My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 35

Christina

"What?" I was astonished. 

"Talia and I were in a relationship when she began working for him. She broke up with me because of Logan, and after a few months, Logan dumped her," Chase's eyes filled with his inner turmoil. 

"Why would he do that?" 

"Don't you see Christina? He is used to playing with women. Logan De La Roche is a player who stomps over the hearts of women worldwide," Chase's tone got bitter. 

I couldn't help but sympathize with him. Logan had destroyed a relationship and didn't even regret it? He mentioned Talia was on maternity leave; whose child was she pregnant with? 

I felt a sudden constriction in my chest. Imagining another woman pregnant with Logan's child was enough to make me want to throw up. 

"Is she pregnant with his child?" I was unable to restrain myself from asking. 

Even though I knew the answer was only going to hurt me. Chase kept staring at me for a while and then turned and walked away. What did that mean? Why didn't he answer me? Was my assumption correct? 

"Are you okay?" Joan's voice sounded from beside me. 

I turned and looked at her, but my vision was blurry. I didn't even realize that my eyes had filled with tears. Why did it hurt to learn that Logan was going to father a child with a woman that wasn't me? 

"Tina, are you okay?" Joan inquired in a concerned tone. 

"I… I… need a drink," I was barely able to speak. 

My throat got parched at the thought of Logan having fathered a child with someone else. Why did it have to hurt so much? 

I made my way to the bar but regretted it when I found Logan seated at a bar stool while Sierra was ranting about something beside him, and he was listening to her with disinterest. I thought of turning, but I didn't want to give him any satisfaction. 

He had been hurting and humiliating me since he walked back into my life while he had gotten another woman pregnant. Was her pregnancy the reason he had dumped her? Logan never wanted kids. He cleared it for me at the start of our relationship. Did he still not want any kids? Even after a woman was carrying his child? 

The bartender stared at me with a questioning gaze at my silence. I needed something strong to make me forget what I just learned. I never thought I would ever hate Logan, but at that moment, I hated him for abandoning a woman just because she was carrying his child. 

I couldn't even imagine what Talia might be going through. Logan was still caught up in his past. It blinded him so much that he could not realize how ruthless he had become. He was not the man I fell in love with and still loved. That man would never hurt anybody in his life. 

Had my betrayal turned Logan into a heartless monster? That he didn't even hesitate to abandon his child? I always thought that Logan would change with time, that my love was capable of pulling him out of his past and making him desire a future with me. But I wasn't so sure right then. If I had not betrayed him, would Logan have dumped me if I got pregnant with his child? 

"Vodka," I said to the bartender in a choked voice. 

A lump formed in my throat, and I tried to swallow it but failed. Joan had followed me to the bar and settled on a barstool beside me. I chose a spot as far away from Logan as possible. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be anywhere in his vicinity. 

The bartender poured me a drink, and I asked him to double it, "Woah," Joan exclaimed with wide eyes, "are you going to tell me what you are drinking about?" 

I downed the drink in one swig and slammed the glass on the counter, gesturing to the bartender to refill. 

"Christina, I agree it's free booze, but I don't think it's wise to get drunk at an office party," Joan tried to pry out the drink from my hand, but I lifted it to my lips and downed it. 

I couldn't tell Joan I needed liquid courage to go through the party without breaking down. I felt a buzz as the alcohol entered my blood; it elated my confidence, and I was sure I could take down the world. 

"Drinking is never a solution," Joan's voice was resentful. 

I wanted to tell Joan to just fuck off and let me be, but I didn't want to lose the only remaining friend I had. Samuel wasn't speaking to me, thanks to Logan, who planted the misunderstanding in Samuel's mind that I was sleeping with him. After learning that Logan stole a girl from another guy and dumped her after getting her pregnant, I just needed to get wasted. 

"Mr. De La Roche is asking for you," Alicia said, giving Joan and me a pointed look, her eyes fixed on the glass in my hand. 

It was my fourth drink. I downed it and then turned to Joan, "Wish me luck. I am about to cross my horns with the devil himself." 

She stared at me, stunned, not able to understand a word that I said.  Alicia had left our side after passing the information that Logan wanted me by his side. 

"I am talking about Logan," I leaned and whispered in her ear, then patted her shoulder. 

"Tina, I think you are drunk," Joan looked unhappy. 

"I got this," I assured Joan and approached Logan. 

He stood at the far corner of the room, near the door that opened onto the terrace. His eyes scanned me from head to toe, and I saw him pursing his lips in displeasure. 

"What are you wearing?" He hissed the moment I reached him. 

"This is called a dress," I pointed a finger at myself and said to him, narrowing my eyes. 

Alcohol did lower your inhibitions. Logan didn't look as threatening as he used to be until a few minutes ago. Was Joan right? Did I drink too much? I had no time to regret it. I felt I was doing just fine. 

Logan gripped my arm and dragged me to the terrace along with him. I tried to free myself from his hold, but he held me in an iron grip. 

"Leave me," I protested, clawing at his hand. 

"Do you even realize how you look in this excuse of a dress?" Logan's low growl sent a chill down my spine. 

"I noticed you didnt have any problems with Sierra flaunting her boobs in everyone's face," I snapped back in a defiant tone. 

"You are not Sierra," he roared. 

"Right, I am not Sierra, and you don't have any right to lecture me on my choice of outfit," I pulled my hand with a jerk, but in vain. 

Logan tugged my arm, and I collided with his chest. He snaked his other arm around my waist, and I looked around in bewilderment. What if someone saw us? 

"Let me go," I cried out in frustration. 

My front flushed against his chest as he tightened his arms around me. His cedarwood and pine scent enveloped me, intensifying my dizziness.

"No one has a right to see what's mine," Logan growled.

"I am not yours, Logan," I retorted, wriggling in his arms. My hardened nipples rubbed against my dress from the struggle, making a zap of pleasure travel straight to my core.

"For now, but I promise you, Christina, I will be the only man who gets to fuck you," he declared in a promising tone.

"In your dreams," I spat in anger.

Logan flipped me in his arms and pinned me against the wall. His lips found my neck and sucked on the sweet spot behind my ear, and I froze in his hold. His hands traveled higher from my waist and only halted when he palmed my swells. I moaned in delight from the sensations that traveled throughout my body as he kneaded them and stroked his thumb over my puckered buds from above the fabric of my dress.

"I want to fuck you so badly," he murmured against my neck.

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