Forever Logan by Elena Matthews (animal farm read .txt) 📕

fury when a woman who is definitely not Ally exits behind him, giggling. And with how flushed her cheeks are and how messy her hair is right now, it doesn’t take a genius to work out what they were just doing.

I force myself to blink to make sure what I’m seeing is right because I sure as hell can’t believe what I’m witnessing right now.

And to make matters worse, the woman spins him around and plants a kiss on his lips, and like the dirty dog I knew he was, he grasps her ass.

That motherfucker.

Two things come to mind. One: I should arrest him on the spot for having sex in a public place. Two: I want to murder him.

How could he do this to Ally?

As soon as I ask myself the question, I almost kick myself. Of course he would do this to her because he’s a dumb fuck. He’s never treated her right, and this is just the damn icing.

God, she deserves so much better.

I weigh up my options. I can either call him out for the cheating scumbag he is, but then I’ll want to beat him up, and as a cop, it’s frowned upon to cause bodily harm to someone just because you hate the guy. Or I can call Ally and tell her what I just saw. She might end up hating me just a little more, but I like her too much to let her continue staying with a guy who doesn’t treat her right.

Deciding to go with the latter, I quietly slink back into the men’s restroom but not before taking a quick snapshot of them literally going at it against the wall.

I pull up Ally’s number while I stare at my reflection in the mirror.

When she answers, she’s as sassy as ever. “Well, if it isn’t the royal pain in my ass.”

I would laugh at her comment if I wasn’t about to crush her heart, thanks to her douche bag boyfriend.

“And hi to you, too.”

“So, this is new. You usually just text me to annoy the crap out of me.”

When I remain silent, she speaks again, but this time, I hear panic in her voice, “Is…everything okay?”

I sigh, my eyes still on my reflection. “No…not unless your boyfriend has a twin.”

I can hear the confusion in her pause.

“What are you talking about?”

“Well…” I begin, but I suddenly find it impossible to speak. I don’t want to be the one to cause her pain, but if it were me and someone I knew had seen my girlfriend screwing around on me, I’d want to know about it.

“Damn it, Logan, just tell me,” she demands.

“I’m at the bar opposite the police station, and when I went to take a leak, I saw Eddie and another chick leave the women’s restroom, looking thoroughly fucked.”

A few seconds go by when all I can hear is her heavy breaths. I don’t speak. I just let her have a moment to register what I just told her.

“I’d ask if you were joking, but considering you called him by his actual name…you’re really not screwing with me.”

“I wish I were…and I wish I were wrong, but even when they left the restroom, they weren’t exactly hiding what they’d just done in there.”

“God, I’m such a moron.” She lets out an irritated growl. “We were supposed to go out tonight, but he canceled on me, told me he had a family emergency. And unless he’s screwing his sister, I’m guessing it wasn’t an emergency.”

“You’re not a moron; he is. Do you want me to beat him up? I could get fired, but it’d be worth it to break his nose.”

She ignores my lame attempt at a joke. “What bar are you at again?”

“I’m at Macy’s. It’s the bar across from the police station.”

“I’ll be there in ten,” she tells me before hanging up on me. Then, a second later, the phone vibrates in my hand with her name lighting up my screen. I answer, and before I can say anything, she snaps out, “Oh, and make sure that cheating son of a bitch doesn’t leave the bar.”

“Yes, ma’am.” My reply goes unheard as she dropped the call before I could speak.

I leave the restroom, and when I see the coast is clear again, I head back into the bar area, my eyes actively searching for Eddie. It doesn’t take me long to spot him by the bar with a group of friends while the woman he left the restroom with is literally hanging off his arm.

I return to Joe, and without taking my eyes off the cunt, I take a seat and throw back my freshly poured glass of bourbon.

“Hey, you were a while. Everything okay?”

I flick my eyes to Joe. “You see that prick over there, the pretty boy with the ’90s Backstreet Boys haircut?”

He follows my gaze until he stops on Eddie. “Yeah. What about him?”

“That’s Ally’s boyfriend. But that chick practically humping his back? That definitely isn’t Ally.”

Joe lets out a low whistle. “Shit. You’re kidding?”

I shake my head. “No, I saw them both leave the ladies’ restroom and then watched how they sucked each other’s faces. If I weren’t a cop, I wouldn’t even hesitate to smash a glass over his head.”

“We could just arrest him for indecent exposure,” he suggests, staring daggers at the piece of shit.

I shrug my shoulders. “I had the same thought, but in approximately ten minutes, he’s going to have his ass handed to him anyway.”

“You told Ally?”

“Of course I did. I called her, and she’s on her way here to confront him.” I see the way he’s eyeing me with suspicion. “And stop looking at me like that. I didn’t do it because I want her. I did it because she deserves better. Though seeing him get his ass kicked will definitely be a bonus.”

Joe chuckles before taking a sip of his drink. His features smooth out before he speaks again, “God, how stupid can you be to cheat on