My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 17

Christina

It was indeed him, sitting beside his fuck buddy Sierra in one of the VIP booths, who had her hands all over him. I sensed a sharp twinge where my heart was supposed to be. I couldn't get out the image of Sierra on Logan's lap and his hand under her skirt. Squeezing my eyelids together, I took a deep breath and tried to get rid of the feeling.

Logan glared at Jeremy and me with a clenched jaw. The waves of rage rolling from him hit me like a tsunami, even from all the distance. Why did he have to be everywhere those days? Why couldn't he let me enjoy one night of my life?

His eyes traveled down my body, his gaze focusing on Jeremy's hand on my waist, then lower to my hips, and lingered on my bare thighs above the knees where my dress ended.

I felt hot all over.

Jeremy's touch had not affected me like Logan's stare, and the bastard knew it because he smirked.

I turned to face Jeremy and placed my hands on his shoulders, not wanting to give Logan more satisfaction. Logan could suck it up. It wasn't his office where he could push me around whenever and wherever he wanted.

Jeremy smiled, placed his hands on my hips, and pulled me against him. My swells collided with his chest, and I sucked in a breath. His spicy male scent invaded my senses, and I took a deep breath, inhaling it into my lungs. My body was disappointed because it was not the familiar scent of pine and cedarwood.

Jeremy's hand traveled up from my hips to my waist and higher above, but before he could do anything else, I was ripped away from his hold as a hand wrapped around my wrist in an iron grip.

I didn't need to see who that person was because I had recognized him from his pine and cedarwood scent.

Logan.

"What's your problem, dude?" Jeremy asked, appalled.

"Stay the fuck out of this," Logan growled at him.

People on the dance floor gave us curious glances. I wanted to avoid any scene and gestured for Jeremy to calm down and let me handle it. He looked taken aback by my reaction, but thankfully, he didn't do anything further.

"What is your problem?" I hissed at Logan, who dragged me away from the dance floor and towards the back of the club.

He opened a door and stepped out, pulling me along with him. The door opened into a dark alley beside the club.
I tried freeing my hand from his hold but to no avail. He held it like a vise.

"What the fuck is your problem, Logan?" I cried out in frustration, and the next second, all the air was knocked out of my lungs with a whoosh as my back collided with a wall.

"What were you doing?" He asked me through clenched teeth.

"Dancing, that's what people are supposed to do at clubs," I screamed back, shoving him away from me, but he was immovable as a mountain.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Logan's hot breath fanned my cheeks, and his mouth was only inches away from me.

His pine and cedarwood scent made my mind dizzy, and my body buzzed with anticipation.

"What if he is? What if he isn't? You have no right on me or anything related to my personal life. Nor can you order me around after office hours," I lashed out defiantly.

Logan kept glaring at me with hatred filled in his deep brown eyes. Then he pulled away from me, freeing my hand from his hold.

"You are right. I don't have any right to you or your personal life. But I will make you pay during office hours for every single time you defy me outside of them," his voice was deadly calm, and the promising threat was evident in his words.

The hair on my neck rose as a wave of terror passed through my spine. I gulped the lump in my throat and stared at him, terrified. I didn't doubt that Logan would only worsen his behavior towards me.

He turned and left without a word, and I held the wall to stop my body from stumbling to the ground. What had I gotten myself into?

I returned to the club with shaky legs and headed straight towards the restroom. I was about to leave after my frantic heartbeat had calmed down. When the door opened, the person I least expected stepped inside.

Sierra Ramirez.

She eyed me like one would a pest and then strolled to me with her runway walk.

"Stay away from him," she spat, flipping her hair behind her shoulder.

"Problem keeping him tied to you?" I arched my brow at her in false bravado.

While my heart still shivered like a dry leaf inside my chest from Logan's threat.

"He would never want a cheap skank like you," she snapped.

"Then I don't understand why we are having this conversation?" I smirked and tried to walk past her.

Sierra sidestepped and blocked my way, "You want him. I can see it in your eyes when you look at him," she claimed in a high-pitched tone.

"He wouldn't sleep with me, even if I wanted him. You said so yourself, then I don't understand why you are hell-bent on arguing with me," I said in a wearied tone, then pushed her aside from in front of me and walked and opened the door.

Turning, I looked into her eyes and said, "All the best keeping him tied to you," then left.

Joan bumped me on my way towards the bar, "Where were you? I had been so worried?"

"I was in the restrooms," I replied to her.

"Ohh, one minute you were dancing with Jeremy, and the next you were gone. Is everything okay?" Joan sounded genuinely concerned for me.

Thank God she didn't see Logan dragging me away.

"I am perfectly fine," I assured her and headed to the booth along with Joan.

Alex and Jeremy were sitting on the couches and were engaged in a conversation. The moment Jeremy noticed me, his expression changed into concern. I signaled him not to say anything in front of Joan, and he nodded in agreement.

"So, will you tell me what was that about?" Jeremy asked the moment Joan and Alex left us alone for a dance.

"That was my boss," I answered him honestly.

"But, he wasn't acting like your boss; instead, he was behaving like more of your boyfriend," Jeremy's voice sounded agitated, and I understood his frustration.

Any guy would not like it if some other man came and took away their date without any explanation.

"He and I have a history that dates back to many years. But there is nothing between us right now, apart from the fact he doesn't leave any stone unturned to make my life a hell," I said in a tired tone, then sighed in frustration.

"I am sorry for whatever happened. This was a mistake. I shouldn't have involved you in my life's mess," I ran my fingers through my hair.

I should have known that nothing good could happen in my life. It will only go from bad to worse, and it was only a matter of time until Logan found the truth, and I had no doubt it would be the end of my life.

"Hey, it's okay. You don't need to apologize for that asshat. If it's over between you two, then he has no right to harass you like that," Jeremy said with a thoughtful expression.

"Thanks, it was nice meeting you, but I think I will get going," I said to him and stood up from the couch.

"Christina," Jeremy called as he rose to his feet along with me, "I had a good time with you. I hope we can do this again, or if it's okay with you, we can grab a coffee together sometime," he suggested, and I just stared at him for a few seconds.

Was he asking me for a date?

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