Chapter 31

When I woke the next day, Bryce wasn't sleeping next to me like he had been a couple of hours ago. To say I was a bit bumped by this would have been an understatement. After last night's events, I really thought we were beginning to work out our issues but I was now thinking otherwise.

Did he regret what happened last night?

I didn't know what to think at the moment. I wasn't going to deny the fact that I was over the moon with happiness. Bryce completed me and he knew how to satisfy me. He knew every inch of my body and all of my sweet spots, like he had internalized all of that. I felt so inexperienced with him because he in all honesty, Bryce was indeed a sex god.

The memories of the way he moved on me immediately flooded my thoughts and damn did it give me mad goosebumps.

Suddenly, I was hot all over and I needed to take a very long cold shower. I lugged my very naked body from the bed and made an attempt to dash for the bathroom when the pain set it. That kind of pain, the one associated with intimacy. Gosh, had it been that long since the last time?

Yep, Aubs, it's been over 5 years. You shouldn't be surprised.

Wincing, I slowly maneuvered to the bathroom and steeped into the shower. About thirty minutes later I was out, and wrapped myself in a fluffy bathrobe. I then remembered that I never used my phone yesterday. That didn't matter though because it's not like my circle of friends was that big. I'm pretty sure the only contacts in my phone belonged to Bryce, Logan, Savannah and my mom.

But when I switched it on as saw a bunch of missed calls and messages, I was quite surprised. 50 call, 20 messages and 5 voicemails. Most were from Logan, and the rest from Savannah.

The doorbell rang downstairs causing me to completely ignore my phone and get the door.

"Logan?" I uttered, confusedly because he seemed pretty pissed. Over what? Well, your guess is as good as mine probably.

He didn't ask to come in but simply barged into my apartment, shoving past my robe clad body. I closed the door, only to have my back slammed harshly onto it. Logan's grasp on my arms was tight and his green orbs were ablaze with fury, making them an unnerving shade darker.

"WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?" I screeched ceremoniously, probably spitting a little in the process.

His head inched closer, making our noses touch. His hot breath tickled my face, and not in a pleasant way. Logan's breath was vile and raw. It made me want to double over and throw up.

"Where were you yesterday?" he said lowly, and dangerously. His tone was accusing.

I was beginning to feel frightened. "I-I was he-re," I stammered stupidly.

His nails dug deeper into my skin, and it hurt like a bitch. It made me whine and try to wriggle free of his hold but to no avail. This man meant business and he wasn't going to let go no matter what I did.

An ugly frown disgraced his handsome face. "Don't lie to me, love. I know you were with that wanker and your bloody bastard son, playing house. How dare you go off, fraternizing with the enemy whilst I was busting my arse, looking for a lawyer for you," he all but spat at me venomously.

Wait, did he just call my son a bastard?

Something in me snapped. Nobody was ever, and will never, be allowed to insult my son. Who did this douchebag think he was?

I brought my arms to his chest and pushed him hard away from me.

"My son is not a bastard. As far as I'm concerned, the only bastard here is you, you fucking spoiled daddy's boy. You have no right to go around spying on me because what I do is none of your damned business, go it?" I shot back, with equal poison.

"I have every right to keep tabs on you because we are in a relationship, remember? That means I will have you followed wherever you go,”

What the hell? Did he just admit to having me followed?

"You had me followed?” I asked incredulously.

He rolled his eyes. "I want you tell me why you went out with him and why his car was seen leaving this complex a couple of hours ago? Did you sleep with him?" He asked, ignoring my question.

For some reason, I blushed at his words because the pictures of last night clouded my mind. Bryce was so sweet and gentle with me, like he was afraid to break me. And there I go, going off track. What is wrong with me?

I crossed my arms over chest. "So, you were spying on me?"

"Answer me!" he barked and was once again too close for comfort. I was really starting to get scared. I'd never seen this side of him, no wonder he kept it away from me because it was very ugly.

I really should have listened to Bryce when he told me to stay away from him.

"N-no," I lied pathetically. There was no way in hell I actually sounded believable.

"Then what are those red spots all over your neck? Mosquito bites?" He then laughed at his lame joke and proceeded to collide with my body. "You're a cheating little bitch, aren't you?" I shook my head in terror as his arms snaked around me like a slithering snake.

"Get your hands of me!" I tried to scream but it only came out as a whimper. He smiled wicked at me and smashed his lips onto mine. His tongue darted into my mouth and it made me sick. I can't believe I ever gave this animal the time of day.

Logan's lips left mine. He smiled at me once again, only this time it was condescending and began to stroke my cheek with one hand, whilst the other one fondled with my belt.

"If you can give it to him, then you have no problem giving it to me too, right love?" he said softly and pushed me onto the couch. A second later his full weight was on top of me, his eyes completely filled with lust.

No, I wouldn't allow him to take advantage of me but I knew he was way stronger than me. I was going to start sending blows when he caught my fists and put them above my head. He was in a straddling position, disabling me from moving. His hand was still playing with my belt and he was pretty close to flinging it aside and leaving my bare flesh on display for the prick.

Tears were prickling the corners of my eyes. I knew there was nothing for me to do. Unless...

He'd probably be expecting that. Well, it's worth a shot.

I brought my knee up and rammed into right into his family jewels. It must have been a very potent nutshot since he gave a loud cry and fell off me and onto the floor. I took the opportunity to get up and run as fast as I could to my room upstairs.

"Tramp!" I heard him scream but I continued to run. Thank the heavens I didn't trip and fall to my death on the stairs. That would have been tragic.

I locked the door behind me and leaned against him. A loud bang behind it made my heart almost leap out of my mouth.

"Open this door right now or I'll break it down, Aubrey. I don't want to hurt you. Please, let's just work this out. I love you," he said soothingly, trying to placate me. Nice try, idiot.

"Fuck off," I yelled and my voice cracked. That's how frightened I was.

I stepped back from the door and went to retrieve my phone. I dialed the first number I saw. I think you can guess whose it was. Logan continued to talk from behind the door but the blood rushing to my ears stopped me from actually deciphering what he was saying.

It took three rings for the person to answer. "Hello, Aubrey. How did you sleep-," said the voice huskily but I ignored the attempt at flirtation.

"Bry-ce," I cried. "Please come quick."

"What's wrong. Are you crying? Who hurt you?" he asked, his temper flaring.

I wiped the first tear away. "It's L-ogan. He's here and he tried to force me to-"

"I'm on my way," he said coolly, with murder intent then cut the call.

I threw my phone onto the bed and sunk down onto the wooden floor, letting the tears glide down my face freely. Logan was still banging on the door, screaming some profanities whilst I just laid on the floor in a fetal position.

I don't know how long I sat there before someone unlocked the door, walked over to me and cradled me in their arms. I knew it was him, his cologne gave it away. His touch was different from Logan's; his didn't repulse me. It calmed me.

"I'm right here and I always will be," he affirmed, stroking my back as he held me in his arms.

Never in my left have I ever felt so secure by just hearing those mere words.

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