His body slumps, his eyebrows knit together in a frown. I’m sure he feels defeated the same as I am feeling right now.
“What are you trying to say, Emmy?”
“I’m not saying anything.”
“I-I know you,” he stutters. “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 does he have to be so beautiful? Of all the glamorous men attending the party tonight, why is Logan the one I can’t get out of my head?
“I just want to go home, Logan. All I want is to lay down and close my eyes.”
“I won’t take you home… not to him.”
I shuffle a little closer, 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 then sit up and question 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. Let’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 will 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 the button to extend the screen and speak into the speaker, “Ted? Take us to Hollywood Boulevard.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“What exciting things are there to do on Hollywood Boulevard?” Logan asks, wiping the tears from my face with his thumb while waiting for an answer.
“Just you wait and see.”
Chapter Twelve
“Revenge is an ugly disease.”
~ Logan Carrington
“You misled me when we pulled up at Costumes and Toys.” A wicked smile flashes on her face as her bouncing body moves in through the automatic doors.