Chapter 143
**Megan**
I get in the car and watch Logan walk around to get in next to me. He climbs in and starts the car, he is honestly one of the sweetest men I’ve ever met. He can come across as quite scary but to me, he’s always been sweet.
“You know we said we weren’t going to be back until around 8,” I say as I look at the clock and 19:10 blinks at me, he looks at me as he pulls the car out of the parking lot.
“What are you proposing we do?” he asks, and I smile a little. He shakes his head as he heads towards home, “What have I turned you into?” he asks.
“What I’m just suggesting is we go get frozen yoghurt or something,” I say, and he laughs.
“Frozen yoghurt it is then,” he says, and I raise an eyebrow at him. I take his hand in mine and place it on my lap.
**Two weeks later.**
Bringing my first back, I punch David’s covered hand and follow it up with a high kick. Two weeks ago, the day after my session with Logan, I had asked David to train me to defend myself, he told me he doesn’t really teach that but he can train me how to fight. I took him up on that offer. It’s virtually the same when I think about it. Since then he’s pulled me into the gym every day. He said I was a quick learner and it helped that I have a gymnastic background.
Logan didn’t seem too happy that I took his gym partner or that I had asked David to teach me rather than him, but the last thing I need is more sexual tension between us when we can’t do anything about it. He found a partner in my uncle and Carl. Lorraine seems to scold David every time I come back to the dining table with a part of my body hurting.
When I told my therapist about this she seemed quite pleased by it. She said it would help me a lot and I’m not going to disagree. It’s helped with my pent up anger. I think more than anything, that and my sexual frustration. I think Logan has kissed me probably twice in the past two and a half weeks. It’s also helping me sleep, mostly because I’m too tired to dream. That’s one of the main reasons I prefer for us to train at night.
David catches my foot, I turn, reach to the floor and lift my other leg to kick him with my other foot in the stomach. He lets go of my leg and stumbles back a little.
“You’re quicker than Logan,” he states.
“That’s because he’s a giant,” I state and then get onto my feet. I pull at the gloves and take them off to then walk to my water bottle.
“He said you’re going shopping today,” he states.
“Yeah, Julie is dragging us all to some party, I don’t want to go,”
“Then don’t go,”
“But then they accuse me of selling them out for my boyfriend, if only they knew,” I say, and sit on the mat. “I’ll probably only go for an hour, parties have never really been my thing,”
“Your uncle is going out tonight too,” he says, and my jaw drops. He laughs and takes a sip of his drink.
“Typical,” I say, and frown at the mat.
“A movie night would do me but I can’t even get that,”
“Is this what girlfriends are for? Conversations like this?” he asks, and I laugh.
“You’re funny David,” I say standing up and walking to the treadmill.
“Lorraine says the same thing and I still don’t get what I’ve said funny half the time,” he says scratching his head.
“How did you two meet?” I ask as I set the treadmill up.
“University, I had accidentally pranked her, I meant to prank one of her male housemates and it got her instead, she wasn’t too happy, cussed me out in front of all my friends and I’ve been in love with her ever since,” he explains with a small smile on his face.
“That’s sweet,” I say as I start to jog. “Not you pranking her,” I say, and he smiles.
“We play pranks on each other all the time though now,”
“I once went on a stag do when I was younger and she stitched in all my clothes, ‘I love my wife 4 ever and always,’ she thought it was hilarious,” he states.
“Staking her claim,” I state and watch as he ups the speed on the treadmill settings. I glare at him and he smiles.
“Yep, enough talking, 10 minutes at that pace then cool down and we’re done,” he states.
“!0 minutes,” I say shocked knowing I can hardly do 5.
“Imagine being chased for 10 minutes,”
“I mean I think I’ll let them catch me,” I say, and he shakes his head with a roll of his eyes.
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**A week or so later**
“Carl I don’t get to spend time with him at all,” I complain as I try to convince him to help me with getting some alone time with Logan. “I’ll start coming to your lesson,” I state and he stops what he’s doing and frowns.
“You’re supposed to be in my lesson?”
“Yeah with Melanie, but they took it off my list of lessons,” I pause “I only took Music because I liked it,” I say, and he nods while picking up music sheets.
“If you play the piano for me now,” he states, and I look at the baby grand piano. “I’ve seen you play and Melanie said in class earlier that you used to play here all the time.,” I silently curse Melanie.
“Can I play at home for you instead?” I ask. He shakes his head.
“Play something for me now and I’ll see what I can do about getting you and Logan some alone time,” he states. I sigh and sit on the soft bench. “Sing too,”
“No,” I say, and he just looks at me. “Fine,” luckily for me, the school had ended ten minutes ago so the chances of anyone hearing me are slim.
I look at the door to see it’s open and my bodyguard is stood at the door. She’s nice, a little small, but I’m not going to judge a book by its cover here. She’s too stealthy, all I know about her is that her name is Sandra and I’m not even sure that’s her real name. She looks at me and gives me a small smile.
“Promise not to laugh?” I ask her and she just smiles and gives me a small nod. I turn back around and place my hands on the piano. “1 song,” I say to Carl. He smiles and leans against it.
“I’ll even grade you,” he states.
“Funny,” I stretch my fingers and look down at the keys. I haven’t played in so long.
“Do you want me to give you a song?” he asks.
“No, I’ve got one,” I state and decide on playing ‘Beautiful Disaster’ by Kelly Clarkson.
He looks at me as I start and I glare at him with a small smile. It would be a lie to say I hate this right now. I close my eyes as I sing it. This song reminds me so much of Logan, it just fits him to a tee.
After I finish I look at him and he smiles, “You enjoyed that,” he states. I shrug and look down at the keys. “Play another?” he asks.
“One more,” I say, and start to play ‘Million Reasons’ by Lady Gaga. He raises his eyebrows at me as I reach the high notes.
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