More Than One Night

chapter three

Logan

I reach out for my phone to check the time, straining my eyes as I look at the bright screen.

I had a good time with the lads last night, and I actually pulled too. She was a gorgeous little thing but I'm happy she knew the situation with us, as I look beside me and see an empty bed. Most women hang about way too long and I have to practically throw them out.

We went out to celebrate me getting a new job. I'm the new PT at Fitness Zone.

It's at least a step in the right direction as I've been depressed for the last few years. Well that's what my fucking therapist tells me. I suffered a bad injury when I was 27 and now I can't fucking play anymore. My life went to shit ever since then really.

One night stands are all I go for now, some nights are easier than others and some women want me because they think they can get with me. But as harsh as it sounds, all I need them for is a quick fuck and then I move on.

I stand in the shower, the warm water relaxing my muscles. I think back to bringing AJ home last night. I was definitely surprised by her. She barely spoke and was completely sober. And the fact that she left this morning without me even telling her to, I wish every woman was like that.

I have a therapy session at midday today that I have to get to. I wish my mind was fucking normal and I didn't have to see a shrink. All he does is pester me to talk about my past and I don't fucking want to think about the worst time of my life.

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"Hi Mum."

"Hey, did you have a good night?" My mother's voice fills my car speakers. I'm stuck in traffic heading to my appointment. I fucking hate driving in London.

"Yeah, I went out with Harry and Luke just to a bar. How are you?"

"I'm good sweetie. Just heading to the hospital for the late shift. What are you doing today?"

She is a fantastic nurse. So caring and kind. I have so much respect for her. When I got signed by my team when I was 22 the first thing I did was buy her a house. She has looked after me single handedly all my life so it was the least I could do for her.

"That's good Mum. I'm just going to therapy." I tell her. Hating the fact I have let my Mum down so much. That she had to see me having a fucking breakdown and took time off work to look after me.

"I'm glad you still go honey, you will feel better one day I know it."

"Yeah, well I'm just getting by best I can for now."

"Have a good first day tomorrow, you will make a great Personal Trainer!"

I chuckle, "Thanks, I'll call you later."

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"So tell me about your week."

I hate doing this. I hate fucking talking about my shit life. James crosses his legs and prepares himself to make notes once I start to speak.

"Yeah fine. I got the job I told you about, the PT one? So I went out last night with Harry and Luke to celebrate."

He nods at me to continue.

"We had a good night. I fucked the bartender."

"So how do you feel about this new job?"

"Good I guess. The guy I'll be working along side of seems cool."

"And what about your friends? They are happy for you?"

"Yes of course. I still fucking miss playing football but at least I'm doing something to make my Mum proud now."