My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 40

Christina 

I sprinted out of my room and down the stairs. By the time I reached the drawing room, I was almost panting. I halted in the drawing-room doorway, breathing heavily, and my eyes fell on the man in the middle of the room. 

It had been two years since he went to the Netherlands for his masters, and I last saw him. We had only texted each other on our birthdays and Christmas. 

We stared at each other for a moment before I took off again and jumped at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. Logan wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against his hard body. 

"I missed you so much," I murmured, sniffing his pine and cedarwood scent. My nerves calmed the moment he tightened his hold around me. 

Logan felt like home. 

"I thought you would never come back," I complained like a child.

That was how I felt without him, like a ten-year-old girl who was afraid even of her shadow. Logan helped me to come out of my shell and adjust to my life in London. Without him, I felt lost, and after Dad's death, it felt like I had no purpose left in my life. 

Logan stiffened when my lips brushed his throat accidentally. I felt his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he gulped. He tried to pull me away from him gently, but I tightened my hold around his neck. 

"Christina, you need to let go," he asserted tensely. 

I pulled my face away from his neck and gazed into his deep brown eyes. I tried to comprehend what he was saying. 

"You can't hug me like this," he gritted with a clenched jaw. It felt like he battled with himself, "someone might see us," he added. 

I unwrapped my arms from around him immediately, and he set me back on the floor. Heat blasted my cheeks as I realized how inappropriate my actions were. My lips still tingled from when they had brushed against his throat. I could still feel his hard body flush against mine and how well we molded with each other. 

"How are you?" Logan spoke, trying to clear the awkward silence that had fallen over us. 

My eyes shot up to his in resentment, silently asking, "How could I be without you?" 

Logan waited for my response, and I couldn't find words as I watched him mesmerized. Logan was his dashing self. To be honest, he had gotten more handsome than when I last saw him. He wore a black button-down with black pants. With his hair tousled all over the place, giving him that freshly fucked look. 

Logan's features looked sharper than before, his muscles more toned and defined.  My mouth watered at how his shirt stretched over his broad chest and shoulders. 

"I heard about your father, the late Duke. He was a very good man. I wish he could have lived longer," Logan continued, ignoring the thousands of complaints in my eyes. 

So, he was there to pay condolences on my father's death; who happened to be Logan's guardian? I never understood my Dad's relationship with Logan. Das was more close to him than he ever was to me. 

Was it because I was a girl? 

It bothered me, but I never gave it much thought. It might be because I didn't want to admit that my father didn't want me. I was only a burden on him and nothing else. He wouldn't even look at me for longer than a few moments, as if even looking at me hurt him. 

"Christina, do you hear me?" Logan's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. 

"I hear you, fine," I replied in a wounded tone, "Thank you for coming, Logan." 

I turned to leave, but he caught my wrist, "What happened? Are you not happy that I came here to meet you?" He asked with a puzzled expression. 

I pulled away my wrist from him, "I am glad you spared your precious time to pay condolences on my father's death. But I would have appreciated it more if you would have been here for the one living and not for someone dead," I expressed in a hurt voice.

It hurt me every minute of the day how Logan drifted away from me, how he avoided me after his mother's death. Even though he knew he was the only one I had, neither my father nor any of my relatives, it always had been Logan who I ran to with every problem. 

"What are you saying, Christina?" Logan asked, stunned. 

"You were not here when I needed you in the past two years. You never bothered to check on me," I bit on my lip, trying to choke my sob. 

I didn't want to show Logan how much he affected me, but I couldn't control my tears. They welled my eyes and trickled down my face. 

"What do you mean? I came here every time I was in London, but you refused to meet me," Logan's face lost color, and he stared at me in astonishment. 

I stared at him in disbelief. How could he lie so blatantly? He never tried to meet me once in the last two years. I couldn't believe his nerve. He had only texted me on my birthday and then on Christmas. When I inquired if he would be coming to London, he told me he was going on a trip with his friends. 

"I can't believe this," I exclaimed, aghast, "you avoided me like the plague, and now you are blaming me?"  

He never tried to meet me once and was blaming me? Grandmother always said people would always use us and would discard us when we were of no use to them. Logan had been good to me until his mother worked for us. Once she died, he had no use for me because I was nothing but a liability for him. 

Logan only met Dad because he was his legal guardian and paid for his expenses. My naive self was nothing but a bother for Logan, and he didn't have time to waste on a timid girl like me. 

"Christina, there must be some misunderstanding," Logan tried to say, but I interrupted him, "It's okay, Logan. I understand that you didn't have any more use for me, so you chose not to check up on me, but please don't lie." 

My voice broke from my tears, a lump formed in my throat, and I tried to swallow it. Nothing hurt me more than Logan's lie, not even my father's death. Logan was the only person I was close to and had opened up to my entire life, and he betrayed me in the worst possible way. 

"Christina, I am not lying," Logan raked his hand through his hair in frustration, trying to convince me. 

But actions always spoke louder than words, and his actions for the past few years clearly indicated that he didn't want anything to do with me. 

"Goodbye, Logan," I announced, then turned and left. 

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