Logan Chapter 117

-Emory-

I should have known I couldn’t float outside of reality for long. Logan, of course, now had to fire some of his security team since one of them snuck pictures of me holding my coat closed to cover my not very much clothing. They got another picture of me coming out, obviously just fucked and giving Logan heart eyes on our way out the door. It worked really well for Operation Control the Narrative- the name still makes me roll my eyes- but it was not great for Logan’s relationship with his investors or my reputation.

I’m pacing back and forth in our room, almost embarrassed that I know I won’t be hearing from Bryan anymore about these, but he’s still seeing the repercussions online. I’m so surprised that I jump when my phone goes off with a text message. Most of the time, the guys don’t text much while they’re at work, for all that they continually rag each other about never doing anything at their companies.

Elliana:

Hey, what’s going on with you being naked all over the internet? I get why we let the first one go, but do you have Spanish Fly or something? Does Logan dose you with some kind of roofie all the time? I’m so tired of seeing your naked ass.

Me:

We’re calling it “operation control the narrative.”

I’m sorry it’s messing with your 16 hours of screen time.

Elliana:

Ugh, whatever. Just stay home if you’re not socialized enough to be in public

That was the end of it from Elliana, but it was embarrassing enough. She isn’t one to say anything unless she’s over the red line on her emotions. There are a lot of emojis sprinkled through the messages, and I know that if we were in person she’d be yelling. I’m finally starting to wonder what the fallout will be from this damned plan. We should have thought about this part earlier. I’m never getting another job for sure, Logan just might lose his company, and I’m losing all of my family’s respect as well as making their lives harder. I’m sure Bryan and Elliana aren’t the only ones from back home that have seen the video by now.

Me:

…

Have you been getting crap about it?

Has everybody seen them?

Elliana:

I’ve had a couple of friends find them. Guys, mostly, which is gross. I had a classmate ask for your porn account because all he could find under your real name was the stuff on the news. That part was seriously freaking gross. It just sucks.

Me:

I’m sorry, sissy. It doesn’t feel like we have any choice but to be outrageous.

Forgive me?

Elliana:

Yeah, fine.

Me:

Love you

Elliana:

Love you too.

I want to cry. She’s getting harassed by her classmates, I’m sure Bryan and Hunter are getting razzed by their coworkers, and I don’t even want to imagine the kinds of conversations my parents are having right now. Logan, back from work a little early today, walks in while I’m mid-spiral and pulls me into his arms.

“Shh little rose. It’s okay. This is temporary. It’ll all blow over by the end of the year. Everyone will forget once the news moves on, and nobody will have anything else to say to your family. If they really feel like they can’t handle it, they can move up here with us. I might maim Bryan, but we’ll figure ourselves out pretty quickly, I think.” He’s petting the back of my head while I just let him hold me.

“Nobody ever forgets stuff like this in a small town. I’ll be the town harlot anytime I go back to visit.” I trace little circles on his chest with my finger. It really is comforting to be held like this. I’m spiraling less now and instead I just feel sad and embarrassed.

“Well if they have something to say to you about it, I’ll fix them for you. Or you can just stay here with me forever, like I want you to anyway. You don’t need people like that around you. You love the city, anyway.” He’s right, but… I may love the city, but now that I can’t go back home, I feel a wave of homesickness overcome me. I’ll miss the quaint mainstreet, the hairdresser everyone goes to, and my first grade teacher that I somehow run into every single time I go to the store. I’ll even miss the one girl that bullied me in high school whose life fell apart sometime after I left for college. I loved running into her, and now she’s getting the last laugh, after all. “Hey! That’s enough, Emory. Are you ashamed of me?”

Logan grabs a handful of my hair and tilts my head back so I have to make eye contact with him. “N-no, of course not.”

He tilts my head further to the side and nips at my neck. “Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?”

Is he kidding? He’s got to be hotter than any guy I’ve ever met. “Of course not!”

He puts gentle pressure on my shoulder with the hand not currently in my hair until I kneel down in front of him. “I’m pleased you find me attractive, but that’s not what I asked you, is it? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me? Does it embarrass you that other people know we have sex? That I make you scream my name because the pleasure is so intense that your veins are fizzing and I’m all you know in that moment?”

This time, I take a second to think about it. I… guess I shouldn’t be embarrassed. Of course we’re having sex, we’re mates. We’re married. That’s what married people do. And of course any sex with Logan is going to be white-hot. It could never be different. I look up through my lashes at Logan, looming over me now. “No, sir. You’re right, I shouldn’t be embarrassed. I’m sorry.”

His jaw clenches, a muscle in his cheek flexing. “You know what that does to me, baby. Now open up and apologize for real.” And I do.