20
Giada
I’d turned my cell phone off, but decided to text Mother once I landed myself a hotel room. Yes, her treatment of me had hardened my heart toward her, but I didn’t want her worrying I’d been kidnapped by leaving without a trace. I didn’t tell her where I’d gone, just asked her to keep me updated on Marisa’s progress.
The second the text went through, I shut the phone back off.
For two whole days, I binged on junk food, take out, and raunchy e-books. My vibrator got one hell of a work out, but release didn’t bring satisfaction. I craved d**k—Logan’s d**k specifically.
He’d ruined me for anyone else I’d decided—easily accepted without giving anyone else a shot.
Monday morning, I woke with his name on my lips, visions lingering from my vivid dream of him planking over me, his b
