“I’ll leave the door open for you; I’ll text you my address.”
“You tired?” He asked, with concern in his voice.
“You kinda wiped me out,” I admitted.
“I can’t help it; you’re fucking gorgeous.”
“Who’s fucking gorgeous?” I heard my best friend chirp in the background.
I closed my eyes, dreading Logan’s response. He paused, then addressed me.
“I’ll see you after work.”
“Bye,” I whispered, and we hung up.
Ellie. Mybest friend.
I had to tell her because the way I felt about Logan was too strong, and it took me by surprise.
A prickle of unease released within my stomach when I remembered how reliant Logan seemed on cocaine and Ellie’s warnings about him.
I don’t want to seem like a clingy, desperate girl, but at the same time, I want to know if he’ll stop or give it up.
For me.
It was a big ask, considering how near we were to the beginning of whateverthiswas.
JESSICA:
We need to tell Ellie.
DADDY:
Really?
JESSICA:
I can’t lie to her, Logan.
DADDY:
Hmm, it’s up to you. She won’t be happy, though, you know that, right?
JESSICA:
Just treat me nicely, and she will be fine.
DADDY:
No promises.
JESSICA:
I hope you’re joking.
DADDY:
I mean in the bedroom...Especially if you call me Daddy.