Chapter 21
MIAMI, FLORIDA 2024
LOGAN
I massaged my temples before running my hands into my wet hair and washing the shampoo off. I was gently massaging my scalp when her image appeared. I don’t know if I’ve been hallucinating, but I’ve been seeing Patricia lately; it’s like I missed her.
“Get ahold of yourself, Logan, you’re married now,” I told myself then, frustrated, I got out of the shower. I didn’t understand why she was haunting me, she invaded all my thoughts. I couldn’t even concentrate on anything, it’s like everything else reminded me of her.
She always washed my hair; she even used to cut my hair, something Irene was failing to do. God. Thated comparing them, but I just couldn’t help it.
After wrapping a towel around my waist. I took another one and started drying my hair, with it in my hand, I walked out, and of course, Irene was waiting by the door.
“Okay, I’m not doing this today” I said as I walked past her and walked to the closet.
“Excuse me?” She followed behind me
“I was a mistake, okay”
“Okay, the first time was a mistake; the second time, yes, but this is the third, Logan, you need to tell me if you’re seeing her
“I’m not seeing her, why are you forcing matters!
“I’m forcing matters!”
“You’re the one forcing matters, Logan. You can’t just call me another woman’s name, your ex–wife at that, and then expect me to be just fine, seriously?” She stood at the door with her arms crossed over her chest. I didn’t respond. I mean, there was nothing to say; I knew I fucked up, and the only way to fix it was to apologize, so removing the towel and slipping into my boxers, I apologized.
“I promise it won’t happen again.”
“And that’s what you said last time.”
“I know, but I promise I will be better this time, okay?” I didn’t want to apologize, but I was not about to ruin my day today, so I just had
“Fine, but we are seeing that sex therapist.”
“W–what?” I stopped doing my buttons as I turned to her; she once mentioned the sex therapist, but I dismissed it, but her mentioning it today again? “You want to take me to a sex therapist, really?”
“It’s the only way, we haven’t had sex in months now. You come home either tired or still busy with work, and last night, after drugging you, you still had to call me her name.”
“Wait, you what?”
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“You drugged me?” I couldn’t believe it
“You never touch me. What am I supposed to do?”
“Irene-”
“No. Stop it. I’m not listening: I did what I had to do to help you get your dick up because it seems your ex–wife left with it.” She wasn’t lying, ever since Patricia left four years ago, my sex life hasn’t been the same.
I usually used to get hard whenever Irene was naked, but from that day on, I struggled to get it up. The first year without her, I tried so hard; I always had to think of Patricia for it to be hard, and then I would quickly get to Irene, but then I got so tired of it that I gave up on sex. I’ve just been focused on work and nothing else.
“Drugging me is crossing the line, Irene.”
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“Like I said, I did what I had to do, now I’ll be doing some shopping and maybe going to the spa, but once that is done, I will come to the company and pick you up. We are seeing that therapist today. I don’t know if you’ve lost your manhood, but you have to get it up. otherwise.
“What? Otherwise, what, Irene!” I asked, but she didn’t answer; instead, she walked to the bathroom and slammed the door really hard. I took a deep breath before buttoning up my shirt and then walked to the section where my ties were
I didn’t really care which one I took, as when I was with Patricia, she would choose for me, but Irene didn’t give a damn about that. After her accident and losing our baby, she had been more concerned about shopping, spas, and sex. She didn’t even work anymore, she just spent my money, and I had no choice because she was now my wife. I married her out of guilt as I was the reason she threw herself in front of Poppy’s car. Well, a big mistake because, yes, money was not a problem, but the way she spent it. God, it was like it was her last day ever shopping.
After putting on my wristwatch, I took my phone, which was, of course, unlocked. I knew Irene went through it because it was not the first time, but I just still didn’t understand how she managed to get my fingerprint, and no, she didn’t go through messages or anything she just went to update the limits on the card, as I usually put a limit because of the way she spends money.
“Shit.” I cursed under my breath as she set the limit to fifty thousand, which meant she was spending that today. Well, I make that kind of money in ten minutes, so it wasn’t a problem, just her addiction.
Without wanting her to find me here, I left the room, and of course, there was no breakfast–there weren’t even groceries in this house, that’s just how careless of a wife Irene was. If it were Patricia, I would find her with my cup of coffee and fresh pancakes waiting at the dining table
“And she promised to learn,” I sighed as I remembered Irene promising to learn how to cook; well, at this point the restaurant had turned into my home, as that’s where I always ate, Walking out, I got in my car and drove straight to the office.
My secretary, having gotten used to it, had already ordered my breakfast, as I found it ready in my office. After having it, I asked my secretary to clean up before instructing her not to let Irene in.
“I am very busy, and I don’t want her to disturb me. Am I clear?”
“Yes, sir.” I then dismissed her and told her not to call me unless it was important and to push all my meetings to tomorrow, as again. I wasn’t feeling like having any meetings. I then got to work, going through company reports, not only this one but my other companies Too, that’s how I distracted myself from my misery.
Irene, as she promised, came. I could hear her arguing with my secretary, but she did her job so well that she managed to make her leave. Then Aunt came–Uncle Jack’s wife, of course; she was like my mother, but still I didn’t want to see anyone, so she was also asked to leave. I got back to work until my phone started ringing, and it was Michael.
“Don’t tell me you’re working”
“What do you want, Michael?”
“Oh, let me guess, another fight with Irene about your sexual capabilities?” He laughed, which made me rub my forehead. “Man, you’re fucked.”
“I know, I just keep seeing her. I don’t even know why it’s gotten worse. I forgot about her a few months ago, but now, I even called Ine her name again.”
“Oh my god, that’s really bad. I hope Irene didn’t slice your throat this time” Michael seemed to be enjoying my misery.
“She drugged me.”
“I know, Poppy told me?
“I don’t know, man, maybe I should go and see her. You still know where she is, right?” I asked. There was silence for a moment.
Michael was also a private investigator, I hired him to find Patricia’s address–that was years ago. She was on another continent, but with money, you can reach anywhere. It was at the last minute when I changed my mind, not wanting to hear anything that related to her, I just wanted to focus on Irene, so I never found out. I never even searched her up, but now I think seeing her would be the only solution
I had to ask her to let me go. I mean, she wasn’t even that attractive with her fat ass: why on earth was she all over my mind?
“Tell you what, I’ll give you something better.”
“Michael-
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and ask for the documents, then 111 give you l’atricia’s”
me on a task for s something I paid lum to do?
“Seriously?” He was crazy–putting me on a
“Yes, seriously.” Michael didn’t sound like he was joking. Well, I had nothing to lose, so I agreed, as I trusted Michael. I just hoped he didn’t hire fucking prostitutes to turn me on sis I could give it to Irene.
After the call. I realized it was already late, I waited for Michael’s text, and when it came in, I got up. Since I was the last one to leave, well, except for the guards who basically slept there, Tinstructed them to lock up before getting in my car and driving to the address.
Reaching there, I took a moment before I got out and went straight to the door, I knocked, and it took a moment for someone to open it When the door was opened, my eyes net with a figure I never expected, making my jaw drop
My heart started beating, and I closed my eyes and then opened them just to be sure I wasn’t imagining it since I’ve been losing at lately, but seeing the person’s shocked expression, I realized it was real
Patricia was really standing in front of me.
She was back?
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