My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 60

Christina

Present Day.

The sound of someone groaning snapped me out of my thoughts. I sighed, looking at Chase, who was still very much unconscious and groaned in pain.

I stared back at the reflection of the girl in the mirror. She was only a shadow of the girl I used to be. Blue eyes, void of emotions and glint, glanced back at me. My lipstick and mascara were smudged, and my blonde curls were a complete mess from when Logan fisted them while he pounded inside me from behind.

"Whores like you deserved to be fucked bent over the counter of a hotel restroom," Logan's last words before he left the ladies' restroom echoed in my ears.

A tear trickled down my cheek as a scream fought to escape out of my mouth. I bit down on my lip to stop myself from crying out loud.

He had vowed to hate me till eternity and make me pay for every single one of my sins. The thing I was unaware of was that I would start to hate myself during that journey of betrayal and vengeance.

I tried to fix my disheveled state as best as I could. Pulling a wipe from my clutch, I fixed the smudged mascara and lipstick. Then I applied another coat of it to my lips. Thankfully, I slipped the lipstick into my clutch at the last moment, and it came in handy.

I ran my fingers through my messy curl and tried to remedy the damage that Logan's fisting caused to my hair. When I was sure I had done everything possible to make myself presentable again, I could still feel that something was missing. I stepped back to look at myself in the mirror, and something trickled down my thighs.

Logan's cum!

I realized what I was missing was the thong under my dress. I looked around the restroom but couldn't find it. Then I remembered Logan had stuffed it in his pocket. I cursed Logan internally as much as I could.

I would have to return to the party wearing nothing underneath my dress. I hated myself for landing up in that mess. Knowing what kind of moron Logan was, I had allowed him to fuck me in a public place without a condom.

As the realization hit me that he hadn't used protection and I wasn't on birth control because I hadn't had sex in years, my stomach dropped in the cavity below.

You are a bloody idiot, Christina. For allowing someone who didn't even want kids in the first place to fuck you without protection when you aren't even on birth control. I would need to get a morning-after pill on my way back home. Getting pregnant with Logan's child was something I didn't want in a thousand lifetimes.

If only I had checked through the peephole before opening Logan's apartment door that day. Maybe my life would have been different, but Logan and my relationship was doomed from the beginning. Knowing it, I still had gotten involved with him and paid the price.

Fresh tears stung my eyes as I remembered all the promises he had made to me about never hurting me. If only I could go back in time and change something, I would change my decision to get involved with Logan. No matter how much it would have hurt me then, that decision turned my life upside down.

Chase groaned again, and I decided to leave the restroom before he regained consciousness. I wasn't interested in jumping back into the same situation from which Logan had saved me, and I had paid for it by letting that asshole fuck me.

It was highly uncomfortable to walk back to the party without a panty. Even though no one would notice it, I still felt bare. The thought that they were stuffed in Logan's pocket and he would relish my discomfort made it all the more unbearable.

"Where were you? I had been looking for you everywhere," Joan inquired in a displeased tone the moment I walked back into the room.

My eyes met Logan's, who stood only a couple of feet away from us, with his hand in the pocket he had stuffed my thong, and the realization that he might be touching it right then made me flush.