Kicking Reality

“Wesley,” I mumble. “He said he was going to have his way with me and I had no choice.”

Logan lets out a sinister laugh. “No way you’re going home. Over my fucking dead body.”

“What do you care anyway? It’s not like you’re my fiancé. Or even my boyfriend . . . you’re my . . .” Trailing off, I stop talking not wanting to say any more.

Logan buries his head into his knees, covering his face. Just like me, he looked defeated. I just wasn’t sure why. “What are you trying to say, Emmy?”

“I’m not saying anything.”

“I know you,” he sputters, momentarily beyond words. “You always have something to say.”

“Not this time.” I pause, then retract that comment and voice my thoughts without any care in the world. “We agreed it was one time and that was it. I got off, maybe you got off. It was a great night. Three cheers for knowing how to get a girl off in less than three minutes.”

Logan lifts his head, watching me with a steady yet pained gaze. Why did he have to be so beautiful? Of all the glamorous men attending that party, why is Logan the one I can’t get out of my head?

“I just want to go home, Logan. I really want to lay down and close my eyes.”

“I won’t take you home. Not to him.”

He shuffles closer to me, resting my head on his lap. When he begins to stroke my hair, I fight to hold back my tears but lose the battle quickly.

“Why are you crying?”

“Because I’m tired.” I cry openly, through thin strained sobs “Of everything.”

“Then don’t be.”

It takes a moment to compose myself, sitting up and questioning him. “What do you mean?”

“You’re tired of the responsibility. You’re tired of being in front of the cameras. So am I, Emmy. I’m done with it too. L

et’s live a little. Just you and me. No one else has to know.”

“I’m not following you.”

“Let’s throw all caution into the wind. Have fun, just you and me and no Ash. He doesn’t need to know.”

“But the show?”

“They don’t always follow you.”

“What exactly would we do?”

“Whatever you want, Emmy. Whatever your fucking heart desires.”

I smile, through my tears. “Whatever I want?”

He nods with a grin, staring at my mouth as he runs his finger against my bottom lip.

I push down the button of the screen and speak into the speaker. “Ted? Take us to Hollywood Boulevard.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“What exciting thing is there to do on Hollywood Boulevard?” Logan asks, wiping the tear from my face while waiting for an answer.

“Just you wait and see.”

“Revenge is an ugly disease.”