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Chapter 6🥀Broken

🎵Listen to Hurt by Christina Aguilera🎶

    *CHICAGO'S POV*

Logan !

I push Wes away and see Logan standing a distance from the jacuzzi.

He's holding a Mc Donalds take out bag in one hand and a white rose in the other hand.
He's in a black tuxedo and a matching black bow tie from tonight's event.

I watch as his face turns pale. He just caught me making out with my boss.

Way to go Chicago !

He drops the rose and take out bag on the ground and leaves.

I jump out of the jacuzzi almost losing my balance and scan for something to wear.  Wes' grey t-shirt comes to sight and put it on. My clothes are way over at the end of the pool.

I ran after Logan and find him looking for a way out. He stops when he sees me.

His eyes start scanning me. From my wet hair to my swollen lips, down to Wes' t-shirt that barely reaches my thighs.

I don't say anything out of fear of saying the wrong thing.

"And to think I was worried about you." He spits out.

I can see the hurt in his eyes and I feel terrible.
 
"It's not what it looks like-"
I try explaining but he cuts me off.

It never is what it looks like.

"Really Chicago ! I just drove two hours from town to come see YOU ! Because YOU texted me that you were not feeling okay! I tried calling but your phone was OFF!"

In all the years I've know Logan I've never seen him this mad. Especially at me.

"I left my parent's anniversary party even before it started just to see you... and here you are... FUCKING YOUR BOSS !"

I feel warm tears slide down my cheeks and I could have swear I heard it hit the floor.

"That's not what happened. Kissing him was a mistake..." I try to defend myself. "...and I'm not sleeping with my boss. It only happened one time and I blame it on the alcohol !"

Once I said those words I quickly put my hands round my mouth realizing the damage I'd done.

"WHAT !"

I never told Logan what happened that night at the club because I knew exactly how he would react.

Actually, his reaction to negative situations is a major reason why of late I've hardly been open with him.

Seeing that the cat's out of the bag I decide to explain to him.

"It happened that night at the club.While you were at the bar and I was on the dancing floor.

I was drunk and it all happened so fast. I don't even remember much details of that night."

Logan walks towards me and grips my arm tightly.

"All I've ever done is love and protect you Chicago! Yet this is how you repay me !"

"Logan... it was just a stupid kiss !" I say between sobs.

"You broke the promise we made. To always tell each other everything. To always be there for each other. Not to lie to the other. They're now just broken promises."

His grip on my arm tightens and I wince in pain. He pushes me and I stumble on the floor head first.

What I remember next is seeing Logan on the floor with a bloody nose.

I look up to see Wes standing over him with bloody fists. He's already changed into black sweat pants and a black tank top.

I try getting up but I can't. Wes helps me while asking if I'm okay. I not a yes and he let's go of me even though he's not convinced.

Apart from the tiny cut on my forehead I'm fine. I watch logan lying on the floor. One minute he's there, and the next Wes' security team is drugging him out of the house.

"Don't let the door hit you on your way out." Wes grins at logan as he's being drugged outside.

"Why did you even text me to come ?!" I hear logan ask before he's completely taken away.

What the hell ! I didn't text him to come.

I turn to face Wes and find him scanning my body.

Okay. He's officially a certified pervert !

"As much as am enjoying watching you in my t-shirt, you should go get dressed before you catch a cold." He says with a smirk.

I go back to the pool and find my clothes where I had left them. I put them on ignoring the fact that my bikini is still wet. I fold Wes' t-shirt and decided to head to my room.

As I enter the house, I find Wes  sitting on the couch with a glass of red wine. On the table is the take out from Mc Donalds Logan had brought for me.

Savage !

"Want some Ms Brook ?" He offers.

"I'm not in the mood."

"Okay."

He doesn't put up a fight and I am glad for that.

"...and Ms Brook... nothing happened that night."

I turn.

"What are you talking about ?"

"When we were in my penthouse. That night. Nothing happened."

"Ha ha ha. Very funny." I say sarcastically.

"You passed out honey-before we did anything."

He's smiling and I snap. "Why didn't you mention that earlier !"

"It was fun seeing your face every time I mentioned it."

Like I said-he's savage !

I've had enough drama for one night.

"Goodnight Wes."

"If we did something Ms Brook trust me... you won't forget." He winks at me.

Like I said... Certified pervert !

I run to my room. My phone is still on my bed. I put it on and find thirteen missed calls and seven text messages all from Logan.

He said he came because I texted him, but I didn't.

Weird !

If I didn't text him then who did ?