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Relentless Pursuit by Lulu Pratt (18)

Chapter 18

 

Ava

 

Landing in LA is such a relief after spending the entire day avoiding Logan. The dejection on his face was too much to bear, so I pretend to be asleep the entire trip back.

Now, in the backseat of his Bentley, there’s no more running and the tension is so thick I can barely breathe.

“I know we can’t have what we had, and I respect that,” Logan finally breaks the silence. Looking over at him, the breath catches in my throat when his eyes land on me.

“But can we at least get back to the sessions this week? I don’t want to lose you professionally too,” he continues and I can barely contain my excitement.

“Yes, I’d like that,” I say with smile, and his eyes brighten.

Thinking I’d lost him completely was debilitating, so knowing that we can at least continue our professional relationship brings me such hope.

Maybe there will be something to salvage, considering I’ve cleared my schedule and client list for him. If nothing else, I would like to advance my professional career with his addition to my resume, but I feared he would write me off altogether.

“Great. That takes a lot of pressure off,” he sighs as the driver pulls to the curb.

“I didn’t realize we were so close,” I look out to my house, which looks nothing like my home anymore. I feel like a different woman than the Ava who left with Logan.

“Call me tomorrow,” Logan says.

Didn’t we just discuss the need to keep this professional?

“At the office,” he adds, “to schedule the sessions.”

I move to leave him despite the strong sensation to stay longer.

“I’ll talk to you soon,” I assure him, waiting for him to say the words that are swirling in his eyes, but after a long pause I realize they’re not going to reach his lips.

The door closes and again I feel the urge to cry, shutting all my feelings in that backseat with him, as his driver pulls my suitcase up the stairs to my unit.

“Thank you,” I smile before letting myself into my house for the first time in days.

“Honey, I’m home!” I yell, and Petra responds from the back of the house. I’m happy to know she’s here to help me decompress all that’s happened.

Leaving my luggage at the front door, I grab a bottle of wine and two glasses from the kitchen as I head to meet my best friend in the living room.

“I’m two steps ahead of you!” she yells excitedly while motioning to the coffee table, where a bottle of wine and glasses sit. Jumping up, she wraps me in her arms, and I feel safe and comfortable after the extreme loneliness of the past day.

“I think we’ll need both bottles for all I’ve got to discuss,” I sigh, flopping on the sofa as she fills two glasses.

“Do tell,” she sings, handing me one glass before picking up her own from the coffee table.

“Okay, where should I start?” I rhetorically ask before taking a large gulp of wine.

“How was Istanbul? You were there a full week?”

“No, well, I’ll get to that. Istanbul was amazing! Like, quite possibly my favorite city ever. I went out exploring on my own, and then I dragged Logan to go with me,” I smirk, and she sighs, rolling her eyes before sipping the wine.

“Then he took me around, and we got to see the old city, which has all the monuments and churches. They’re so beautiful, Petra. You’d love it!”

“Did you take pictures?” she asks dryly.

“I did, but not many. I can’t believe how in the moment I was, but I completely forgot.”

“That sucks,” she groans, glancing over at the TV.

“So, then Logan got a request to come to Greece, and he asked if it was okay if we went. Like, he really asked if I had time to cruise the Mediterranean Sea!”

Petra looks less than impressed.

“So, you went to Greece too?” she asks, peeking again at the TV.

“Yes! We spent two days cruising on this beautiful yacht. It was just incredible,” I gush, the wine mixing with my adrenaline as I replay my amazing trip.

“So how many hours did you bill him for?”

“What do you mean?” I ask, a little taken aback.

“I mean, we will be getting paid for all of this time, right? Or was this a vacation?”

“Petra, money isn’t an option to Logan. He’s comfortable paying whatever is necessary,” I explain, the defensiveness apparent in my voice.

“Oh, I know he’s comfortable with it, but are you?”

“You know what? I should go finalize those invoices now,” I lie, taking a deep breath to calm myself before leaving her to continue watching her crime story reruns.

My frustration only boils over through the night, as sleep evades me until the wee hours in the morning.

After a sluggish morning in my empty office, I begin to look at the proposed invoices left on my desk by Petra. While I appreciate her initiative and dedication to our business, I can’t understand her obsession with Logan and what he pays me. She’s treating him as if he’ll stiff me with the bill, and it’s annoying considering she’s always reminding me how rich he is.

No matter how long I try to keep myself focused on scheduling, or billings, Logan constantly traces through my mind. A highlight reel of our trip is on constant replay in my mind, and there seems to be no way to escape it, or him.

After a long deliberation, I make a deal with myself – I can schedule my sessions with him for the upcoming week, but it must be professional. That means, there’s really no need for me to speak with him, because typically I work with clients’ secretaries on issues like that.

With my foot tapping, I dial his office number, my stomach turning with each passing second.

“Good morning, Mr. Draper’s office. Sarah speaking. How may I help you?”

“Hello, I’m calling to schedule Mr. Draper’s life coaching sessions for the upcoming week,” I speak with the confidence and authority reserved for my professional persona.

“Really? Is that the best you have?”

“Excuse me?” I hold the phone away from my ear thinking this must be some kind of joke.

“Mr. Draper has never had a life coach, and would never hire such a consultant. He’s not doing interviews about his latest merger, and there’s no way you’ll be sneaking past me with such a weak cover,” she sighs as if she’s actually amused.

“I’m sorry, there must be some misunderstanding. I’ve been seeing Mr. Draper for regular sessions over the course of several weeks. Maybe you’re not privy to these, but I guarantee I’m not making this up,” I explain, debating whether I should mention just returning from a trip with him, but I don’t want to reveal my identity and that’s a dead giveaway.

“If that is the case, please let me know your last session,” she says. She thinks this is a joke, and my frustration is beginning to overflow.

“Fine,” I flip through my schedule, searching for the date of our last session. “Last Tuesday at eleven,” I bite through my teeth, smiling as I hear her flip through her pages.

“Try again. Mr. Draper had me reserve a large block of time, including that hour for a – well, a personal matter, and I can attest it was no sort of life coaching. Have a good day,” she says perkily before ending the call.

With the phone still against my ear, I feel frozen in time as the reality of what she said sinks in. Could he have hidden it from his assistant, possibly from embarrassment? I mean, I’m not a shrink, life planning isn’t the type of thing people hide, but there’s still that possibility.

Then I remember how she spoke when talking about my last session with him, as if she knew a juicy secret I wasn’t privy to. A personal matter, she called it.

Logan doesn’t seem like the type to just lie to my face, especially after all that we shared, but he is the type of person to go to great lengths for something he wants.

Hiring me with no intention of utilizing my services seems like a stretch, until I consider how little he cared about our sessions on the trip. We never even talked about his personal or professional life, outside of when we bathed together and he revealed how closed off he is.

Cringing at the thought of learning about my client while naked, I clench my eyes shut, shaking my head in disgust. I’ve crossed some serious boundaries, and I don’t think there’s any way to resolve it.

Even after learning of this possibility, I still long to see him, touch him, hear his excuse. Deep down, I know he set this all up to date me, and it makes me sick knowing that he succeeded.

A knock at my door steals my attention, as I press the unlock button on my desktop preparing for Melanie to come in with an update on work, but instead it’s Petra.

“Did you look over the invoices I left you?” she asks with attitude.

“I did. But I think I have a bigger problem,” I take a deep breath, readying myself for the embarrassment of confessing.

“What’s up?” she asks casually, sitting down in a chair across from my desk.

“I think Logan was just trying to date me,” I whisper, but Petra barely flinches. “Like, I don’t think he ever wanted me to help him professionally.”

“Well, obviously, Ava.”

“What do you mean obviously?”

“I mean, what would make a billionaire need you to help him with life planning? What would even make you think you’re equipped to do that? Why do you think I’ve been stressing you to bill him as much as possible?” She shoots off one point after another, so quickly I feel my head beginning to spin.

“Wait. So, you suspected this?” I stand from my desk, rattled from her subtle insults.

“Ava, he’s a dirtbag. He’s always after something, so you need to get what you can, before he’s used you. That’s all he does. So, can we get these invoices out or what? He’ll pay whatever you want,” she shrugs, leaning over my desk as she looks at the paperwork.

“Petra, I’m not going to overcharge him just to use him.” My voice is weak and low, as my chest heaves, the air seeming thinner with each breath.

“Did you sleep with him or something?” She looks up, and I force a shocked face, silently lying to her.

“Okay, good. Then he’ll still be on the hunt. Just don’t sleep with him, because after that, you’re useless.”

Rage begins to course through my veins, and strangely it’s not for Logan. Instead, I’m infuriated with Petra. I can understand her feelings about Logan, because at the end of the day, she doesn’t know him. But to talk about me like I’m some disposable piece of meat is unacceptable and nothing like friendly behavior.

“I need some time to finish a few things. Can you leave me?” I ask, turning to look out my window, unable to look at her any longer.

“Don’t forget those invoices,” she reminds me as she walks out the door.

While it currently feels impossible, I know I have to avoid Logan completely, cutting him out of my life as if he never existed. Even in my most upset state, I know that won’t be easy, because my feelings for him are anything but tame.

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