Second Chance (Sample)

Second Chance - Chapter Five

Chapter Five

 

 

Logan

 

 

“So we’re cock blocking this Rhys guy?” Oliver asked, sitting on a stool in Sam’s Bar and Grill where Chloe worked. I’d known Ollie since we were in high school and hit it off straight away, neither of us responded well to authority and we both hated pretty much every subject.

“Not cock blocking,” I replied.

It was. I didn’t just want to cock block I wanted to castrate. The thought of that prick anywhere near her made me fucking violent. Chlo wasn’t mine, we weren’t together, but in my heart she’d been mine since the second I laid eyes on her. Therefore, I wanted to be around to make sure he didn’t come within three feet of her.

He shoved his fingers though his dark hair, pushing it to the side over his even darker eyes. “Sure, man.”

“Shut up, Ollie,” I snapped, earning a toothy grin from the twat.

Chloe came from the back and leant on the other side of the bar. Her long chestnut hair was pulled back and messy. She wore her uniform shirt and never looked so pissing beautiful.

“Thirsty?” she asked, tilting her head and smirking.

I leant in a little closer. “Beer, please.”

She frowned. “Logan, it’s quarter to ten in the morning. Take a seat. I’ll bring you both coffee and a fry up.”

“You’re the best, Chloe,” Ollie said, pushing off the bar and heading for a table.

“Where’s this guy then?” I asked.

“He’ll be in at ten,” she replied. “Be. Nice.”

Backing up, I made a cross over my heart. “Always.” With one last look at her amber eyes, I followed Oliver to the table he’d picked.

Ollie tapped his fingers on the table. “She’s a good girl, huh?”

I leant back in the chair, stretching my legs out. “Yeah.” Me and Chlo had always go on. Jace was punching well above his weight but I was glad it was her because compared to the rough, bunny boiler thing he was with before, Chloe was a fucking diamond. We liked most of the same things. She was the girl version of me, only smarter, gorgeous and full of ridiculous, female, unpredictable hormones.

“What’s the story there, man? Don’t give me this friend shit either.”

“We are friends.”

Ollie was hard to bullshit so I held eye contact and hoped the little bastard accepted my reply.

He gave one lazy shrug of his shoulder. “As long as you’re telling yourself the truth.”

Cocky wanker!

Chloe picked the moment I almost reached over the table to punch Ollie to bring us coffee. “Thanks, Chlo,” I said, making quick eye contact.

“Yeah, thanks, Chlo,” Ollie said.

She looked up as someone walked through the door. The stupid smile on his ugly mug made me realise he was him. I knew of him but had never had a conversation past giving him my order. Had she already accepted a date? “That him?” I said.

“Be nice,” she replied.

“I’m always nice.”

“Logan!”