Chapter Thirty-Two
Mia
Four days had passed since Logan left for Utah, and I had done what he’d asked every day after receiving his text.
Logan: Morning orgasms are a great way to start your day. Think of me. ??
I knew that his text wasn’t really part of the Inspired program, and it wasn’t a demand either. But still, something inside me had awakened that night with Logan telling me all the ways I’d driven him mad with need. I had seen it, felt it, and craved more.
Never had I done anything like that in my life, and I was exhilarated from the experience.
Every morning, I got up and went to the bathroom to relieve my bladder, clean up a bit, and settled back into bed for some one-on-one time with myself. Logan pumping his cock was on the top of my fantasy reel, but this morning, I took it a step further.
His hands moved from himself to my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the table. Then, in one swift thrust, he was inside me. Punishing me over and over for making him so hard when he couldn’t touch me.
The thought alone had me moaning into the empty bedroom.
Once sated, I took a shower and dressed for the day. Of course, that was the easy part.
Jay had to call in sick, thanks to a stomach bug, and I had to make sure everything got done. Felicia, a redheaded intern under Jay, asked if I wanted her help to catch up on the e-mails Jay would have gone over. I said no but then remembered I was supposed to say yes. She was just hitting the button to go down the elevator when I called out to her, changing my answer. Truth was, I did need help. I could have done it on my own, but this was one of my problems. Letting people help me.
What would have taken me four hours was done in an hour and a half.
I thanked Felicia over and over while she simply smiled and said it was her job. It wasn’t, but maybe Jay needed a full-time assistant to help him, which would help me.
Logan called to check in this morning, making sure I was okay mentally and that I was taking care of myself, as he’d done twice a day since he left. If there was any moment over the past few days I had been off, he’d help me through it and then tell me to write an e-mail to myself. Kind of like a diary, telling myself in the e-mail what was bothering me.
Everything I thought would keep me busy until midnight had been taken care of, and I got done with work earlier than expected. Feeling like I wanted to do something fun, I texted Gia to see if she and Mom wanted to have a girls’ night tonight. Tomorrow was the gala; Saturday was booked with three weddings that I needed to be here for; and then Sunday, if I wasn’t completely exhausted, I’d head over for family dinner.
Busy, busy, busy.
Gia: We’re in. What do you have in mind? P.S. I’m up for anything. In desperate need of a mommy drink.
Mia: I was thinking one of those paint and wine places. Could be fun.
Jay had mentioned taking a date to one of those things before, and art was something that I used to enjoy but stopped doing years ago. I’d probably be complete shit and out of practice, but I wanted to do something fun, and that sounded like a good time.
Gia: Yes! I’ll grab the Moscato. You pick us up in a limo!
Laughter bubbled out beyond my lips.A limo. Jesus, she was crazy.
But was I gonna do it?
We’d look like lunatics, driving up to a paint and wine establishment in a limo, but what the hell? What good was having all this money if I didn’t splurge here and there?
Mia: See you soon.
I called my driver and asked if he could grab one of the limos from the garage we kept here. It came in handy to have a variety of vehicles for corporate parties, weddings, and anyone who wanted to use the extra services. Since they were our cars, the prices were more affordable, too.
After making the call, I set my phone on my counter and then hurried to my bedroom to change into a pair of jeans and a blue top. I did a once-over in the mirror, feeling happy that my jeans still fit and my hair looked nice in the messy bun.
“Hey, girl. You looking fine. You come here often?” I shimmied and swayed a little. My ass did look great in these jeans. I winked at myself, feeling sexy. “Oh, yeah, I like the way you shake it.” I kept flirting with myself and then realized I was wasting time, trying to come on to myself, when I needed to get to the limo and pick up my girls.
“I’ll see you later.” I air-smooched myself, then grabbed my stuff, and ran out the door, giggling.
I was becoming an idiot, but at least I was beginning to see happiness. Not the weight of the world and feeling so lost. I didn’t have a purpose as of yet besides just living the life I had, and maybe that was my only purpose. But, for now, I wasn’t trying to figure out the future, as I tended to focus much energy on. I’d been practicing, telling myself over and over that I only had now. Control what I could and let go of what I couldn’t. It was a constant battle, but I was trying.
The ride to my sister’s was uneventful. I shot Logan a text, telling him I was hanging out with my family, and he sent me back a smiley face with heart eyes. Most likely to show he was happy I was doing something for me and to make me laugh. Which it did.
