Logan managed to take a seat at the bar and immediately put his head in his hands to try and focus his mind. Logan was angry. He was hurting too. It didn’t feel good to take several shots to the head, but equally it was a blow to his pride at having the fight stopped by the doormen.
‘Ready for that new drink now?’ the bartender enquired, a look of friendly sympathy on her face.
‘You know what, I think I am,’ Logan replied, seeing the funny side of the situation. ‘And bring it with a shot of your best God damn whiskey on the side too.’
‘No problemo,’ the bartender said, already ahead of the game and pouring out a generous shot. ‘This one’s on the house.’
As the liquor hit the back of Logan’s throat, he took a moment to consider the magnitude of the situation. This was a problem that he wasn’t going to hustle his way out of.
Cole may have been a slimy piece of crap, but it was clear that he meant every word he was saying.
Logan had a choice. He could stay and fight for what he believed in and do what was right. Or he could take the first bus out of town and never have to deal with Cole and his blackmail again.
This felt like a big moment.
Logan wasn’t getting any younger, and the choice he made in this moment could shape how the rest of his life looked.
It was time for Logan to decide upon exactly the type of man-and what kind of Daddy- he wanted to be.
Chapter 15
Stella was worried.Extremelyworried in fact. The hours turned into days and there still had been no contact from Logan.
Nothing.
Zero.
Absolute radio silence.
Not only was the lack of communication from Logan hard to process, but work was getting more and more stressful. Lauren Treen seemed to be going into total overdrive with her negative and disingenuous behavior.
It wasn’t anything specific that Lauren was doing, it was more the way she was always dropping in little comments, saying anything she could to undermine Stella in the most passive-aggressive way possible.
Work wasn’t a pleasant place to be.
And without Logan, home wasn’t so good either.
As the alarm buzzed for her wakeup call, Stella drowsily opened her eyes and sat up in bed. It hadn’t been a good night’s sleep. In fact, it had been aterriblenight’s sleep.
Between worrying about Logan and the situation at work Stella had barely gotten over three hours, maybe four max. This wasn’t like Stella at all. She knew how important sleep was to a healthy body and healthy mind, and her lack of recent good sleep was beginning to play on her mind.
Today was a big day too.
Stella was making his formal presentation to the senior staff and EcoPlay presidents. Although it wasn’t officially a job interview, it may as well have been. Stella knew that a good presentation would almost certainly lead to her being made a VP in the upcoming minor restructure.
This was the crucial point in what felt like months upon months of hard, consistent work from Stella. She didn’t want to let herself, or the junior employees who had worked underneath her, down.
I need to nail this.
I have to stay calm and focused.
I wish Logan was here though…
Stella sighed and managed to haul her tired body out of bed. Normally, Stella practically bounded up and out of bed, but not on this day. The lack of sleep and sense of doom that was coming over her was hardly conducive to an enthusiastic start to the day.
Stella showered quickly and put on a smart but informal shirt and pants combo. This helped Stella focus her mind into presentation mode a little bit, but disaster struck as Stella made hersel a morning espresso…
‘Oh crap!’ Stella exclaimed, the sight of a dark brown splash of espresso running down the front and center of her white shirt not exactly looking like a good omen. ‘Get a grip, Stella Streep!’
