Protect My Heart

Chapter 19

*MATURE CONTENT*

Clover

"So what do you think?" Was I supposed to be in awe about how quickly he'd found a new apartment? No. He belonged at home with us. But now wasn't the right time to say that.

"I'm just here to pick up Mia," I said instead, waiting on the threshold. For a week, we only spoke over the phone or via texts. This was the first time I'd seen him since he moved out. The idea of him not there was still difficult to process. "Speaking of Mia, I need you to watch her tonight."

Logan frowned. "Why?"

"I'm going out." Playing it cool, I peeked around the apartment. "Where's the bitch, then? Is she tucked in bed like a good girl?"

He sighed at that, but I saw that ticking smile at my jealousy. "No."

Mia was packing her stuff. He'd picked her up the previous night while I waited in my bedroom. I couldn't face him, then. I could face him now and play it cool.

"So, since you can fuck around, I think it seems fair I do it too." Horror struck his face. "You had someone else, I should too. The bed feels empty lately."

Logan was visibly trembling. The tendons in his neck strained as he gripped the counter.

"Twenties are all about dating, am I right?" His knuckles turned white. "But no worries, no new daddy won't replace you, but I think we can be happy apart. Perhaps with other people."

"Sure," he said through gritted teeth.

Mia ran into my arms before he could have his outburst. He was about to have a taste of his own medicine.

Later that evening, I pulled on the tight, crimson bandage dress. The dress fit my curves neatly, but I saw a patch of belly fat sticking out. I sucked it in, but it was no use. Not that my weight or body type never mattered to Logan. He had stood up for me several times whenever people commented on it. He was appreciative of all body types, one of the things I loved about him.

My breasts strained against the fabric, jutting into view. His gaze would surely be trained to them during the entire play. I really looked like a woman. My hair flowed down one shoulder, applying the cherry red lipstick. I would show him what it's like to burn.

With the play in mind, I ventured downstairs, careful with the heels. Once, I reached the living room, I tugged the cleavage of the dress down to show some flesh. I needed skin to be shown. And to make him crazy. Not that the dress didn't curve below my ass, nearly exposing it. I may have bought it a few sizes down.

He had come to look after Mia. I thought of bringing her to his place, but the plan had to be here.

"Logan," I purposefully made my voice sound needy. At my high-pitched voice, his focus shifted to me, his jaw hitting the floor. Travelling from my bare legs up to my face.

"Can you zip me up?" I gave him my back, pouting at him over my shoulder. "Please."

At the snap of my fingers in his face, he snapped out of whatever daze he was in. He blinked once-twice, then came over to me. Holding my hair to the side, I gave him access to the zipper. A shiver raked down my spine when his fingers made contact with my bare skin. Logan zipped me up slowly, slow enough to have every nerve in my body come to life.

His fingers were cold, but his touch burned. I fought the instinct to push myself further into his grasp.

But he was done, so I stepped out of reach. I thanked him, my voice hoarse. "

Logan nodded at first, but then a frown passed his handsome face. "Why are you even wearing that?"

This was it. The time for the plan to pop into motion.