My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 84

Christina

I stared at him bewildered, “I can’t leave Aiden alone.”

“You don’t have to leave him. We can take him and his babysitter if she agrees to come along,” Logan instructed in a cold voice.

Why did he want me to accompany him to Washington? Was it a business dinner or something else?

“Why do I have to go?”

“You are my fucking mistress Christina, or have you forgotten? It’s your duty to keep me entertained whenever I want,” Logan hissed.

I fell silent realizing there was no use arguing with Logan. At the end of the day I would do as he says, so why waste my energy for nothing?

Instead of returning to the office, we went to a designer boutique where Logan bought some dresses for me. He ordered a white evening gown specifically for the dinner on Saturday night.

“Is it necessary for me to attend this dinner? Isn’t it okay if I stayed with Aiden at the hotel?” I asked, noticing the price tag on the gown.

Why waste so much money on a dress I was going to wear only once? When it could be used to help someone who needed it.

I would never have considered it when I was in London, but my life in the US had taught me a lot of things. Especially money management. I regretted how much I had wasted on clothes and other accessories in my past when I could have done so much with them for the underprivileged.

“You go where I want you to go,” Logan snapped, making me fall silent.

When we reached home it was nearly time for dinner. Aiden was in the living room, coloring a sketch in a drawing book. Logan headed straight to his study while I came to Aiden.

“Hey,” I dropped to my haunches beside him.

“Hi,” Aiden cheered, looking up from his book.

“Good evening, Ms. Williams,” Bertha greeted.

Good evening,” I replied then asked Bertha if she could manage to come with us to Washington.

Bertha assured me it wouldn’t be a problem, and she would be happy to accompany us. I was relieved that she agreed to come with us because if I had to attend the dinner with Logan, I couldn’t leave Aiden alone at the hotel.

I already made the bookings for the hotel while Logan was busy selecting my new wardrobe. We were to fly in his company jet and it saved me the hassle of booking air tickets.

“We are going to Washington?” Aiden inquired in an excited voice.

“Yes,” I smiled at his excitement.

At least Aiden was excited about the trip and it would make me go through with it. Otherwise, I was in no mood to travel with Logan.

“Can we visit the White House?” He peered at me hopefully.

White House?

Where did Aiden learn about the White House?

“How do you know about the White House?”

“George watches the news about the President all the time. He told me the President lives at the White House in Washington,” Aiden answered.

“You know who the President is?”

“He is the head of the United States of America,” he replied proudly.

My gut wrenched at his reply. Aiden was just three years old and he already knew about the President and the White House. When did my boy learn so much? I only got to spend time with him on the weekends and that too I would be busy with the laundry, cleaning, grocery shopping, and preparing meals for the next week and refrigerating them so Pol didn’t have to cook along with looking after Aiden and Mom.