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

last sip of my drink, I grab my jacket from behind my chair and say good-bye to Blake and Jace. Then, I make my way over to Nate and Remi, who are in a cozy booth with Ally and Eddie, the fucking eagle. Just as I approach, Eddie presses a kiss to Ally’s cheek before climbing out of the booth.

“I’m sorry I can’t stay out any longer, but I’m so exhausted.”

Exhausted from what? Reciting ABCs to little rug rats all day?

The dude should try doing what I do for a living. If he’s tired now, chasing after asshole criminals would sure enough put him in a motherfucker coma.

“It’s fine,” Ally replies with a smile, but even I can hear the disappointment from here.

“Will you be okay, getting home on your own?”

This is why Eddie and I are different. Instead of asking this dumbass question, I would have offered to take her home before getting my pathetic ass home, but no, not this pansy. He wants to get home and have a cup of cocoa before lights out. Just another reason he doesn’t deserve her.

News flash, homey: a girl likes a gentleman who puts her needs before his own and escorts her home safely instead of leaving her to catch an Uber alone.

And I know; that’s funny, coming from me, Mr. Player of the Century. But with my protectiveness as a cop and the way my mom raised me, I would never leave a girl stranded on a date, especially on a dark October night. I know what lurks in the night, and they just happen to love gorgeous women like Ally.

I step behind Eddie. “Don’t worry about your girlfriend. I’ll see that she gets home okay,” I say, alerting Eddie of my presence since he’s the only one who didn’t see me coming with his back to me.

I expect Ally to say something snotty to that, but surprisingly, she keeps quiet. I’m guessing she’s pissed off because her date is leaving her stranded. I don’t blame her. It’s a dick move.

He spins around to face me, and the crinkle I see setting around his eyes tells me he isn’t amused. However, like the pussy he is, he says nothing to the fact that another guy—a much taller, hotter, and more muscular guy—just offered to escort his girlfriend home.

He just turns back to Ally. “I’ll see you on Saturday for our date.”

Ally nods, smiling a weak smile. “Yeah, I’ll see you on Saturday.”

“Bye, guys. Again, congratulations on the engagement,” he says to Nate and Remi, and they both say good night. Then, he shoots me a glare before leaving the bar.

Wow, not only did he not offer to walk her home, but he also didn’t even ask her to text him to let him know once she got home okay.

I glance down at my watch on my wrist and scoff. “Well, it isn’t even half past ten yet. What a lightweight,” I comment.

Ally stares up at me with an expression that clearly reads as, Fuck off.

“It’s a school night. He has to get up early in the morning,” she tries to reason, but it just comes off as a weak-ass excuse on his behalf.

“He sounds so fun,” I deadpan as I drop into the seat beside her. “I bet you’re glad you’re dating him now and not some guy with an actual dick.”

This time, she’s the one to scoff. “That’s where you’re wrong. He has a dick, and it’s way bigger than yours.”

And so, the bickering begins, and nine times out of ten, I seem to be the instigator. I don’t mean it, and I certainly don’t plan it, but when I’m in her vicinity and she rolls those pretty eyes of hers, her sexiness makes me want to bring her feisty side to life. I like to see her pissed off because it does something to my pheromones, and I find it so fucking hot, to the point that sparks fly.

If only she’d give in to me … because, damn, to have sex with her when she’s like this would be explosive. Unfortunately, moments like that are reserved only for my dreams.

“Trust me, my dick is bigger,” I gloat.

I glance at my brother and see he’s shaking his head at me.

“Can you two spend at least a second together without going at each other’s throats?”

Ally is the first to answer, “It’s not my fault your twin is an asshole.” Before he can respond, she whips her head to me. “And don’t even think for one minute that you’re taking me home. God knows what you would try.”

It should offend me that she thinks I would sexually assault her, but deep down, she knows I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. I just bring her anger out.

I chuckle before leaning toward her until my breath fans across her cheek. “You and I both know, if anything happened between us, it would be one hundred percent consensual.”

A tiny gasp sounds against the back of her throat, and I know right then that she wants exactly what I want. Just for one second, I can feel her walls tumbling down. But just as quick as they came down, her armor slides back into place, and she shoves me.

“Ugh, you are so full of yourself,” she begins as she physically climbs over me to get out of the booth. “I’m going to use the restroom, and while I do that, I’m going to order an Uber and go home. Alone. Because unlike the damsel in distresses you take to bed, I can take care of myself. I don’t need you or any other guy to make sure I get home okay. Asshole.”

She storms off, leaving an awkward silence in her wake. I look between Nate and Remi with humor.

“Well, planning the wedding should be fun,” Nate deadpans.

Remi elbows him before shuffling out of the booth. “I’d better check on her. But you”—she points at me—“you’ve got to stop getting under her skin so much.”

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