Page 48 of Oblivious Roommate

I head for Logan’s desk, trying to leave as little trace of my presence as possible. I don’t know what exactly I’m searching for, but I will find it. Proof that he abandoned a puppy? That he has another boyfriend on the side who doesn’t know about Cass and vice versa? That in his free time he takes food from the homeless?

At this point, I expect anything from him.

He’s not treating my friend right. He’s not giving Cass the attention and care he deserves and thinks that one dinner together can fix things.

But he’s also in my way, and Cass would have never risked our friendship by doing sexual things if his relationship, even an open one, was going great. There were surely feelings involved, similar to mine, but we can’t explore them until Logan is out of the picture.

There needs to be something here that shows his true face.

The first drawer reveals coursework. The other is bills, warranties, and such. After the remaining drawers leave me with no incriminating material, I move on to Logan’s entertainment unit, but all I find is a record player and console games.

Sweat beads on my back when I wonder how much time I’ve already spent here. What if Bree decides to look for me? Aaron’s too skinny to keep her in the kitchen if she doesn’t want to stay there, and if she stormed up here and found me, I might be arrested, or… something!

Then again, didn’t bringing her a croissant count for something?

I’m getting distracted.

I grab a box from a shelf under the small TV, but still the moment I open it.

Photos. Hopefully not of the people Logan murdered and dismembered.

I start browsing through them at a frantic pace. Most show him with family members, with his horse, there’s even one with Cass that makes my blood boil. Why would he print it? Isn’t it enough for him to have digital pics with Cass?

At the very bottom of the box, I find a tattered yellow envelope containing yet more pictures, but while I’m close to losing hope at this point, my blood freezes when I take in its contents.

This is it.

The motherlode.

Logan. Is. Married.

Chapter 17

My skull burns when Aaron parks in front of my apartment. I’m still wearing yesterday’s clothes, the ones in which I celebrated my birthday, and in which I got the best blowjob of my life. A blow-mind-job really.

I hate that I have to reveal Logan’s insidious nature to Cass, but enough is enough.

Aaron gives me a worried look. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

I nod, as serious as ever. “I need to do this. Cass has to know.”

Aaron squints at me. “What if he already knows?”

I roll my eyes. “He might be in an open relationship with Logan, but he wouldn’t mess with a married man. See you on the flip side!”

I don’t even wait for an answer and rush inside the building. I can already envision Cass and me, entwined on his narrow bed, his strong tan arms around me, my hands stroking the dark hairs on them. It will be bliss.

When it happens.

He needs to break up with Logan first, and go through the disappointing breakup, but I will be there for him. The comfort he needs.

Still, as I run up the stairs to the second floor and storm toward our apartment, my stomach squeezes into a tight ball, aching as I move.

I need to be calm about this.

Be the man Cass needs.

I take a deep breath right in front of the door and walk in, greeted by silence. Cass’s boots are here though, so I’m guessing he didn’t go anywhere.