My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 8

Christina

I didn't know why, but I felt an intense pain in my chest seeing Logan so close to a woman. The woman was absolute perfection. She must be Hispanic from her long brown hair and olive skin. She had an hourglass figure, and her legs were never-ending.

"Finally, you decided to grace us with your presence," Logan hissed with his eyes fixed on me. He pulled his hand from under her skirt and placed it on her waist.

I couldn't pull away my eyes from the woman and how Logan's hand was resting on her waist while the other was caressing her ass.

She sneered at his comment and kept playing with his hair. Her eyes scanned me from head to toe, and her nose scrunched up in disgust.

"Do you hire homeless people here?" She asked Logan, wrapping a lock of his brown hair around her finger.

A wave of nausea hit me, and I wanted to puke, but Logan's following words forced me to get a grip on myself.

"Aren't you even aware of the etiquette of dressing for work?" Logan inquired with disgust, taking in my crumpled clothes.

The lump that had formed in my throat made it nearly impossible for me to speak.

"I am sorry. I had an emergency," I apologized, succeeding in getting words out of my mouth.

"You never get tired of making false excuses, do you?" His smoldering gaze burned through all my defenses.

The hate that I witnessed in his eyes for me made my heart shiver like a leaf. There was no sign of the Logan that I knew. If it had been the old Logan, he would have been concerned about which emergency I had been caught up in. But the man before me didn't give a shit even if I died. Instead, he would celebrate my death.

"I am not lying. My mo-, " I couldn't complete the sentence because the woman spoke up.

"I am thirsty. Isn't there anything to drink in here?" She said to Logan, turning his face towards her, holding his chin, and looking into his brown eyes.

Jealousy gripped me and clawed in my heart, but I was in no position to say anything to either of them.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Orange Juice?" She said, pouting her mouth.

"Ms. Williams, didn't you hear what Sierra said?"

"I will get the juice," I sighed in relief and turned to leave.

I had no idea what I would have done if I saw that woman with Logan for a minute more. It hurt more than it was supposed to. I needed to get it through my thick skull that Logan and I were no longer together, and I had no business who he was seeing in his personal life.

Pulling out a carton of juice from the fridge in the pantry, I poured it into a glass and carried it to Logan's office. I knocked before entering, and seeing her still sitting on Logan's lap hurt as much as before.

I handed the juice to Sierra and waited for Logan to dismiss me. She lifted the glass to her mouth, took a sip, and started coughing.

"Disgusting!!! She exclaimed in anger, "What the hell is this?" She asked, glaring at me.

I stared at her with my mouth agape. Was she out of her mind? I had checked the carton, and it was orange juice before I poured it into a glass. I had even checked the expiry to avoid any issues, but I guess I wasn't that lucky.

"I only drink fresh orange juice. This is the crap from the carton. Do you have any idea how many calories it contains?" She lashed out.

I squeezed my eyes and bit my lip to avoid saying anything to her. I knew if I insulted her in any way, Logan would make me pay for it.

"I am sorry. I was unaware that you only drink fresh juice," I apologized, opening my eyes.

Like yesterday, all I was doing in the office was apologizing to everyone when all I wanted was to hand her ass to her.

"How can you be so ignorant of offering a supermodel like me that sugary crap," Sierra was simmering with rage.

My eyes snapped to her face at her words, and I recognized her from many commercials and ad campaigns. So, she was a supermodel, and how was I supposed to know her without any introduction?

"It's okay, Sierra, you didn't drink it. Ms. Williams will get you some fresh orange juice, won't you, Ms. Williams?" Logan purred to Sierra, trying to calm her anger, then passed me a death glare.

"Yes, Sir," I nodded at him and then left.

I had to walk to a restaurant four blocks from our office to get Sierra's orange juice. All I could think about was how her hand rested on Logan's chest, and the other was in his hair.

Were they in a relationship? Even if they were, what could I do about it? But it hurt that Logan was dating a bimbo. I had not taken him for someone who would pursue a superficial person like Sierra. But what right did I have to judge after everything I did?

I returned with the juice and went straight to Logan's office, knocked, and entered inside. Sierra was nowhere to be found, and only Logan was present.

"I brought the juice," I lifted the cup holder to show him and placed it on the desk.

"I gave you one task of bringing juice, and you couldn't even do it right," Logan growled.

A wave of terror passed through me as I took in his enraged expression.

"There isn't any restaurant or coffee shop nearby. I had to walk four blocks to get it," I answered him.

He banged his fist on his desk, and I jumped in fright.

"I am so sorry, Mr. De La Roche," I apologized yet again for no fault of mine because his furious expression terrified me.

He strolled around the desk with angry strides, and I took backward steps, trying to get as far away from him as possible, but he was onto me within a few seconds. The next thing I knew was that I was pinned to the nearby wall with his hand around my throat and his hard body pressing into mine.