What kind of perverse bullshit have I gone and gotten myself involved in.
I need to talk to Savannah and get to the bottom of this before I lose my mind.
* * *
The next houror so I spend making small talk with people I couldn’t stand, not that I was even listening to a word that was coming from their mouths. I’m disengaged from everyone around me, my mind is whirring and I’m still feeling irritated. My eyes scan the area in search of Savi; apparently she’s working the event covering for Suzan, so she wasn’t lying— that’s something at least. We’re both just victims of circumstance. Our twisted fates playing a very sick game on us both.
While I’m pretending to listen to Steve go on and on about bit coin investment, I catch a glimpse of Savi in the kitchen. I hate that she looks so good in that red dress and despite my annoyance I can’t stop picturing myself tearing it off her perfect body.
Trent is engrossed in conversation with his cousins and April is talking with her sisters. This is my chance to slip away unnoticed and catch Savi before she leaves. There is no way I’ll make it through the night without talking to her. Jesus, I couldn’t listen to Steve any longer, so I excuse myself mid-conversation and walk off in the direction of the kitchen. I loosen the tie around my neck while I look around for her. I round the corner and see her heading up the stairs.
Glancing back I make sure no one is around and follow her up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Savi’s completely oblivious of my presence until I reach the top and grasp her arm, startling her; she gapes when I drag her toward the array of doors down the corridor.
“Logan, what are you doing?” she asks in a flurry looking back to make sure no one is around to see us.
At that moment, I couldn’t give a toss who saw us. I open the door at the far end of the corridor which happened to be a study, and stuff her in the room, close the door and press her into it.
We stare at one another for a long moment, both our chests rising and falling hastily with every jagged breath we took. My jaw is clenched so tight it aches and throbs unpleasantly. “Is he the ex you were telling me about the other night?” I demand hotly and she peers up at me, “Say something, Savannah.” I hiss impatiently and place my hands on either side of her head, caging her in.
Savi’s brows fuse and she blinks up at me, “Yes, we broke up the night before you and I met.”
I bite the inside of my cheek and force myself to hold her gaze and not look at that inviting mouth of hers. “Jesus Christ, Savannah, please tell me you didn’t fucking know because I don’t think I can stomach the alternate scenario right now.”
“No, of course I didn’t know.” She sputters, her gaze stormy. “What the hell do you take me for? You think I planned to screw my ex-boyfriend’s dad just to get back at him for dumping me? Are you being serious right now?” She retorts, her tone wounded. “You neglected to mention that you even had a kid. Besides, if he’s your son why doesn’t Trent carry your last name? Why does he go by Lane?”
“Because he chose to take his mother’s maiden name after we divorced. We don’t exactly have a doting father son relationship—no thanks to his shrew of a mother.” I utter bitterly with a shake of my head.
“So, I’ve heard.” Savannah replies with a sigh.
“Are you back together with him?” I ask before I could stop myself and Savi stares up at me blankly for a beat before she shakes her head slowly.
“No, I am not back together with him, and I have no intention to be either. No offence Logan, but your son is an egocentric prick that can’t seem to figure out what he wants and I’m tired of waiting around for him to pull his finger out and grow up.” Well, she’s not wrong there. I’ve had many conversations and arguments with him about his future, but it seems to go in one ear and straight out the other.
I’d honestly get more out of a brick wall than I do him sometimes and it’s so unbelievably infuriating. Trent loves the easy life his mother and I provide for him, he has absolutely no aspirations whatsoever.
He doesn’t have the drive or ambition I did at his age. Life is just one big party for him and the lack of affection he got from myself I try to make up for with materialistic things—which I know is so wrong, but you need to build a foundation somewhere.
I’m not going to lie it did madden me that he mistreated Savi and hurt her multiple times and a part of me is secretly pleased she’s realized she deserves better than him. Because she does, a girl like her doesn’t come around often and needs to be cherished.
“So, what now?” Savi sighs chewing on her lip tentatively and I can’t fight off the urge any longer. I lower my gaze to her mouth and press my molars together.
“We can no longer see each other. Even if you are broken up, you’re still my son’s ex-girlfriend and I can’t knowingly betray him like that. It would be morally wrong to keep seeing you.” I force myself to say and Savannah nods meekly.
“No, I completely agree.” She replies softly, her eyes lifting to mine. We stare at one another and the longer I stand close to her, the scent of her sweet perfume surrounding me, the harder I’m fighting the urge to close the gap and devour that mouth of hers. It’s absolute torture, I’m in physical pain. “It would be wrong,” she adds with a breathy whisper.
“Very wrong,” I respond in the same manner. My fingers itch to reach up and brush against her soft cheek just to hear her moan for me like she does.
Hell, Logan, stop staring at her mouth you moron. What are you doing? Get the fuck out of there!
“I should probably go.” Savannah says but makes no move to actually leave and I nod mutely, my arms still caging her in with absolutely no intention to move so she could go.
“I spoke to your boss earlier this afternoon, she’s agreed to let you organize the get together in Istanbul.” A surprised look flashes across her beautiful face. “However, considering the circumstance I don’t know how appropriate it would be to take my son’s ex-girlfriend on a trip with me.” My stomach sinks just uttering those words and the disappointment that settles in her eyes makes me ache deeply.
“Oh, well you should take one of the other girls or Suzan, I’m sure she would be thrilled to go with you.” There’s a little bite laced in her voice when she speaks and had I not been royally pissed off I would have thoroughly reveled in the fact she’s a little bitter about me going with another woman.
“I don’t want them Savannah, I want you.”
“Logan, you just said it wouldn’t be right for us to go together.”