What am I supposed to say to him? Oh, sorry son, I’ve been unwittingly fucking your ex-girlfriend the past few days.
Shit, shit, shit.