The Logan Brothers - Books 1-4 (EXPOSURE, CRASH, TWIN PASSIONS, and ADDICTED TO YOU!)

Chapter 41





I looked down at the exam paper and sighed deeply.

Done. All of them. Done.

The last week had been intense,  with several exams spread across it. I'd managed to do my best, put  thought to paper as well as I could. Exams had never phased me in  the past. In fact, I'd relished them. I was never one of these  people to get stressed about them, to fall apart as soon as the  paper was placed under my nose. No, I usually stood up to the task  and performed under pressure. It was a trait I'd used well in my new  line of work.

I quickly checked over the  paper and a smile - one of my first genuine smiles in weeks -  creased my face. I was happy with the work, happy with the effort.  Despite all of the shit that was going on in my life, I'd managed to  get it done. If only I could talk about it, someone might be proud  of me.

There was talk among my  classmates of going for some drinks to celebrate. Tess, as she often  did, led the charge. She hadn't asked me about my dancing, my  stripping, recently, keeping to her word. I dunno, right now it  might be nice to vent.

I hadn't told her about the  Michael Cooper murder. I hadn't told her about my run in with Mr  Logan. I hadn't told her about the fact that I hadn't seen Kyle for  over a month. Maybe I never would.

I had spoke to Lexi and she  said she'd seen Kyle around the club, so at least that put my mind  to rest that he hadn't been hurt, or worse. She told me he'd looked  glum, his face a picture of f*cking depression, or so she  said. It probably mirrored my own.

Tess was leading the  discussions outside the exam hall about what to do to celebrate. I  stood towards the back of the group, not giving my opinion. I didn't  really have one anyway.

A drink, though, I could  certainly use a f*cking drink. Or two, or three, or ten. However  many it takes me to forget all this shit for a night.

“Alice.” I looked up to see  Tess, and the entire group, looking at me. “What do you think?  Painters?” Painters was a club in town, great for cheesy music and  cheap drinks. Very popular among the local students.

“Sure,” I said, “sounds  perfect.”

Tess smiled at my approval. It  was sweet that she was actively trying to include me in the  discussion. She wasn't to know that I didn't really care where we  went.

“Great, Painters it is!”  she exclaimed to a small cheer from the group. “Lets all meet at  that cocktail bar across...”

“Sexy Martini!”

“Yes, thank you Brian. Let's  all meet at Sexy Martini at 8 and go from there. All good?”

There was a general rumble of  agreement before everyone began dispersing, disappearing off in  their own little groups.

“You OK with that babe...Sexy  Martini?”

“Yeah, cocktails sound very  appealing tonight,” I said. The more alcohol in the drink, the  better.

Her face lit up. “Great,  let's go try outfits on!”

....

We'd spent a good couple of  hours trying on clothes and listening to music before we jumped in a  cab and headed out.

Tess had seemingly been on  something of a shopping spree recently, the amount of new clothes  she had stacked up in her room. “Retail therapy,” she said. “I  was really upset when we weren't friends.”

She put on that puppydog  expression with pouting lips that she used so well and gave me a  hug. It was good to have her back.

“So what do you think the  chances are of Tom being there?” She bit her lip suddenly as soon  as she said his name. “Oh, sorry, I forgot about him and that  night and...all that. Forget I said anything.”

“Tess, it's all right hun.  That's long in the past. Anyway, I actually ran into him a while  back and he was pretty cool about it. He actually acted like a grown  up for once. It was kind of jarring actually.”

“Oh, cool. Yeah, so do you  think he'll be there?” I got the impression that she'd volunteered  Painters because it was where he'd most likely be on a Friday night.

“Could be, yeah. It's student  night Friday so I wouldn't bet against it. Why don't you just text  him and say we'll be there.”

“Cringe. No way. I've never  asked a boy out in my life.”

“Tess,” I laughed, “you're  not asking him out. You're just telling him we're all going out.  It's a friendly group hang.”

She had this coy look on her  face like she wanted to do it but couldn't. “No, I can't, you do  it.”

“All right, fine, I will.”

She looked at me in some kind  of wonder as I took out my phone and typed up the text.

“There you go, done,” I  said, hitting send.

“My hero,” she said,  jumping on me with open arms and laughing. I could tell her tone was  mocking but there was a truth to her words.

In any case, I knew for a fact  that Tom didn't like her in that way and probably never would. I'd  just never had the heart to tell her.

After a short ride in the cab  we stepped out onto the street to the bright lights of Sexy Martini.  I'd forgotten it when I'd agreed on where to go but the Globe Hotel  was only a couple of streets away. I hadn't been this close for  weeks.

I could see a few of our  classmates inside already, large jugs of cocktails on a table  between them. Their faces were all as lit as the bright neon lights  on the outside of the bar. It was nice to see everyone so happy and  relieved to have finished the exams. I felt the same.

Over the next hour we sank  cocktails together, everyone so relaxed and having a good time. The  atmosphere was palpable, a river of relief rushing through our  group. The rate at which everyone was drinking - even those not  prone to fall victim to the lure of alcohol too often - was setting  the foundations for a storied night.

By 10 PM everyone had enjoyed  their fair share of half price cocktails and we relocated over the  street to Painters. The queue was already beginning to form outside  - typical for a Friday night - so we all gravitated towards the  back.

Tess, being Tess, however, had  other ideas. I saw her walk over the bouncers, flirt her ass off,  and then wave her hand to usher us over and to the front of the  queue.

“What was that?” I asked as  we passed by the grumbling crowd of students still standing  motionless outside the club.

“Oh, nothing. I just said  we'd finished our exams today and are on for a big night, that's  all. Alice, you of all people know how to use your tits to get what  you want. Well, nowadays at least.”

It was a slightly crude way to  make the point, but she certainly had one.

I'd been to the club a lot  before, mainly back when I first started at college and life was a  lot more simple. Back then uni work was easy and less time  consuming, I was working several nights a week in a bar, with  weekends at a clothes shop, and I was just living a standard college  existence. Only less than two years later and my life had been  turned on its head.

As with most clubs, the  atmosphere and decor inside was hugely different to the cocktail bar  we'd just been at. In Painters it was almost unnecessarily dark. I  mean, I knew that clubs were always darker than bars, but this placetook it to another level. As I pushed through the dancefloor towards  the bar I could hardly tell where I was. But for the flashing lights  above me I'd be lost.

The place was big and pulsing  with students, all looking to see themselves into the weekend as  only they know how. As far as I knew, lots of different courses had  had important exams today, something I could tell from the drunken,  happy look in people's eyes.

It must have been about  midnight when I bumped into Tom. He told me he'd been coming down  anyway but my text message only spurred him on. He had a lustful  look in his eye, his irises swimming in beer, as he sat me down in a  booth over at one side of the club, away from my classmates and  Tess.

When he spoke his words were  slurring slightly. At any party or night out I don't think I'd ever  seen him in complete control of his tongue by this point of the  evening. His words, too, were far more loose and less reserved than  last I'd seen him.

“Why are you always so  stand-offish with me when we're out Alice?” he asked, his  expression somewhat hurt.

“I'm not Tom,” I said, “I'm  always friendly to you.”

He nodded his head excessively.  “Yeah, friendly. Exactly, friendly.”

I was getting tipsy but this  still confused me. “Friendly, yeah,” I laughed. “What, do you  want me to be unfriendly?”

“I like you Alice, for f*ck  safe. Why are you the only girl who doesn't want to go out with me?”

Tom had come onto me a few  times before, so this was nothing new. Usually he was more  aggressive though, more physical. This time he genuinely seemed  aggrieved.

“I dunno, I just don't see  you like that. You're a great guy Tom, just not my type.”

“Your type. So what is your  type.”

I didn't have a answer. “I  don't have a specific type really...”

“Aha! Then how do you know  I'm not your type.”

“Because you're always such a  dick!” I shouted over the music, a smile on my face. I didn't mean  it seriously, but the look on his face told me he seemed to take it  as such.

“A dick. You think I'm a  dick?”

“Well, you know what I mean.  You're a jock, a football guy. Until the other day I only saw you as  that. Anyway, trust me, you wouldn't want to date me anyway. I'd  only get in the way. A guy like you Tom, you're better off single.”

I patted his arm consolingly as  his eyes dropped. Damn he was being sensitive. Maybe he really did  like me.

“It gets old sometimes -  being single. I've never had anything more really. I'd kinda like  that.”

“Well that's great, that is.  But I don't think I'm the girl.”

If he'd been this guy all  along, the guy who offered me a lift home a few weeks ago, the guy  sitting with me now, maybe I'd have liked him. In fact I probably  would. There was no doubt be was gorgeous, and he had this kind of  misunderstood vibe going on. I have to admit it was attractive.

He nodded. “I guess we're  better as friends. We are friends, right Alice?”

“Of course,” I said, giving  him a hug. As I pulled back he moved in to kiss me, his lips hitting  mine before I had a chance to react. I hesitated for a moment, my  lips lingering on his, before coming to my senses and pulling back.

“Sorry, I couldn't help it.  You're just so stunning Alice, I've never met a girl like you.” He  was talking fast, his words uncharacteristically apologetic.

I smiled at him and put my hand  to his cheek, his skin soft and warm. “That's sweet Tom, but I'm  not looking for anything like that.”

His eyes straightened on me and  he nodded lightly. “I get it.”

He stood and turned, walking  out of the booth gingerly. I'd never seen him looking so forlorn, so  downcast. I doubt, though, that he'd remember much of this tomorrow,  if any of it.

I sat alone in the booth as he  stumbled back into the crowd, disappearing like a drop of water into  the ocean. I could see Tess dancing with a couple of guys over to  one side, each of them vying for her attention. She was lovingit,  teasing them and taunting them. That was just her way. It wasn't for  me, not unless under strict, paid, conditions!

I stood and meandered back  towards the bar and tried to hail the bartender.

“Hey sweetheart, let me get  that for you,” said a guy to my left. He had a roving eye, looking  me up and down.

“It's all right, I'll get my  own. Thanks for the offer.”

He winked at me with a smile on  his face. “Can't blame a guy for trying.”

I heard another voice behind me  as the guy trundled off towards the other end of the bar.

“Perhaps I could buy you a  drink instead.”

For crying out loud, why  can't a girl just buy her own f*cking drink.

“No, it's OK, I'm good  thanks.”

“Perhaps a chat then. I  really need to talk to you.”

God, what was the deal with  this guy. Creepy much. I turned to my right to see who it was and my  heart hit the floor.

“Kyle! What the hell are you  doing here?!”

“Like I said Alice, I need to  talk to you.”

He looked as stern as I'd ever  seen him, his face cast from iron. A peppering of stubble shrouded  his cheeks, making his complexion look even darker in the dim light  of the bar. But his eyes, those bright blue eyes, nothing could keep  them at bay. They shone out like stars on the black sky.

“This way,” he said, “we  need to find somewhere quieter.”





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