Chapter Eighteen
Friday, July 22, 2022
Logan spent the entire week in Chicago.
On Monday night, after he’d left Dichotomy, he’d texted Sam to let her know everything was fine and explained he had some things to take care of for XTX. On Tuesday morning, feeling somewhat less frazzled, he had called her to explain, only for his call to go to voicemail. The same on Wednesday and Thursday, too. She wasn’t answering, nor was Elijah, and he honestly couldn’t say he blamed them. That first night he was here, he had missed numerous calls from both of them, and he figured they were pissed because of it.
However, they were responding to text messages, which he took as a good sign. He hated himself for lying to them, claiming he had business up here that needed his attention. In all fairness, he did go to the XTX offices every day, putting in his time. And each night, he ventured to Dichotomy, never straying farther than the Dom lounge on the main floor despite Trent’s suggestion that he wander through so he could feel the energy coming from the play. Since energy wasn’t what he was after, he’d politely declined and settled for conversing with some of the Doms he’d met over the years.
And here he was again on Friday, still searching for something he wasn’t even sure existed but too scared to leave before he found it.
He’d come straight from the office, checking in with security at the front door and being granted entry. After being told they would let Trent know he was there, Logan ventured over to the bar. The submissive working behind it offered a smile and then started making his drink without him having to ask for it.
Someone cleared their throat behind him, then Trent’s voice followed. “I figured you would’ve gone back by now. Should I be worried?”
That was the question of the day. Logan knew he should’ve gone back long before now, and he wanted to, but he knew he wasn’t mentally prepared to deal with the situation he found himself in. At this point, he was already in the doghouse, so he figured he might as well see if he could find some clarity before he went back to Dallas.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to see you,” Trent said, his grin widening as though he harbored a secret. “I’m just not sure what to do withtwoof you at the same time.”
Logan’s eyes darted behind Trent when the man stepped out of the way. “Son of a bitch.”
“Nice to see you, too,” Luke greeted with a shit-eating grin. “It’s kinda weird that our roles are reversed, don’t you think?”
Trent chuckled. “I was thinking the same thing.”
Logan rolled his eyes, then turned back to the bar, thanking the submissive when she passed over his drink.
“I’ve been giving some thought to your situation,” Trent said, motioning for Logan to follow. “But I need to make my rounds first. You boys can sit down and be good, or you can go with me.”
Logan felt Luke’s eyes on him. He knew if he opted to sit down, his twin was going to read him the riot act. On the other hand, he knew Trent was intent on him taking the tour, and when Trent wanted something, the man didn’t stop until he got it. Perhaps it was the lesser of two evils.
He sighed, letting them see how put out he was by his options.
“Come on,” Trent urged.
“Why’re you here?” Logan asked Luke when he forced his feet to move, falling in step with Trent with Luke moving up to his side.
“Figured you needed a shoulder to cry on.” Luke patted his shoulder. “I’ve got two. Pick one, and once you let it all out, you can get your panties out of the knot they’re in. Iwon’tbe helping with that part.”
Logan groaned. This was not how he’d seen this night going.
“I haven’t told him anything,” Trent said, chuckling. “Although he’s a persistent fucker, this one.”
“One of my finer qualities,” Luke quipped. “I already know what your problem is.”
“Do you?” Logan grumbled.
Luke looked proud of himself when he said, “I do. I think you’re hung up on the bisexual nature of your urges.”
Ah, hell.
“I was thinking the same thing,” Trent added.
Logan didn’t respond. He could see how they would jump to that conclusion, although it couldn’t be further from the truth. At this point, accepting that he was bisexual was the least of his worries.
“I can hear that hamster wheel turning,” Luke said. “We might be off on our diagnosis, Trent.”
Trent stopped, peered over at Logan, and frowned. “That was only one of my thoughts.”
