Logan

70. A New Normal

*Natalie's POV*

The club was in full swing by midnight, and part of me was happy. But the other part of me wondered if I'd see Victoria emerge out of the corner of my eye, and I felt anxious. Aeron must have sensed it, because he pulled me into the hallway that led to the offices.

"Are you alright?"

"It's...Victoria. I keep thinking I'm going to see her." He shook his head.

"Remember, she's in prison- walls, locked doors, barbed wire fence, and a wide berth of field just in case anyone tries to breach it. She's not going anywhere." Aeron moved a bit of hair behind my ear, and leaned in.

"I'm here to protect you Natalie, I wouldn't let you out of my sight if I had any indication you'd be in danger. But you're safe, those guys out there- they know what they're doing." His lips pressed against my neck, soft, with assurance, but as he came up further, I pulled him closer against me, and in a second he swooped me into his arms and against the wall. I felt the pressure of his arousal against me, and one arm was secured against my backside, the other gliding against my outer thigh, his fingers teasing at my bare skin.

His kiss felt secure, but full of passion. He could do this forever. One of my arms was wrapped around his neck, the other reached down for his belt. He shook his head.

"I don't want to do it here, Natalie. I want to be with you, alone. This is fine but if I'm going to please you, I need more privacy."

I nodded and removed my hand, and we continued to kiss until I heard someone clear their throat. It was Damien.

"That looks familiar..." he laughed, and then put his hand up, "Sorry guys, I'll be... away." Before I could say anything, he disappeared.

Aeron and I looked at each other and burst into laughter, "God I wonder how much he saw," he laughed, "that was a bit mortifying."

I giggled, "You think?"

I straightened my hair and dress, and Aeron took a moment to steady himself, and we walked out of the hallway hand in hand.

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*Logan's POV*

I saw them.

The sounds she made, I don't know if I'd ever heard her make those sounds with me.

Every part of me felt somewhere between crushed and angry.

I escaped to the back part of the club, between the kitchen back entrance and side parking lot. My hands shook, I couldn't breathe. Every time I tried to take a breath, I just saw the look on her face, while she was with him. I felt myself hit the ground, but I couldn't manage to stand up, so I stayed sitting.

"Hey, Logan, are you okay?" It was Kellan, coming to the kitchen entrance.

I shook my head, "I'm fine,"

"Bullshit you're 'fine,' what happened?" He put his hand on my shoulder but I couldn't gather my breath. I just put my head between my knees and hoped for the best. "Hold on a second," he went into the door and came back out with a paper bag and a bottle of water.

"Here, breathe into that," he pushed it toward my mouth and I started breathing into it, and out. In, breathe, out, breathe. I could feel everything coming back now, and I felt the tears streaming down my already wet face. I looked over at him, and he handed me the bottle of water, opened. "Drink this dude, you look like shit. I'll make you something to eat when you're ready."