“You want to tell me what’s wrong?” He asked as he sat down beside me. Suddenly, his expression changed. “Is it Tim?”
My reaction must’ve been all the answer he needed. I grabbed a handful of tissues to wipe up my tears while Logan sighed. “Fucking hell. What did he do this time?”
“He’s not coming,” I said quietly. “He’s in Mexico.”
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered.
“I don’t know why he’d do this to me. This was his idea. I took a bus all the way here, and I was excited to spend the break with him, and…and he couldn’t even be bothered to show up.”
Logan started to reach out, then seemed to think better of it, dropping his hand. “I’m so sorry,” he said quietly. “I know my son can be flighty, but I never thought he’d be this inconsiderate. I’m really sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.”
Logan made a non-committal noise. “I’m the one who raised him,” he said.
“I broke up with him,” I blurted out.
“I’d say that’s what he deserves.”
“I just feel so stupid, though.”
“It’s okay.”
It wasn’t okay though. I burst into tears again, which was humiliating. I hated crying in front of other people, and this was even worse because Logan Carrington was a stranger. But he didn’t judge me. Instead, he just let me cry it out, not looking awkward. Just patient. And it was…comforting, strangely enough.
After I’d composed myself, I picked up my phone. “I need to figure out how to get home,” I said, internally wincing at the prospect of getting on a bus for the second time today.
“If you need somewhere to stay for the night, you’re more than welcome to stay here.”
“Thank you,” I said, but I wanted to go home as soon as possible. I didn’t want to stay in this house and think about Tim. He was an asshole. A total dickhead. But he’d also been my boyfriend. I genuinely cared about him, and it cut like a knife to realize he didn’t care about me the same way.
It turned out that there wasn’t an available bus back to the city that night. “All the seats are booked out,” I said.
“I could drive you back?” Logan said.
I glanced at him. It was nice of him to offer, but it was four hours there, meaning an eight hour round trip for him. I couldn’t let him do that.
“Thank you, but it’ll be easier if I get the bus tomorrow. Is it really okay if I crash here tonight?”
“Of course,” he said. “Make yourself at home. If you need anything, let me know. You’ve had an exhausting day.”
“Thank you,” I said, offering him a weak smile.
He stood up, once again reached out like he was going to pat my shoulder, but stopped himself at the last moment. “I’m going to go downstairs and think about dinner. Is there anything you can like? We can order takeout.”
“I’m not picky,” I said. “I’ll eat anything.”
“Alright,” he said. “I’ll let you have some space.”
He left, closing the door behind him. Through the window, the sun was setting, filling the bedroom with golden light, and for a moment, I felt a little bit better.
CHAPTER TWO
I went to the bathroom to take a scalding hot shower and as I undressed, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. I had picked out my nicest lingerie this morning, hoping to surprise Tim with it later tonight. It was a matching purple set with lacy flowers. The bra pushed up my breasts and made them look amazing, while the panties barely covered anything, and made my waist look tiny.
What a waste.
In the shower, I scrubbed my skin raw, which did make me feel a little better. But once I got out and dried off, a glance in the mirror revealed my eyes were still red and puffy. I changed into a more comfortable underwear and put on a pair of sleep shorts and the oversized t-shirt I used as pajamas.
