Forever Logan by Elena Matthews (best fiction novels .txt) 📗

she gets caught with the cold beverage, shouting, “What the hell?”

Ally looks between Eddie and the girl with steam coming out of her nostrils; she’s so furious.

Wow, and I thought I’d seen Ally at her angriest, but this, it’s like the devil meets Voldemort.

“Is this who you were caught fucking with?”

“Ally…I-I’m—”

The slap she gives him is literally heard around the entire bar, and immediately, all eyes are on us.

Eddie stills for a moment, almost as if he can’t believe she hit him, but damn, that was one hell of a slap. Then, his eyes turn black, glaring at her, and I automatically step closer to her, my invisible protective shield going up.

“Jesus, woman!” Then, he assesses his hand, and I see there are a few drops of blood.

I glance back to his face and see a two-inch cut along his cheek, thanks to Ally’s pointy nails. One of the good uses of getting acrylic manicures? They’re like mini weapons, just as deadly as a knife.

“You fucking cut me!”

“Whoops, did I? Oh, I’m so sorry,” she mocks in an aww, boohoo kind of way. Then, she stares daggers at him. “Well, considering you’ve just been caught cheating behind my back, I guess we’re even.”

I’m not sure where the other chick has been in the past five minutes, but she seems to finally get a clue. “Wait, cheating?” she asks Eddie. “You said you were in an open relationship.”

Ally bursts out laughing, but it’s the kind of laugh that could send you to an insane asylum. “It seems he lied to you, too.” She turns her attention back to Eddie. “What was the lie you told me about why you had to cancel on our date—again? Oh, right, a family emergency. God, I’m so fucking stupid. I guess you got bored, huh? Bored of waiting for me because I wouldn’t open my legs for you,” she grits out while he palms his hand over his cheek.

My eyes widen at this sudden information, and I have to stop myself from smiling at the fact that they’ve never had sex. To say this makes me happy would be an understatement.

“Well, I’m glad I didn’t sleep with you, you piece of shit, because I deserve better than an asshole who can’t keep it in his pants.”

He tilts his head and points his finger at me. “What, someone like Logan?”

Um, yes.

Unfortunately, Ally doesn’t get the chance to answer because he speaks before she can, “You know, maybe if you weren’t such a prude, then I wouldn’t have had to go look elsewhere.”

“Oh, I’m not a prude. I was building up the courage to fuck someone with such a small dick.”

A collective, “Ooh,” and howls of laughter sound throughout the bar.

My mouth twitches with humor, proud of my girl for talking some incredible trash talk.

“How would you know? You’ve never seen it,” he tries to smart back, but Ally is already one step ahead of him.

“And now that you’ve cheated on me, I never will. So, whose fault is that? How did I ever think dating you was a good idea? Thank you for showing me the real you. It makes dumping you so much easier. We’re over, and I’d appreciate it if you lost my number.”

She turns from him, and just as she’s about to step away, his next words halt her in her tracks.

“You think you can do better than me, huh?” he taunts. “Good luck finding someone who will put up with a prude like you,” he spits out, obviously sore from this brutal breakup.

Ally spins back around to him, flashing him a smug smile—which is a little creepy, considering the circumstances.

“You don’t think I had opportunities while we were dating? Believe me, I’ve had better options. I was just so blindsided by you that I couldn’t see what was right in front of me.”

“Yeah, and who’s that?” he argues back.

Instead of answering him, her eyes land on mine, and before I take my next breath, she’s in front of me, her hands on either side of my cheeks, her lips suddenly attacking mine. Like a complete dumbass, I freeze, not understanding what’s going on.

Is Ally really kissing me right now?

It’s not until I feel her tongue tracing along the seam of my lips that I wake up, and I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her into me, allowing her to deepen the kiss. I can’t keep the groan from escaping my lungs when the taste of cherry cola assaults my taste buds. I can hear cheers erupt all around us, but I find it hard to focus when all I can feel, taste, and sense is Ally. It’s like my dreams are finally coming true, that Ally is finally giving in to the pull that’s been between us since the moment we met.

I’m soon brought back to earth when she abruptly snatches her lips from mine, and she just stares back at me in shock, her eyes filling up…and I’m not sure if the tears are from the impact of our kiss or from the asshole who just broke her heart.

In a blink, the tears subside, and she throws one last glare in Eddie’s direction. “Go fuck yourself, Freddie,” are the last four words she says to him before fleeing the bar.

The entire place is ghostly quiet; you could probably hear a pin drop. My eyes find Joe’s across the bar, and he looks as shocked as I do from everything that just went down.

Then, he flicks his gaze to the door, mouthing, Go after her.

Pulling my head out of my ass, I leave a soaked, bloody, and pissed off Eddie and go in search of Ally. As my feet hit the asphalt, I spot her car pulling out of the parking lot before she speeds off down the road. Needing to make sure she’s okay and that she doesn’t kill herself on the drive home, I pull up my phone to order an Uber since I’m over the limit, but