More Than A Favor (Elaine and Logan) novel Chapter 70

< More Than A Favor 

Chapter 70 

From Logan’s expression, he was clearly jealous. 

What a jerk – wanting it both ways. Dating a widow while still trying to hold onto me? 

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After a few minutes in the bathroom, I heard Selene’s tearful voice outside. “Logan, you’re still in love with Elaine, aren’t you?” 

“She’s my fiancée,” Logan replied, confirming my suspicions about his feelings. 

“But she broke up with you,” Selene whimpered, playing the perfect damsel. 

“She did, but I never agreed. Besides, she can’t live without me. She’s just angry – it’ll blow over.” 

I was shocked. He thought our breakup was just me throwing a tantrum? He really believed I’d never 

leave him. 

But if he said that to Selene, maybe there wasn’t anything between them after all? 

“Men are all the same,” Selene mocked. “You don’t appreciate what you have, but won’t let go when you lose it. If Elaine’s the one you care about, why make her suspicious by being so nice to me?” 

My chest tightened. I’d been wondering the same thing. 

Until today, I was sure Logan and Selene were involved. But would he admit his feelings for me in front of her if they were? 

I peeked around the corner. Through a mirror in the hallway, I could see them both. Logan was staring at his feet, looking gloomy. 

“Logan, if you love Elaine, why did you approach me? Why did you kiss me?” 

I froze. They’d kissed? My heart felt like it snapped. 

“Say something!” Selene grabbed his shirt. “Why did you kiss me? If you hadn’t, lan wouldn’t have seen it and-” She suddenly collapsed, Logan catching her. 

“Selene!” he called anxiously before rushing her outside. 

I stood there, watching through the mirror as Logan carried her away. 

So Logan and Selene’s relationship wasn’t new lan had seen them kiss. Logan had been cheating all along. 

A waitress approached: “Ms. Hart? Mr. Drake is waiting outside.” 

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I pulled myself together and left. Ashton was standing backlit and somehow 

reassuring. 

He came over. “What happened?” 

“I can’t stay for lunch,” I managed. 

“Okay, we’ll skip it,” he reached for me. 

I stepped back. “You eat. I’m leaving.” I hurried out. 

I spent from 3 PM to 9 PM at a bar, drinking slowly but steadily until my mind went blank. 

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I knew the owner, Mr. Webb, so I felt safe drinking alone. 

“Need a ride home?” Mr. Webb asked. He was in his fifties, around my dad’s age. 

“I should go,” I said reluctantly, knowing I had work tomorrow. 

Tonight’s drinking was my farewell to my feelings for Logan.