My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 67

Christina 

I watched Logan walk out of the conference room. Cursing myself for getting carried away and allowing him to have sex with me in there. I roughly wiped my tears with the back of my hand. Logan toyed with me, and I allowed him to do it without even putting up a fight. 

The amount of hate I felt towards him was nothing in comparison to what I felt for myself. The way he still commands my body and it melts at his mere touch, leaves me with a self loathing every damn time I submit to him.

Why?

Why can't I resist him? Why didn't my body put up a fight instead of submitting to him? Why does I always let him get away with what he want. The worse thing is that my body even enjoys it when he plays me like some damn instrument.

I hated him, but I hated myself more. I needed to get a grip on myself and stop surrendering to him. Logan didn't deserve my submission not after how he had been treating me. His hate, his loathing and his thirst for vengeance blinded him. The thing that shocked me the most was Logan's claim that I tried to kill him when I had never done something like that. Then who wanted to get rid of Logan and blame it on me? 

 Why? 

My mind felt numb, and the more I thought about it, the more my head hurt. I was sure that I would get a nervous breakdown from the amount of stress I dealt with daily.

Was that the reason Logan had been hating me to such an extent because he thought I tried to kill him? 

Brushing my hair with my fingers, I tried to tame my wild curls and then slipped down from the table and onto the floor. My pencil skirt had ridden up to my hips and I pulled it back down. 

Logan took my panties with him like last time. I couldn't understand what he was doing with them. 

I left the office after fixing my disheveled state, and when I got home, Aiden waited impatiently for me. 

"Did you bring the donuts you promised?" He asked in a half-excited, half-anxious voice. 

I raised the box I held before him, and he jumped in excitement and took the box from me, "I love you, Mom," he declared. 

"Love you too, sweetheart," patting his cheek, I headed to my room to shower and change. 

The shower helped soothe my exhausted mind and body. I was sore between my legs from how relentlessly Logan had taken me. He still fucked like a beast, even more so than before. 

It was after dinner when I got a call from Jeremy asking to meet for drinks later that week, but I politely declined. It wouldn't be wise to get involved with Jeremy in the current situation, even though he was a nice guy. 

I let Logan fuck me twice within a week and had even enjoyed it. Did that make me a slut? How come I enjoyed having sex with a man who spared no effort to humiliate me at every step and make my life hell? 

There was a raw desire that I felt for Logan. Even though I hated him for how he treated me, I couldn't stop wanting him. If only he tried to look at things through my perspective and stopped judging me, he might find it in himself to forgive me. 

Since he learned about Aiden, his hate only intensified. That was what I had been dreading since he walked back into my life. Aiden's existence would fuel his hate and blind him further.  

The following few days in the office were the same, with Logan cornering me and threatening me with dire consequences if I didn't accept his proposal. 

I couldn't understand how he could stoop so low. He had a girlfriend with whom he was expecting a child, and still, he wanted me to be his mistress. He had sex with me twice and didn't even feel any remorse that he cheated on Talia. 

The way he had addressed Talia on the call, with his voice full of love and affection like it used to be for me, made my gut wrench. I felt like someone stabbed my heart with a dagger and twisted it mercilessly. 

"Christina, we are planning to go for drinks tonight. Will you join us?" Joan asked while we were leaving the office on Friday evening. 

"Sorry, I promised Aiden a movie night," I declined her invitation politely. 

I knew Jeremy might have approached her and Alex after I refused to go on a date with him. I felt awful for treating him in such a way, but I couldn't help it. He was a good man, and he deserved to be with someone who would reciprocate his affection. Not someone like me who was being chased by the ghosts from her past. 

Getting involved with anyone would be a mistake, especially after how Logan was acting. I knew he wouldn't hesitate to hurt Jeremy if he found out I was seeing him. 

Jeremy picked Aiden up for practice on Saturday morning and dropped him back before lunch. I invited Pol and George over lunch. It had been a while since we all gathered together in one place. 

Though Pol used to come over daily, George was always busy at his mechanic shop. I asked him if Dad's solicitor had contacted him again or if he noticed anything out of the ordinary. 

George assured me that he had everything under control, and he noticed nothing suspicious. After lunch, Aiden asked George to buy him an ice cream. I tried to scold Aiden, but Pol and George stopped me. 

They both spoiled him rotten with their love. I couldn't imagine how hard it was for them not to have kids. Hence, they both showered all their love on Aiden. He enjoyed it every bit and exploited it whenever he wanted it. 

 "Are you seeing someone?" Pol asked after George and Aiden left and Mom retired to her room. 

I cleaned the kitchen while Pol stored the leftovers in the refrigerator. I passed Pol a puzzled glance, and her eyes fleeted to my neck. I hadn't noticed, but my scarf shifted lower, exposing the hickey on my neck. I had been covering it with a concealer at work. But I used a scarf at home instead. Logan left that hickey on my neck the day he had taken me into the conference room. 

My face flushed in embarrassment, and I wasn't sure what to say to Pol. I knew she and Mom had been wanting for me to start dating forever, but what Logan and I had was nothing that they might expect. Even I wasn't sure what we had. What was I supposed to tell Pol other than a lie?

"It's nothing, serious Pol. It was just a one-time thing," hence I lied. 

"Ohh, I thought you finally gave that Jeremy guy a chance," she sounded disappointed. 

"It isn't Jeremy," I told her.  

"It's okay. You can spare me the details if it isn't serious," she passed me a smile and then got back to her task. 

We settled on the couch in the living room when George returned home with dread covering his features. 

"They took him," he announced in a heavy voice. 

A ringing sound echoed in my ears as I tried to figure out George's words. Pol asked him who took whom, and all George could manage to speak was incoherent words. 

"The ice cream truck….. were returning… masked men." 

"For God's sake, George, what are you saying?" Pol cried out. 

"They took the boy," he managed to say. 

My instincts warned me something was dreadfully wrong, and when George got a grip over himself. He informed me that some masked men took Aiden when they were buying ice cream. I felt everything come crashing down around me.

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