The Revenge Games Duet

“About last night, Em...” Wesley corners me in the kitchen on my hunt for Advil. It’s 7:15 a.m. and I’m running on two hours sleep.

When my alarm went off fifteen minutes ago, I’d completely forgotten about a photoshoot which was scheduled this morning at Venice Beach. I pride myself on being punctual and reliable, not wanting to let down the photoshoot crew. The old me would have been up at 4:00 a.m. doing sprints on the beach to get myself looking the best as I can for the shoot.

The new me wants to crawl into a hole and die.

“I’m sorry, Em. I was drinking and shouldn’t have been so forceful. I know you’re angry, I mean fuck, you didn’t get home till after four,” he says in desperation, pacing up and down the kitchen, stopping only to shove a bagel in his mouth.

I’m listening attentively allowing him to speak, but my head is pounding like a bitch and I’m ready to call quits on life and climb back into bed.

“I was angry,” I tell him in a hoarse voice. “Not just at you.”

“Your brother?”

I nod, keeping my words to a minimum. Talking hurts my brain.

He continues to speak but I’m only half listening.

Last night was... I don’t know.

I was bold, brave, something I hadn’t been in a long time. I took that bold me and pretty much offered to be Logan’s fuck buddy.

What was I thinking? Like he needs a fuck buddy.

I know enough that he pretty much fucks whoever and whenever he likes. There’s no shortage of fucking. Probably what happens when you’re crowned the hottest athlete? I hate to admit I’ve sold myself short, desperate for anything to make me wild and careless.

After we both admitted that spending a night together would be harmless fun, we jumped into a cab where we made out for the entire ride to the hotel. The cab driver warned us several times that he charged extra to be a mobile sex vehicle. It was enough to break the ice, laughing for one moment and kissing heavily the next.

Kissing Logan is something else. I’m not the biggest fan of kissing. I mean, it’s nice and everything, but I guess after years of being in a relationship you avoid the warmup and head straight for the main show. Yet, something about him is different. It’s intense. Several times I found myself pulling back because he’d almost dry-humped me into an orgasm. This coming from the guy who had zero appeal to me a few weeks ago, and now, I want him naked underneath me while I ride him like a cowgirl hitching a ride to town.

Stop thinking about riding him. You know he’s well endowed. It practically poked your eye out in the cab.

“He’s a guy, Em. Men are programmed differently than women.”

I focus on Wesley, unsure of what we’re talking about. Taking a punt, I comment, “Yeah, I know. But vows are vows regardless of how long you’ve known the person.”

“You’re right.”

“You’re agreeing with me?” I answer in shock, wishing I didn’t stretch my eyebrows because the pain is unbearable.

“Yeah, marriage is sacred. People fuck up. Don’t punish them for a lifetime because mistakes are just that… mistakes.”

I can see he’s still trying to justify his behavior in Amsterdam. If I had more energy, I would debate this topic and leave a very negative vibe in the room. But George walked in moments earlier, sniffing at his bowl and he’s staring at me with pitiful eyes because I haven’t put out his kibble. I know what he’s thinking, There they go again, fighting over the same thing. Why is Daddy such a douchebag?

Opening the bottom cupboard, I take out the bag and pour a small amount into his bowl. Even then, George sniffs the bowl and holds back his need to snack on the dry food. George is a peculiar dog, he only eats food when everyone leaves the room, and even then, he waits a few minutes not wanting to be caught.

“He’s your brother. That’s family, Em. Just don’t let it get to you.”

Wesley was never ‘pro’ family. His mom is a well-known gold-digger who married some billionaire and moved from Bel-Air to the South of France. Her priorities are men and money. Although Wes hates talking about her, I can tell he doesn’t approve of her lifestyle and wishes he had a mother less involved in herself. I’ve met her twice during our relationship, and each time I wondered how a woman could be so possessed by wealth. She’s never shy in parading the fact that her son is a well-known star. Her only disappointment is Wes’ sister—Clara. She lives in Utah on some ranch with her husband and two sons. A stay-at-home mom who couldn’t care less about money.

Ash is something else, though. Sure, I was livid he could so easily disregard his marriage for a night of sex, but what I didn’t expect was for him to be at the hotel, alone, later. Thinking back…

Logan pushes my body against the mirror that lined the elevator. Sliding his hand up my leg, he settled it on the back of my thigh. His kisses were fast, desperate, and left me breathless. He did this thing where he moaned every time I ground on him. I fucking loved it, purposely doing it on repeat so I could hear his frustration come out each time.

The elevator pinged and I pushed him away with force to the other side of the elevator, bowing my head as the doors opened to Ash’s voice. “There you guys are. I was beginning to worry.” He paused, and it gave me a chance to look up. “What’s going on? Wait, did you guys get into a fight again? I swear I can’t fucking take you two anywhere. Just move on, will you?”

“Actually...” I cleared my throat, “… there was this crazed homeless guy around the corner and he started chasing us, so we ran, hence why we’re out of breath.”

“Yeah,” Logan follows. “I think he had a knife.”