Billionaire's Single Mom

Guilt gnawed at me, pushing my newly found calm away. Logan probably thought I was avoiding him or even mad at him. I’d gone to bed early the previous night after dinner, not trusting myself to keep my hands off him. In the morning, we’d barely talked at breakfast. He’d tried, but I kept giving him one- or two-word answers.

A sigh escaped my mouth, but I tried to cover it up with a forced yawn. My driver looked into the rear-view mirror for a second but said nothing. Maybe he knew not to pry. Maybe he didn’t care. Either way, I was glad he didn’t try and strike up a conversation.

Every time I thought I had everything under control, it somehow slipped through my fingers. I leaned my head against the window, watching the buildings, people, and cars rush by as I reflected on the day before.

The memory of Logan’s hungry eyes after I dropped my robe lingered in my head. Warmth spread from my center at the thought of him slamming into me, filling me. I gulped down some air and then took several deep breaths.

I was still a bit sore from yesterday, but that didn’t quench my body’s thirst for Logan. He’d been passionate but not too rough. It’d been a long time since I’d been with anyone. And longer still since I’d been with anyone who cared so much about making me cum. The satisfaction from my orgasms more than made up for a little tenderness down there.

Could it have just been about me getting laid? The idea had occurred to me, and I hoped now that we’d slept together, I’d be able to get him out of my system sooner than later.

The problem was I wasn’t sure what I felt about my own behavior. I couldn’t say I regretted it, but the sex complicated things with Logan. There was no way I would delude myself about that. Before, we were friends who’d kissed a few times, but passionate lovemaking wasn’t something I could pretend didn’t happen, especially when I was still feeling it the next day.

Friends with benefits? I didn’t know. I didn’t really believe in that sort of thing, but I also wasn’t ready for something more, even if my body craved Logan. A trip to a foreign country where I was removed from daily routine wasn’t a good place to start a relationship. Bless my heart.

“About ten minutes now,” my driver said.

“Thank you,” I replied quietly.

Worrying about Logan could wait. I might never be able to return to Tokyo, so I couldn’t let my silly heart ruin a good trip. I knew I couldn’t see everything I wanted in a day and a half but moping about the future wouldn’t accomplish anything. It was time for a little fun and forgetting.

* * *

After sunset, I stifled a yawn as I stepped into the hotel elevator, two heavy cloth bags filled with presents on my arms. My driver wanted to help bring them up, but maybe I was feeling the need to show off a little and represent for Tennessee. He seemed more annoyed than impressed, but everyone from Mama to even Logan by now knew how stubborn I could be. He learned the lesson quickly enough.

A box peeked out of the top of one of the bags, the LEGO logo prominent, even if I didn’t have any clue what the Japanese writing on it said. The picture showed samurai and ninja figures in some sort of forest set, which seemed very appropriate for Japan.

Not that Juniper would care if her new LEGO sets were themed to match my trip or not. She’d simply be happy to have new LEGOs.

Besides the LEGOs, dolls, jewelry, and knickknacks filled my bags. Juniper would love them, and Mama would at least fake liking th

em. She wasn’t much for foreign stuff. She’d told Daddy once that Canada was too exotic for her tastes.

The memory made me chuckle. I sighed and shook my head. Even though I missed Daddy, a lifetime of good memories would keep him close to my heart until I joined him in Heaven. I only hoped I was doing the same thing for my daughter.

I sighed, missing my little sweet pea. It’d only been a few days, but it felt like weeks.

The elevator dinged open, and I marched to my room, a little melancholy. After setting the bags on the floor, I flopped on the bed.

I spared a brief glance at the now closed door between the rooms, and then I grabbed my phone and checked through my photos. No matter how much I tried to hurry, I’d missed a lot of interesting sights and places. This was the kind of city you needed months to explore, not a couple of days. I’d not even done a good job of exploring Odaiba in one day.

In one of my pictures, a ramen cook smiled into my camera from his cart. The next several shots were of the delicious pork ramen bowl I’d had for lunch. Top view. Side view. Close-up view. That sort of thing. I wasn’t exactly the queen of Instagram, but I could take an interesting picture or two.

Growing up, I’d always thought of ramen as nothing more than our grocery store-bought dry, crunchy noodles in the little package or a Styrofoam cup, something you bought in big packs as cheap filler. Having an authentic bowl with pork and all the vegetables was a delight, the savory flavor almost returning to my tongue over the memory.

I swiped through more photos, including a good sixty or so I’d taken at the Tokyo Trick Art Museum. One made it look like I was being swallowed by some strange giant, even though in truth, it was a painting on the wall and floor. The whole place was filled with art focused around optical illusions.

Putting my arm over my face, I let out a long sigh and dropped my phone on the bed. Juniper would have loved that place. I could imagine her squeal of delight at all the strangeness and little tricks of the eye.

Not to mention the LEGO place. I ducked in it to buy the sets for her, but there was a whole LEGO experience there she would have died for. She would have even found the ramen cart great fun.

Another sad sigh escaped my lips. I regretted not bringing Juniper. Lionel probably wouldn’t have fought me. Or maybe he would have done it to mess with me. I couldn’t be sure.

I picked my phone back up. The time difference made it hard to know when to contact her. I needed to hear her voice.

After tapping into my phone, I figured out that around noon would be a good time to call Juniper. I’d be able to catch before bed. Smiling to myself, I set a reminder.

Someone knocked on my door. I rolled to the side of the bed and stood, yawning again. When I opened the door, I wasn’t surprised to see Logan. He smiled at me.