40. Ex husbands, sex services and slumber parties

You bewilder me. Befuddle me. Astonish me. Keep me on my toes, always guessing and wondering. And maybe that is why I love you so much. Because you are still a puzzle to me even after I have solved you. - Logan

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40. Ex husbands, sex services and slumber parties

(Alexandra)

Her body was burning in anger. She couldn't focus on anything, except on his words. On how wrong they sounded, even if those were the words she had wanted to hear for so long.

It kept ringing inside her and the words she had always wanted to hear... They felt like burning acid at the base of her heart.

She couldn't believe how every ideals he ever had, how everything he had always rejected changed with just one word from her.

Pregnant.

Is that such a magical word that it can elicit confession from him, when her tears and heart break couldn't?

"Lex, sit down. Don't make a scene." He said as he stared up at her, his gray eyes full of warning.

As if he has any right to warn me! She thought with a belligerent frown.

"Oh, don't worry. I won't make a scene and spoil your so called reputation." She bared her teeth at him, feeling the need to attack him... She was so hungry for some blood. His blood.

He chuckled at her with an amused smile.

He chuckled. The pig!

Her anger was so magnificent that she wondered if she would explode along with him if she stood there any longer.

How dare he do this to her!!!

"I don't damn care about my reputation. If you want to make a scene, let's make one together." He said as he stood up from the chair. When he waved to the waiter, Alex grunted at him. "I want to make one with you."

"I can pay for my cake. You don't have to pay for me." She said as she pulled her hand away from his grasp.

His touch still stirred feelings she would rather not feel.

This wasn't becoming. This was so wrong. she was a blathering idiot.

Ah... I know. But still...

I am an idiot. I know! I know, but God, I want him. He stirs me up even when I don't want to

"Oh, it is alright. And Alex, stop eating so much sugar. It is not good for the baby." He said in that know-it-all tone she so hated and Alex wanted to dump the remaining cake over his stupidly sexy face.

But she wasn't that impulsive.

"Now, you are a baby whisperer? Eh? Very well. You know what else is not good for the baby? You. Getting. Me. Angry." She said as she turned back from him and started towards her room.

She didn't have patience to deal with his arrogance today.

She had puked the whole morning and ate the whole noon. It was one rigorous cycle of eating and vomiting.

Somedays she even puked for the whole damn day, and wished she could live in the bathroom.

Whoever named it as morning sickness was so damn wrong.

And also, she had terrible mood swings that drained her. The hormones were wreaking havoc to her mind and body. It felt like an emotional rollercoaster that sometimes even she couldn't understand herself.

Must be this baby is taking after its daddy.

The cake felt uncomfortable in her stomach as she walked. She would rather not puke in front of him. She would rather if he just went away.

But it looked like he wasn't going away.

After a while she turned back with a scowl as she looked at Logan.

"Don't follow me, you creep." She spat at him.

Two waiters walking around with a tray stopped and looked at them, worry in their eyes. Alex felt strangely evil as she looked at Logan.

I love you. Hah! He loves me?!

Yeah, when did that happen? Under the Peepal tree (Bodhi tree) where Buddha had attained his enlightenment?

Where had been this tree hidden before when she needed it? When her heart was tearing apart and aching so much?!

What a big, fat liar.

Or maybe the baby is his Bodhi tree.

So he loved the baby even without seeing it and suddenly he wanted to be there for it and for her by default? She wasn't going to be anybody's second choice.

She didn't know why it made her strangely jealous and angry and it was stupid to be envious of an unborn baby. Her baby.

But getting angry with Logan, it wasn't stupid. It was sensible. It was the right thing to do, or she might give in to the temptation of seeing him in that wicked red shirt.

She had always loved him in that damn shirt. It showed his toned arms and his beautiful body and he looked sinful and deliciously tempting.

She could remember one lazy Sunday noon they had made love when he was wearing this shirt in vivid details and it made her pulse race.

This red shirt made him look like red velvet cake draped in her favorite cream cheese. Sinfully mouthwatering and forbidden. Full of calories. Bad for your health. Bad, bad.

And she wanted... Still, she wanted.

Even when she was angry... She yearned.

She almost knew what he was talking about that evening in Fabien's gala when he kissed her after accusing her of betrayal.

Lust. Must be this!!!

"Please don't follow me, Logan." She sighed. "I will call the security. This is a public place. You can't-" She said with fake panic in her voice and the man who was in the corridor sstopped walking and turned back to look at them.

"Stop." Logan muttered under his breath. His eyes flashed and her heart thundered.

Alex blinked innocently up at him.

God. He looks hot. She thought and dissed herself for thinking like that. She couldn't - she just couldn't.

It is the hormones. And I am feeling strangely horny.

Really? What about all those time before the baby? It is not just hormones. It is Logan. The irritating voice said and she shook her head. She didn't want to listen to its words of wisdom. Or derision. Gah!

You shut up.

"Madam, is this man giving you any problems?" He asked.

She looked at the man and realized he was one of the receptionists, Evan.

"I mean-" Alex started.

"Sir, if you don't leave, I will call the manager." Evan said to Logan and Logan gave him a cool smile which was not anywhere closer to a smile.

"Call him. Whatever." Logan said with a smirk and a wave of his hands.

"Jerk." Alex whispered.

"You are the one who is being a jerk here." He whispered back.

Evan, the receptionist, didn't hesitate.

Must be a dutiful guy.

He called the manager and Alex wanted to stop him, but she was feeling strangely vindictive today and she needed to vent it somehow, or she would just wrap her palms around Logan's neck and squeeze. Or bite right there.

She licked her lips.

She wasn't a violent woman, never had been, until Logan.

She hadn't been many things until Logan.

Stupid Logan. And his stupid face.

"Mr. Forte, hello, hello. Welcome to our humble place. So what are you doing here? You should have called me the moment you were here." He said to Logan and turned back to Evan. "Evan, where is the man who is harassing this young lady?" The manager asked with a grin in Logan's direction.

"It is this man." Evan pointed to Logan with a frown. He didn't look impressed, not at all.

"Nonsense. Mr. Forte is a respectable man, Evan. His company built this hotel, and he is the one who drew the plans." The man said with an apologetic look in Logan's direction. "Sorry Mr. Forte, he is new here and he wouldn't do these mistakes-"

"So what if he is rich? Most rich men are creeps these days. And I didn't do any mistake. You can ask Ms. Steele." Evan pointed to Alex with a small worried frown. Alex felt bad for the guy. He was a good guy.

"It is okay, Evan, you can go." She said and turned to the manager. "And he is not wrong. He is right. We are fighting and he wanted to help. So..." Alex shrugged.

"Husband and wife fight." Logan said as he wrapped an arm around her, like she was his property ornsomething and she pressed her shoe against his. He winced before moving away.

"Sorry." Evan said with a regretful look on his face and Alex smiled.

"No, you needn't be. Thank you." Alex said as she turned and walked away and she could feel Logan following her.

She sighed.

So it is going to be like this. Okay.

She opened the door to her room and she didn't bother closing it. He was going to come in no matter what and she had to deal with it. He knew how to come in through closed doors.

After all, her heart was closed once before, too.

"Can you stop being childish now and listen to me, Lex?" He sounded tired.

She sat down and crossed her legs and looked up at him with a nod. "Go on. Enlighten me."

"I said I love you."

"So you said."

"And you-"

"And I said shut up. I know."

"Alex, I know I was wrong, but being stubborn is only going to hurt us both again and again. I have lost a lot because I was angry and afraid, afraid to love you, afraid to accept I loved you. You can't do that now, not after all these times I have wasted. I-"

"Okay then, you can love me. I am not angry and I can't ask you not to love me. That is your right. But I don't love you anymore, so..."

"Bullshit." He spat as he grabbed her hands and pulled her to him.

"Your ego is only a million times bigger than your arrogance. I have never seen a most infuriating man in my life. I have--"

"Shut up, Alex." He pressed a finger against her lips and she stopped. Her heart did, too.

She stared into his familiar eyes and her body throbbed with want and need.

It was like an ache deep in her bones and her core. Ans only he could satiate her. Fill her.

Okay. I need him. I am so- so going to hell!

No, don't do th- this...

She was as shocked as he when she pulled away from his finger, grabbed him by the front of his shirt and kissed him.

He tasted like red velvet too. And she wasn't full yet. She was still famished, still starving.

So she kissed and kissed and kissed.

(Logan)

This was unexpected, but still so nice. She looked like she was possessed by some debauched devil. And he liked it.

God. I missed it.

Her hands were all over him and her lips were taunting and teasing and biting and he lost the sense of everything.

Except her.

It was always like this.

She looked flushed when she finally pulled away from him. His shirt was crinkled and her bodice was pulled down, exposing creamy skin to his starving eyes.

He licked his lips.

She stepped closer to him and ran her fingers down his thighs, tauntingly slow.

His breathing hitched and she gave a moan. A low, breathy moan that wrapped around his nerves, sending blood spiralling downwards.

His head was spinning. His eyes were blurry. His breathing was hard and fast.

It was so long, so long since he was with her and his body was starving for her. A touch. Just a touch.

And she was bestowing him with everything he could have asked for.

Touch. Kiss. And more. And more.

Everything was too much for him. He felt like he was drowning inside her, but he would gladly drown. He wasn't complaining about that, not anymore.

He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her closer until her body touched his. It was sweet relief.

They both gasped together and she opened her lips, sucked in a deep breath. His heart walloped.

He watched mesmerized as her pink lips formed into an O before her teeth bit her side lips. She looked at him, her eyes clouded with desire. It was a mating call. And he desperately needed to see that. He bent down and kissed her. And she parted her lips when he bit it gently, seeking permission. She gave in, and he surrendered.

Her tongue tangled with his and he could breathe her, every bit of her. Feel her.

And it was such a nice place to be that he never wanted to move away from her lips. Or her.

I love you.

She pulled away and pressed her lips against his neck in a warm kiss. It made his body tingle.

It was sweet, hot and his heart overflowed with emotions. Emotions he had never thought he would feel for a woman.

Love. Friendship. Adoration. Respect.

Yes. She was his best friend. And she was also the woman he was in love with. He could finally understand how love and friendship aren't miles away.

There was only one Alex for him, and he had been an idiot to have never realized it. To have not seen it.

He had almost lost her.

And he couldn't imagine losing her. To never having her in his life.

She pushed him down to the bed and sat on top of him and he moaned. She dragged her fingers on his jeans clad legs before she popped open his button.

He gasped when she opened his zipper and she gave him a small smile, one full of wickedness.

And then she was taking him inside her, all the way, and they belonged.

Like that. Just like that.

Like a puzzle fitting right in. Like a jar and a lid made exactly for that.

It was love making. Not sex... Not just sex. It was much more.

It was lust, but love, as well. So much love.

He moved along with her, filling himself with the essence of her. More, more. And more.

She bit her lips and threw her head back with a moan as he slid inside her.

He sucked her neck and she arched back with his name a slight whisper on her swollen lips. Her brown hair fell messily down her back and her head was angled upward, showing pale throat. Her eyes were closed, but he could see how her green eyes would look-- a shade darker-- and the gold flecks would gleam.

She looked like a witch in the twilight hour. A sexy witch. And he was bewitched.

There was no escaping her. No running.

He had lost. Yet it was his success.

"Oh Logan." She moaned and he pressed against her and she gasped in pleasure as he pressed inside her.

He shattered along with her.

It was beautiful. They burned. Like the last of metorites. Together.

His heart was content. "I love you, baby. You are-"

"Oh, shut up." She wrinkled her nose as she pulled away from him and stepped down. She pulled her skirt down and top up, covering everything he tried to uncover.

He groaned.

"What?" He asked stunned as he lied there, pants half down, shirt half opened, feeling totally exposed and she shrugged casually.

Like this was something very casual. Usual.

"You can go now." She said, looking cool as cucumber as she combed her fingers through her hair and Logan, the one who was always cool, always so calm wasn't cool or calm anymore.

And he was still trying to pull his damn pants up, which was adamant about not moving up and it was not a very appealing situation. Or a flattering one.

He looked like a clown, trying to wriggle himself back inside his damn pant.

And she was standing there like a queen, looking down at her measly servant, ordering him about.

Sex slave? His own mind was an abomination.

He finally zipped his pants and stood up from the bed. Now he could finally see her eye to eye.

"You did all that to me and now you are asking me to go?" He asked as he stared at her. His body ached, still. He wanted more of her.

Evil woman!!!

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Sorry? What the hell?"

"Sorry. I mean, I was horny, you know. It is the hormones, and it feels like I am always horny these days. And you were available and I am still not tired of having sex with you. So why not have some fun?" She said as she stared at him and licked her lips, like he was one of her favorite chocolate cakes that she would love to swallow.

It made him horny, as well, but still...

"What are you coming to say, Alexandra Annie Forte?" He couldn't believe his ears or his eyes.

This was not his Alex. She was never this brave or brash. This woman was possessed.

And you like her, still...

Okay, I like her. It is hot as hell.

"Steele." She corrected him. "I am saying... Really. I never wanted to see you again, but fate has other plans, that stupid thing and since we will be seeing each other, anyways, why not merge the business with some pleasure?" She asked and he couldn't help but gape at this strange woman in front of him.

He confessed and here she was...

"You are saying that you will be using my body whenever you please and there will be nothing else between us. Is that right?" He asked with a frown.

"Yeah. Exactly. You have always been a sharp man. You will be my escort service for the time being, until I get bored anyways. This time, I can even promise you, there will be no feelings. Not on my part. It will be purely no string attached-"

"And yet the baby is the biggest string between us." He grunted.

"So you are saying no?" She shrugged. "It is fine. I will find someone else."

"You won't be finding anyone else." He growled as he took a step towards her and she gave him a dainty shrug.

There was something wrong with her head!!! Or she was getting her revenge.

"Says who?" She said in this strangely singsong voice that grated against his nerves. He gritted his teeth as he stared at the infuriating woman in front of him.

Of course. He never believed that she would accept his confession just like that. He had imagined a hundred scenarios and nothing came close to the reality.

There was a possible scene where she would be angry and yell at him, like she first did. Or the one where she would simply reject him. Or the one where she would be hugging him in excitement.

But this... Asking him to be her sex service?This was beyond his imagination. This was bewildering and confusing and he couldn't understand this. No matter how hard he tried to gather his wits and gauze the situation, he simply couldn't.

His brain couldn't solve this.

This woman was one of a kind.

She bewildered him. Befuddled him. Kept him on his toes, always guessing and wondering and he loved her so damn much. And it was all so beautiful and amazing except when it wasn't, so much.

He could have promised anyone that he knew everything that was to know about her, and yet, he would never know her.

And he loved her, still, because she was amazing.

"Me!" He said with an exasperated sigh. "Me."

"And I care why?" She asked as she opened the door for him with a smile. "That is the way out." She pointed the door to him. "Tata, Logan." She said before she disappeared inside and he stood there, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at the place where she previously stood and the opened door in front of him.

"Aren't you going yet?" He jerked up to see a woman walking inside the room.

"Who are you?" He wrinkled his brows.

"Stella, Dumbo. And from the state you are in, you are Logan." She said. "I would shake your hand, but then I am afraid I would break it. So... Bye." She said as she threw the bag in her hand in the bed before her eyes widened.

"So that happened." She muttered to herself before she sat in the ottoman at the side and crossed her legs and then stared up at him.

"He is still here?"

"Yes, he looked electrocuted. What did you do to him, Alex?"

"Nothing new. So, did you buy me peanut butter and pineapple." Alex asked as she grabbed the bag from the bed.

"Yup. Please don't put the peanut butter over pineapple."

"So, is he going to stand there all day?"

"I don't know. The man looked shocked to his bones. So? You shouldn't have done that." Stella's voice was reprimanding. "You know you shouldn't have."

"What? I was horny and he is still sexy, even though he is a moron with mozzarella as brain. I mean, you should see him when he is angry. Smoking hot. The one the girls in the novels talk about, what is that..."

"Eye candy." Stella said before she scanned him up and down. "I don't know. He kinda look like he would break with a touch or something."

"He isn't buff like Adam, but he is still sexy in his own way."

"Nerdy way?"

"Yeah, but still... It is kinda distracting. And it is the baby."

"You are blaming the baby now?"

"Yup. And I need to relieve all this pressure. I can't just pick a man out of nowhere and jump in bed with him. I am not like that, you know. Better be the devil you know than the angel you don't... All that. So this one has to -"

"You can use him as your man toy."

"I tried. He was very offended. I don't know why he is acting like he is some saint or-"

"I am still here, you know. I can hear you." Logan grunted, finally, finally when he could form a word. He was beyond words by this point.

"Why are you still here?" The two infuriating women said together as they looked up at him. "Get out."

"I am not going anywhere until you get some sense back."

"Not happening anytime soon."

"You can stay, though. We are having a slumber party."

Logan blinked at Stella.

He could see why Alex and Stella were best friends.

"And I am eating pineapple sandwich with peanut butter." Alex said. "Don't invite him."

"Eww." Stella said. "But he looks like a kicked puppy dog or something, babe. So Logan, you like pink or navy blue?" Stella asked him with curiosity.

"He likes blue." Alex said.

"I can paint your nails and-" Stella stood up. "I will bring the nail polish."

Logan blinked again.

"I will see you later."

He left.

He could see the two woman laughing as he closer the door behind him.

Stupid Alex and her equally stupid best friend.

He took his phone out.

"Barbara. Hi. I need a help."

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Logan: did that just happen?

Me: Welcome Stella. Alex and I missed you.

Logan: I wish you stayed wherever you were before.

Stella: I also have gold and magenta and -

Alex: *licking at peanut butter* and shut up, Stella. Let's watch the movie in peace.

Logan: *shaking his head at them before leaving*

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