Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 59

A/N:

This is short guys, I just wanted to put something out there. I will probably update again tonight or tomorrow. Enjoy, ladies!

"Logan?" I ask breathlessly, pushing Mason off of me, coming face to face with him.

He just stares at me, his eyes never leaving mine. I sober up a bit at the sight of him, but the alcohol still leaves me unable to distinguish the emotion on his face. In an instant, he turns and starts moving quickly in the opposite direction.

"Katherine, wait-" Mason says to me, but I push his arm off.

"I have to." I say with confidence, pushing my way through the crowds of people, following his tall form.

He's going out one of the side doors, and I'm struggling to keep up in these damn heels. Once we're both outside, he looks up at me as if knowing I'd follow him.

"Please tell me it was him who kissed you. Please, Kat." He begs me, taking a step closer. His eyes are pleading for me to say yes, but the look in my eyes must tell him differently.

His shoulders slump, and his eyes glaze over, tears brimming in them at the realization. "Logan, I-"

"No. You kissed him. You kissed someone else." He growls, running his hand through his hair, clearly on the brim of explosion.

"Yeah, well you fucking left me to the wolves, Logan! Don't you dare get mad at me for anything." I yell, although neither of us is showing any inclination of leaving the other at the moment.

"I didn't expect you to move on so quickly, Kat. Jesus Christ, maybe I was right those first days huh, maybe you are just a little whore." He laughs, although it doesn't reach his eyes and I can tell he doesn't eat a single word of it.

"Move on? You think I'm moving on Logan? I'm not. I'm pretending like I am because that's not fair to everyone else. But fuck you for thinking that. I, I could never just 'move on'. And I'm not a fucking whore, you asshole." I spit, although I take a step closer to him.

His eyes glow with mischief, and I see that he's loving the fight, the drama, the challenge, just like he always does. I've missed this.

"Sure as hell looked like you'd moved on Katherine, considering you were sucking Masons face off." He growls, his fists clenching.

"Well excuse me for trying to find some sort of affection. Ive spent everyday since you left trying to find out what was so wrong with me to make you leave. He called me beautiful, so sorry for wanting to feel wanted again. Sorry for wanting to feel something again, seeing as I haven't since you ripped my damn heart out!" I seethe, much closer now then I initially expected. His eyes are darker, and his jaw is taunt. He's rigid.

He's speechless for a second, then speaks, "You haven't signed the papers."

"Of course I haven't!" I scream, knowing he's talking about the divorce papers. "If you think for one second I'm going to solidify legally that you left me, then you're a raging idiot." I admit.

He smiles at me then, a real, true smile. "Damn, I've missed you princess."

"No, you don't get to do that. You don't get to act like everything is okay when it most certainly is not. You're a selfish, self-absorbed, over protective, controlling asshole so no, you don't get to say that you missed this. Because let me tell you Logan, I've sure as hell missed you more." I scream.

A pang of hurt shoots through him, clearly visible, "I can say whatever I want, Katherine. And if I miss you, then I'll tell you. I miss you. And yes, it hurt like a bitch to see you kissing Mason. And yes I didn't like it. And yes this is a free goddamn country and you're my fucking wife so I will tell you how I'm feeling and you're just going to have to deal with it, princess." He breathes, taking a step closer to me.

It's like 10 feet. We are too close. So close. Not close enough.

"You lost the right to call me you're wife the second you walked out on me, Chambers." I spit, with full intent to turn and walk away, but Logan grabs my arm

The audacity this boy has.

"I love you, Kat. And seeing you, with, with him... I can't do that. I need you back." He groans, pulling my body flush against his. Jesus Christ, his body is so warm, so familiar.

"You're such a fuck. You're such a shithead. You're such an asshole. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you." I scream, pounding on his chest with my fists, hating the way I'm already starting to cave into him.

"No you don't, baby girl." He teases, tilting my chin up. "Tell me you only love me. That from now until the day you die, I'm the only one who will ever have the honor of playing my lips on yours." He tells me, bringing his lips close to mine.

"I promise."

A/N:

How was it? I had one chapter without Logan and I already missed him. Is it okay to be in love with a fictional character? Hope so.