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

someone as beautiful as Ally? She’s like day and night compared to that woman with him right now. I’m sure some dudes were dropped on their heads as children.”

“You’re definitely right about that. Too many fuckers with little dicks and no brains. It’s the big dicks and big brains that women need. You know, good in bed but book smart.”

“What, someone like you?” he asks knowingly, smirking.

“Well, I did go to MIT, and I’ve yet to have any complaints in the bedroom.”

“You’re also one arrogant motherfucker,” he says, pointing his glass my way.

“You know me so well; you’d think we were partners or something.”

I look down at my empty drink and decide I need another. “I think I’m gonna head to the bar for another drink. You want anything?”

“No, I’m good.” He purposely glances over at Eddie before returning his gaze back to me. “Just holler if you need backup,” he tells me with a smile, knowing the actual reason I’m heading to the bar.

I stand and approach the bar, and almost like magic, a gap becomes free next to him. I slip in beside him and wait a minute for the bartender to serve me. I keep my eyes zoned forward, but in my peripheral vision, I see him nuzzling into the chick’s ear, making her giggle with his whispers. A waiter nods at me, awaiting my order.

Holding out a finger, I say, “A bourbon, neat, please.”

He’s back with my drink within seconds, and I slide a five-dollar bill over to him, telling him to keep the change. Remaining in my spot, I take a sip of my drink while pivoting on my feet so I’m facing Eddie. I edge forward a little, so I know he can hear me.

“Freddie, well, well, well, I wonder what your girlfriend would think of you banging some other girl.”

His shoulders physically freeze at the sound of my voice, and I know he doesn’t have to turn around to realize who it is. That, and I’m fairly certain I’m the only person who calls him Freddie. He does turn around though, and the instant his eyes lock on to me, all color seems to drain from his face.

He doesn’t waste any time in pushing the chick away from him, and he straightens to his full height. I laugh when he comes at least a few inches shorter than me.

“Oh, hi, Nate,” he says, and I pull him under my scrutiny.

I get it; he’s trying to be funny like me by calling me the wrong twin name. He fucking knows it’s me.

“Oh, you wish I were Nate.” I point to the girl who’s watching us both with confusion. “You not going to introduce me to your friend?”

His cheeks redden as he glances at her, and for a few seconds, they have their own little silent conversation with their eyes.

When he doesn’t answer me, I say, “I’m guessing she’s not your sister.”

“I don’t know what you think you saw, but you’re wrong.”

I swipe my phone from my pocket and pull up the snapshot I took. I hold it out for him to see. “So, this isn’t you and your lady friend going at it just seconds after exiting the restroom?”

He pales even more before glancing back at me, shaking his head. “It’s not what it—”

“It’s not what it looks like? Don’t give me that bullshit. I bet if I walked in there”—I point in the vicinity of the ladies’ restroom—“I’d find drops of your cum on the floor.”

He looks sheepish at my comment, and I glare at him with a mixture of disappointment and pure disgust.

“Damn, cheating on your girlfriend and not wrapping up while you do so? That’s such a douche bag thing to do.”

I edge even closer until I get right into his face. Then, I have to take a step back when I get the distinct scent of pussy. I pull out a packet of gum from the back pocket of my jeans and hold it out for him.

“Did you have fish today? Your breath smells a little funky,” I tell him.

His little girlfriend has the audacity to giggle, and he glares at her, all the while covering his mouth with his hands. He doesn’t take the gum though.

“You’d better clean up before you get your balls ripped from your body.”

“What do you mean?”

I look down at my watch. “Well, in just a few minutes, the entertainment in this place is about to improve. A boxing match, I think,” I say with a twinkle in my eye. I have to say, I’m kind of enjoying torturing him. It’s fun.

He seemingly stops breathing for a moment. “Ally’s coming here?”

“You know, that’s where you and I are totally different species. You screw over the people you’re supposed to care about. I, on the other hand, am loyal to a fault when it comes to the people I love, and that means, when I see my friend’s boyfriend screwing around on her—the boyfriend who is so out of her fucking league, he should be in little league—then I’m going to tell that friend.”

“You son of a bitch,” he threatens, pulling back his fist to hit me.

With my fantastic reflexes, I catch him with my elbow, causing him to stumble back a little, and I don’t even spill a drop of my bourbon.

“What, you’re going to hit a cop? Trust me, there are at least five cops in here, and I promise you, it won’t end well.”

He snarls at me, “I see the way you look at her. You didn’t do this because you care for her. You did this because you just want to get into her panties. You’re no different from an asshole like me. But this, this thing you did isn’t going to work in your favor because she hates your guts.”

“Not as much as I hate you!”

Before I can blink, my glass of bourbon gets snatched from my hand, and the contents get thrown in his face.

The chick beside him shrieks when